Deer + Karate + Russel Brand + Cake = ???

Funny story... my husband has a co-worker who has a cute little toddler with curly red hair. She says to her dad the other day that she wants to go deer hunting but she doesn't want to kill deer with guns, she wants to kill them with karate. Gotta love kids. <\moving on>

So... honestly... what's the point of a "reply all" button? I kind of feel like they should be outlawed. I mean how often do I really want to hear the response you have to say to everyone, more often than not you think you're being witty, but only one person in the entirety of the "reply all" thinks you're the least bit bemusing. Ok, so maybe there are rare instances in the work place when there is an actual decision to be made that needs to incorporate everyone... but then not everyone clicks the "reply all" and so they only reply back to the originator of the message and then that person has to resend the message  back out to everyone with a disclaimer "blah-blah said wonk-wonk what do you think?" <\end tangent...NEXT!>

You know what's a problem is when you start a blog topic one day and come back to it a week later I have no idea what that (see above tangent) was all about...  and right now I'm watching Russel Brand live in New York... I heart Russel Brand he cracks my shit up... hmm maybe I can internet stalk him and send him an invite to my blog </amused>

So I have this cake idea that I'm struggling with and all websites I've found so far have been worthless. Ok, so what I want to do is make a (Kristin if you're reading this stop here so you can be surprised later this week, I'll put a few spaces here so you don't have a spoiler Kristin...)




OK... wanna make a S'more Cake... here's my thought: White Cake, 3 layers, each layer brush with amaretto, to get a kind of nutty toasty taste, top with milk chocolate, some warm melty marshmallows, next cake layer, rpt. Top with a marshmallow fluff icing, smoosh crushed graham crackers around the outside and then toast the top of the cake with a blow torch... If this fails Dark Chocolate PB cake...

Thoughts?

Ok, sorry random entry, this time around... very distracted by Russel Brand, he's so funny in his skinny jeans and schizophrenic hair...

See you next post!
Le Maître de Poulet

Road Ball starring Rodger

Whoa, crazy... I know this is kind of soon for me to blog again but good stories deserve knowing. 

So, first thought, PS (whoa did that just confuse you cause it should, in yo' face!), go see Red it was a pretty kickass movie, something about Helen Mirren with machine guns is hilarious.

OK, so we go see the movie and we're driving out of the theater parking lot and I see something in the other lane of the road and I'm like "oh its a hat" and we get closer and no its not a hat... ok so Dan's like "maybe its a goose", we have this raging goose problems in Roch, no joke. But, alas, its no goose. Guess what it was, just guess, you're never gonna guess... 

It was a football, a freaking football that had been smoked by a vehicle a few times. Right, so you can probably guess what happened... yeah... we made a u-turn and we are now the proud owners of ROAD BALL! Sounds like a bad 80's movie doesn't it? ROAD BALL, from the creators of Mad Max and Tron comes the story of vicious gang of Road Ballers... 

We drive home and Dan's still cracking up about Road Ball; I feel like we should name the ball... maybe Rodger... and we pull up to a stop light and there's this person parked with the back tires on the stop line... I mean for real, THE STOP LINE IS FOR YOUR FRONT TIRES TO STOP ON... do we need to spell this out for people. So, Dan-o of course is laughing about my freaking out cause people can't stop AT THE STOP LINE, and tells me I should threaten them with the Road Ball... thus ensued my yelling like an amazon and telling Dan I was going to throw the Road Ball (from here known as Rodger) at this random car... now anyone who knows me can imagine what that would look like... Tif sitting in the driver's seat screaming like Xena and whipping a deflated football (Rodger) at a random car... ahh I amuse myself. 

Also, Frank thinks Rodger is his new toy and tried to fetch it... funny, as Frank's mouth is barely big enough for a tennis ball... no worries I have pictures. 

and now...

BY THE POWER OF ROAD BALL (Rodger), GOOD NIGHT! 

C-to-the-M

Tangential Evenings

It was my brother's 30th birthday this weekend, a good time was had by all... <end of thought>

So, anyway... I have this corgi, a really cute one, his name is Franklin Benedict Houdini Vedamuthu (aka: Frankie, Sir Shitsalot, Mr. Poopy Pants, Frank, and Wubba). Seriously he's the coolest dog EVAR. Let me tell you a bit about him. His birthday is August 28, 2008. He's a fawn and white fluffy Pembroke Welsh Corgi, yes I said "Fluffy Corgi" if you don't know what that is then google one, because for real its something useful worth knowing. His favorite pastimes include: chewing on the cat's head (the cat is named "Bean" by the way... put it together I know you can do it), chewing on toys, eating food, getting attention and RUNNING! Man does this dog like to run he cracks my shit up. 

Let me give you an example of his awesomeness... we took him for a nice long hike at Whitewater State Park the other weekend. I mean it was a pretty long hike,  we went up into the hills and were like climbing rocks, I think Frank is part mountain goat. On the way home the dog is passed out in the backseat of the car... I mean he was a tired dog. So, we get home bring him inside take off his collar and what not and then the running begins. Now, first off, how does this dog have any energy, and secondly what is the point behind this running because it seems to bring him some absolute joy its quite humorous... So, yeah, for like 10 minutes solid the dog is running through our little house. Tearing through the living room, up the stairs, down the hall, round about in the office, back downstairs, through the living room, peels across the linoleum, drifting around the corners and back through the living room... and so it continues and all the while his tongue is flapping out his mouth and he looks just over joys with himself... truly this dog is pretty awesome and quite frankly, Frank has more energy than he seems to know what to do with.

Other awesome thing about my dog... his tricks. Not only does he heel without a leash, but he rolls over, spins, dances (only with me for some reason), high fives, shakes, backs up, etc. and he learns new things all the time... Einstein dog. 

Ok, not to get too tangential about my dog (I did promise Niki an update though and this is what I've got with low brain power tonight and Frank currently sitting on my feet)... but one last hilarious thing, maybe its just corgis but I think my dog likes to make me laugh. His latest and greatest feet is that he seems to think pants are exciting... and not just any pants, but MY pants. I get home from work and the dog hops, yes hops, across the house to greet me and is on me for the rest of the evening following me everywhere, even when I go upstairs to change. He's so gentlemanly though he leaves the room when I change, either that or he's bored with me or its part of the game. Suddenly, he seems to know when the pants come out... he will peek his little nose around the corner and watch me fold up my work pants and get out either sweat pants or jeans, and I can just barely see that his butt wiggles... then when I get one pant leg on BAM! there's Frank and he tries to grab the limp pant leg, but never quite grabs it and he hops and runs away, and occasionally yips, and will bounce and hop until I get the pants on and come downstairs... I interpret this is "YAY! PANTS!"... I mean really... pants... its like my favorite thing evar. 

and on that note I wish you a good night, a yay pants! and a swot perderder!

CM

Rinse and Repeat

I haven't updated in awhile... my bad, it happens when no one is following your blog. But I'll give you a break down of events over the last while.

Here it is:
I get up, I shower, I feed the pets, I get dressed, I catch my bus, I get to work, I work, I drink coffee, I eat lunch, I work some more, I leave work, I go to gym, I go home, I greet dog, I take dog out, I feed pets, I make dinner, I go to bed, rinse and repeat.

Now, you might be saying "wow, that's dull" and I have to admit it has its moments of monotony. Life, as we know it, as adults, has its moments where we feel like we're living something out of Groundhog's Day; "didn't I just have this day? Didn't I wake up to the same Ke$ha song on the radio yesterday?". Then again we have those awesome days, those days where no one can bring us down... I call that day "payday" and it happens every other Tuesday. However, that feeling of awesomeness only lasts until we pay bills, then we feel like somebody's bitch... rinse and repeat. I mean is there anything about adulthood that's really significantly more spectacular than our previous youthful years... I mean lets consider this, when we're teens we have these moments of "man when I'm an adult I'm going to ___" or "when I'm an adult or parent I'm not going to ____" I don't know if I remember what any of my "___" were, let alone if they merit any importance in my life of rinsing and repeating the same day over and over again.

So, what is the point of all this rinsing and repeating? Also, I understand the "repeat" I keep referencing but what's the "rinsing"? Is it some daily cleansing I should be doing? Is the "rinse" a variable on a day-to-day basis that keeps things fresh and renewed? Like a change of wardrobe or eating somewhere new or making a new meal or the funny new thing the dog does or the latest episode of House? Are these things that are cleansing my "repeat" to break up the monotony? Maybe.

Know what I really think the "rinse" to my "repeat" is? I think its the latest and greatest random song I wake up with in my head almost every morning... I mean for real I come up with some random things and don't ask me where it comes from... now it might be something as basic as the newest Lady Gaga song, which with the amount the lyrics repeat are understandable to get stuck in a person's head (no offense Gaga I heart your songs with passion), or it might be something old school like Yellow Submarine... but I think the chart topper to end all chart toppers would be a song I hadn't heard in probably almost 10 years... the best "rinse" my morning could have before the inevitable "repeat", and that would be the morning I woke up with Sisqo's "Thong Song" in my head...

I think the greatest "rinse" a "repeat" could have at 5 am is something that makes you laugh outloud. Now some people's "rinse" might be to get up über early and work out. Other might enjoy a quite 15-20 minutes to sip coffee. Others still may like to lay in bed and stare at the ceiling. However, if I start my morning with a laugh because of some subconscious need to remember the "Thong Song" well... I mean the day can only get better from there. Also, have you ever noticed how epic that song is (yes I had to buy it from iTunes, I needed to hear the whole thing), its pretty hysterical, and totally jam worthy.

Now, I'm off to go to bed for another "rinse and repeat" maybe this time I'll wake up with some more epic tunage in my head... I'm thinking maybe some Cher.

Peace,
The Chicken Master

Need a chainsaw when I go walking...

I awake this morning to find that my husband is walking out the front door to go for his daily walk, a little offended that he didn't wake me up and ask me to go, then again... its a brave man who decides to wake me in the morning. Anyway, I had convinced myself that I should walk with him, (I'm supposed to be on this exercise kick and getting all healthy and what not...) so what do I do... I call him on his cell phone, how lame am I? I mean really yay technology I don't need to get out of bed and go track Dan down I can just call him on his phone from upstairs! 

So, I get up and get ready to go for a walk with Dan and Mr. Frankie. I glance out the window see that its damp outside and think to myself "nice, it will be cool outside", oh Tiffany, Tiffany, Tiffany, in the 27 years I've lived in Minnesota have I not learned? We leash up the dog, who's beside himself with excitement at this point, and step outside... and that's when it hits me like a ton of bricks. Oh Minnesota, how do you create this awe-inspiring weather? It felt like I was walking into a grass scented hot jello mold when I stepped out the backdoor onto the deck, like I should  have been able to scoop handfuls of the air up and throw them across the yard and hear them go "splat!" 

However, being Minnesotans its not even a question, we walk anyway... oh how funny are we in Minnesota that even in the winter when there is a blizzard, if your car starts and you have long johns on you can still go out. I once heard someone from Alaska say that we're crazy in Minnesota and that they know better (in Alaska) than to go out when the weather is bad... not to mention our summers often get hotter than the tropical side of hell. So, anyway, Dan, Franklin, and I walk, and we're not even half a block before the dog is panting, my t-shirt is sticking to me and I feel like I'm swimming down the sidewalk as we peruse the neighborhood. We walk a mile and a quarter and come home, drenched in sweat and the dog looking all melty.

I should know better, but I'm Minnesotan, and if I appear to not have the logic in the mornings to go "hey lets go workout at the gym" when its 95% humidity outside then apparently I need a chainsaw when I go walking so I can at least cut through the air.

Whoa I haz a blog

So.. yeah I'll get on this at some point... gimme a minute..

PS: I CUTTED MY HAIR!