WOW!!! I can't believe it took me this long to recall my password for my blog... okay, I'm totally lying! It took me THIS LONG to figure out how to reset the dang thing!
I have SO much to catch you up on...and apparently I SHOUT ALL THE TIME NOW!! Perhaps I've gone deaf, you know how they overcompensate...
Bad memory and deaf...sounds like your great aunt with the hairs growing out of her chin and the lingering Noxema scent.
So...catching you up since December...
Where to begin...? I basically got an awesome Aero Garden from my MIL as a gift for doing one million things for her. Yep, I sold my soul to the evil MIL so I can grow crap indoors. So far, I've grown a whack of Basil, Chives and killed off 2 batches of thyme. Hmmm...Forgetful, Deaf, Herb Killer... how is that gonna look on a resume? Good thing I already have a job.
Until Wonderful Daughter comes to her senses, that is.
Tikki is no longer pink and has been Extreme Groomed which is code for shaved to within an inch of his life by a great gal named Jess. She came to the house and got him all cleaned up for me. It cost me $80 big ones. Why did I pay $80 for a service I could get for under $50 everywhere else? Just doing my bit to stimulate the economy...lol. Because she comes to the house and because my spoiled little man turned out to be a viscious biter. So much so that we had to wrap him in towel to restain him from hurting himself (or puncturing Jess). Then, he got so freaked out, he messed the towel. So make that the price for grooming $60 plus $20tip, plus new bath sheet. But he sure looks purty!
Wonderful Daughter and I have been able to hire a new girl. She is awesome! We love her and we hope to keep her schedule so full that in turn she loves us and we love her and she loves that we love her.
I started a Facebook account that turned out to be a bit more than I could handle... I met and made a great couple of friends there. Unfortunately, I developed a Yoville addiction and had to completely give it all up. I tried limiting myself to an hour a day, no dice. Then, I tried just logging on to play Friday evenings but I wanted to be on more to see what was new, who was on, what was going on...you get the picture. So, I gave up my cool Yoville apartment, my great Victorian style house, my extensive virtual wardrobe including a top hat W.D. paid $40,000 yocoins for, my virtual poodle and all my cool, great, fantastic virtual stuff in my fake Yoville life.
I really miss visiting with my Facebook buddies but it's nice to have more time for my real life friends and family. As soon as the weather clears up, I'm going to start walking Tikki regularly again.
Which will tie in well with my last bit of news...I regained the eleven pounds I had lost by December and then gained some more to max out at 207. Then, I found the magic secret and lost TWELVE WHOLE POUNDS!!! Yes, I know, enough with the shouting already. I finally found a way of life. Not a diet. I can't stay on a diet. That's how I got up to 207. Yes, that's a weight, not a year.
I finally smartened up, stopped taking diet pills and looking for a quick fix and found a way of life that ultimately, long term, will result in me reaching my target weight.
Which is in the 130 neighbourhood.
I am now following the South Beach Diet which, at this phase (2) means loads of fresh vegetables, fruit, low fat dairy, cheese and lean meats. I don't get much sugar, potatoes or white rice. The weight is coming off, very slowly. I strive to lose a maximum of 2 pounds a week. Once the snow is finally gone here in my neck of the woods, I will begin interval walking with Tikki. Then I can lose a bit more each week, but from diet alone, 2 pounds per week is the most i can take off without hurting myself long term.
So, expect more boring weight loss effort blog posts. And other miscellaneous brain dribble. Hey, it could have been worse...I could have filled you in on all the goings on in Yoville. Luckily for you, we all agreed what happens in Yoville, stays in Yoville.
Oh, one last thing. Dawn, over at Fixing Myself Thinner ( I have forgotten how to do a link...) HIT HER GOAL WEIGHT!!!!! And then she PASSED it!!! Now, that's truly something to shout about! Yay Dawn! Congratulations on being crowned a Queen at TOPS. Your pictures looked great and you inspire me!
Showing posts with label Tikki. Show all posts
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Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Thursday, October 29, 2009
What a bunch of Sickos!
We're all sick.
The Nameless Man has a bad cough that keeps him up nights. This is unusual because the NM gets up at 4:45 a.m. most days and goes to the gym. He is sickeningly healthy. Thanks to his cough, he is sleeping in the crap room (where should I put this crap? I dunno,... shove it it the spare bedroom.) and averaging 3 hours of sleep each night.
I have developed the 'flu, the non swine kind. I also have an infected ear due to no fault of my own. In other words, I did not have indecent relations with that Q-Tip. My left hip is out and I'm unhappy due to the decrease in my anti-depressants. Other than that, feeling peachy!
But enough about me. My main little buddy Tikki is also sick. he has been vomiting on and off all day. I suspect he snagged a chocolate cookie that JC may have set down. He has never been sick to his stomach once in his life but I now fully understand where the expression, "Sick as a dog" comes from.
Yesterday, JC came in the bedroom where I was lying, watching tv, resting my sore hip and asked for a sip of my 7-Up. Once he had a drink, he practically tossed the bottle onto the bed with me. Too bad he hadn't put the cap back on...
WD and I stripped the sheets and put on a set of the fabulous Egyptian cotton sheets I bought at the fall Home Show. They felt divine to slip into. Too bad they only lasted 70 minutes before my sweet buddy Tikki was sick all over them.
That wasn't the low point though. The true low point was when I carried Tikki to bed, as is our custom, and just as I got to the bedroom door, felt the warm splash as he was sick all down the front of me and over my bare feet.
I`ll venture a guess you are now feeling a little sick yourself.
The Nameless Man has a bad cough that keeps him up nights. This is unusual because the NM gets up at 4:45 a.m. most days and goes to the gym. He is sickeningly healthy. Thanks to his cough, he is sleeping in the crap room (where should I put this crap? I dunno,... shove it it the spare bedroom.) and averaging 3 hours of sleep each night.
I have developed the 'flu, the non swine kind. I also have an infected ear due to no fault of my own. In other words, I did not have indecent relations with that Q-Tip. My left hip is out and I'm unhappy due to the decrease in my anti-depressants. Other than that, feeling peachy!
But enough about me. My main little buddy Tikki is also sick. he has been vomiting on and off all day. I suspect he snagged a chocolate cookie that JC may have set down. He has never been sick to his stomach once in his life but I now fully understand where the expression, "Sick as a dog" comes from.
Yesterday, JC came in the bedroom where I was lying, watching tv, resting my sore hip and asked for a sip of my 7-Up. Once he had a drink, he practically tossed the bottle onto the bed with me. Too bad he hadn't put the cap back on...
WD and I stripped the sheets and put on a set of the fabulous Egyptian cotton sheets I bought at the fall Home Show. They felt divine to slip into. Too bad they only lasted 70 minutes before my sweet buddy Tikki was sick all over them.
That wasn't the low point though. The true low point was when I carried Tikki to bed, as is our custom, and just as I got to the bedroom door, felt the warm splash as he was sick all down the front of me and over my bare feet.
I`ll venture a guess you are now feeling a little sick yourself.
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Productive Days.
BEFORE
I feel so much more energized now that I've lost a little weight. It's only 10 pounds but my energy level is so much better. I'm loving this!
Although I haven't slept well the past two nights, I'm not groggy and lethargic like I would normally be. I've actually done more each day than I ordinarily accomplish. Today I met with a realtor to see if we wanted to become his new cleaning team.
He invited me to meet for coffee, showed up late, after I'd ordered, didn't have a coffee and then stiffed me to pay for my own. Although I made it clear to him we had done an additional hour's work at one of his client's and then Dom and I went back on Saturday, he didn't offer compensation for that either. I didn't expect to be paid for my time but do have to pay our people another $20 for their extra hour of work in the house.
What do y'all think? Think we'll accept work from him in the future? Let's see...for $25 he has chiseled his way out of great cleaning services.
I don't understand people who are cheap. Maybe I over pay... I mean, we did tip our waitress about 25% on Sunday night but what's a couple bucks really? It made her night. She was so effusive in her thanks, it was almost embarrassing.
That Moxie's is right by our house, so if we go in again, maybe she will recognize us and we'll get the same great service? If not, maybe it helped make up for the jokers who are under the impression pretty young girls work as waitresses so married guys can make inappropriate remarks to them. The service industry is tough. I've worked in it for too many years. Why try to cheap out when dealing with others? That said, this June was the first time in my entire life I didn`t leave a tip for a waitress and now I did it again when we got the raw meat served to us at Phil`s. Is a trend developing?
We decided not to pursue the Global TV thing. The information package they sent out to us portrayed women in a manner we didn't much care for. Case in point: One picture was of a woman in an itsy bitsy American flag bikini with obvious augmentation. Poorly done too, I might add. Her head was chopped off so you could focus on the really important parts of the photo. Another picture was a beautiful woman lying on her animal print chaise with a Bellini in hand. Another had an unfortunate looking, very plain and dowdy woman (not gorgeous) eating a salad. I can't recall the last pic. I was just left with a bad taste in my mouth. WD and I agreed that's not how it had been presented initially and we don't want to associate with that culture.
Today, I chased Tikki the stubborn half-pink poodle around to try and finish his clipping. I'm cutting off the old, pink growth to reveal apricot poodle underneath. He's about 3/4 done now and looks like a freak. (Don't tell him I said that. It's hard on his self esteem). The way he bites and squirms and carries on, you'd think I'm performing the snip-snip he will get done later this month without the benefit of anesthesia. (DON'T tell about that either!! We really want it to be a surprise).
He doesn't read my blog. He finds it boring. He only reads Bag lady's cattle talk. I think he has a crush on Princess.
So far today, I have drank my water, racked up 4 miles on my pedometer for bathroom trips, lol and I'm making a healthy chili for dinner. My clothes are still fitting better (looser) and my abdomen is definitely flatter. I also noticed some lumps of fat I had in my thighs (not cellulite) are shrinking.
All in all, I recommend Apidexin for a boost on the weight loss wagon. The second shipment just came so we can all stay on it.
Weigh in day is two days away. So, we shall see.
I feel so much more energized now that I've lost a little weight. It's only 10 pounds but my energy level is so much better. I'm loving this!
Although I haven't slept well the past two nights, I'm not groggy and lethargic like I would normally be. I've actually done more each day than I ordinarily accomplish. Today I met with a realtor to see if we wanted to become his new cleaning team.
He invited me to meet for coffee, showed up late, after I'd ordered, didn't have a coffee and then stiffed me to pay for my own. Although I made it clear to him we had done an additional hour's work at one of his client's and then Dom and I went back on Saturday, he didn't offer compensation for that either. I didn't expect to be paid for my time but do have to pay our people another $20 for their extra hour of work in the house.
What do y'all think? Think we'll accept work from him in the future? Let's see...for $25 he has chiseled his way out of great cleaning services.
I don't understand people who are cheap. Maybe I over pay... I mean, we did tip our waitress about 25% on Sunday night but what's a couple bucks really? It made her night. She was so effusive in her thanks, it was almost embarrassing.
That Moxie's is right by our house, so if we go in again, maybe she will recognize us and we'll get the same great service? If not, maybe it helped make up for the jokers who are under the impression pretty young girls work as waitresses so married guys can make inappropriate remarks to them. The service industry is tough. I've worked in it for too many years. Why try to cheap out when dealing with others? That said, this June was the first time in my entire life I didn`t leave a tip for a waitress and now I did it again when we got the raw meat served to us at Phil`s. Is a trend developing?
We decided not to pursue the Global TV thing. The information package they sent out to us portrayed women in a manner we didn't much care for. Case in point: One picture was of a woman in an itsy bitsy American flag bikini with obvious augmentation. Poorly done too, I might add. Her head was chopped off so you could focus on the really important parts of the photo. Another picture was a beautiful woman lying on her animal print chaise with a Bellini in hand. Another had an unfortunate looking, very plain and dowdy woman (not gorgeous) eating a salad. I can't recall the last pic. I was just left with a bad taste in my mouth. WD and I agreed that's not how it had been presented initially and we don't want to associate with that culture.
Today, I chased Tikki the stubborn half-pink poodle around to try and finish his clipping. I'm cutting off the old, pink growth to reveal apricot poodle underneath. He's about 3/4 done now and looks like a freak. (Don't tell him I said that. It's hard on his self esteem). The way he bites and squirms and carries on, you'd think I'm performing the snip-snip he will get done later this month without the benefit of anesthesia. (DON'T tell about that either!! We really want it to be a surprise).
He doesn't read my blog. He finds it boring. He only reads Bag lady's cattle talk. I think he has a crush on Princess.
So far today, I have drank my water, racked up 4 miles on my pedometer for bathroom trips, lol and I'm making a healthy chili for dinner. My clothes are still fitting better (looser) and my abdomen is definitely flatter. I also noticed some lumps of fat I had in my thighs (not cellulite) are shrinking.
All in all, I recommend Apidexin for a boost on the weight loss wagon. The second shipment just came so we can all stay on it.
Weigh in day is two days away. So, we shall see.
Saturday, August 15, 2009
Update....Because I'm just so dang facinating...
We went out and got a couple of wine kits. A Raspberry Zinfandel for Wonderful Daughter and her Estrogen Crew. Then, a "Bergamais something" for us old folk. Can you tell we're true connoisseurs?!
Then, off to the farmer's market for saffron and tahini. And longing, soulful, drool-y gazes at the Buttercream Bakery booth and the Greek kiosk.
I didn't succumb though. Nor did I pick up any veggies Bag Lady. I'm still working on the pluots, etc.
My big news is, Tikki and I hopped out of the van at a red light a mile from home and walked back. He was so excited to be out walking he was jumping up around my waist. Which, according to our friendly neighborhood guest blogger is 18 inches off the ground...
I think he was happy to be back in my good books again. Yesterday, I came home from a terrible day's work (we walked out of one house because it was a urine-abomination) to discover he had learned to jump onto my bed. Once up there, he helped himself to my latest replacement C-pap mask and ate it. When I take it off in the morning, I stuff it behind the headboard since he's proven if it's on the floor or night table he will chew it up. So, another $150 mask to replace. He must have really worked to haul it out from behind my headboard. Why didn't I get another stoopid, in-bred Samoyed?? I'm weary of having a poodle who outsmarts me at every turn. But, all was forgiven by today.
The rain had cleared up and we had a great walk back. I'm encouraged I was able to get some much needed exercise. Plus I didn't have to haul any of our purchases up from the van. heh. heh.
And, I'm one whole mile closer to the Miami airport.
Whoo Hoo !
Then, off to the farmer's market for saffron and tahini. And longing, soulful, drool-y gazes at the Buttercream Bakery booth and the Greek kiosk.
I didn't succumb though. Nor did I pick up any veggies Bag Lady. I'm still working on the pluots, etc.
My big news is, Tikki and I hopped out of the van at a red light a mile from home and walked back. He was so excited to be out walking he was jumping up around my waist. Which, according to our friendly neighborhood guest blogger is 18 inches off the ground...
I think he was happy to be back in my good books again. Yesterday, I came home from a terrible day's work (we walked out of one house because it was a urine-abomination) to discover he had learned to jump onto my bed. Once up there, he helped himself to my latest replacement C-pap mask and ate it. When I take it off in the morning, I stuff it behind the headboard since he's proven if it's on the floor or night table he will chew it up. So, another $150 mask to replace. He must have really worked to haul it out from behind my headboard. Why didn't I get another stoopid, in-bred Samoyed?? I'm weary of having a poodle who outsmarts me at every turn. But, all was forgiven by today.
The rain had cleared up and we had a great walk back. I'm encouraged I was able to get some much needed exercise. Plus I didn't have to haul any of our purchases up from the van. heh. heh.
And, I'm one whole mile closer to the Miami airport.
Whoo Hoo !
Sunday, August 2, 2009
Driving Miss Nana – Crazy.
Last night, Tikki the Toy Poodle decided to push my buttons. ALL my buttons.
When you live in a teeny tiny condo, every inch of space is considered for storage. The electric frying pan is stored in the oven, every shelf has a decorative box o’crud, there are hooks and bins and I keep bringing home innovative ironing board hangers, organizing gizmos and plate stackers.
I can’t afford a Murphy bed so I`ve been diligently working with the grandsons to teach them to sleep in an upright position in the front closet when they come to stay over. Can you blame me? Otherwise I’d have to brave the horror, tidy and restack the cartons o’crud in the spare room so we could open the sofa bed.
The space under our bed is filled with clever Rubbermaid totes, more decorative boxes and some pictures I’ve been waiting to hang once the building settles.
So what if we’ve been here 5 years, it’s too soon to hang stuff up, I tell ya.
It`s been so long since I`ve gotten down to look under there I really don`t remember what is contained in those boxes or what the pictures are of. I only remember it is all Good Stuff I can’t live without. Forget the fact the antique Roadshow never comes to Canada and that none of it is even an antique. It is irreplaceable, valuable stuff and I. Must. Keep. It. All.
Last night when it had finally cooled off to 120 billion degrees, Tikki patiently waited until I had nearly fallen asleep before he implemented his plan to rid me of any vestiges of sanity I might have.
He wiggled a space between two underbed Rubbermaid containers, then delighted me with his Buddy Rich imitations in 20 minute sets. He mixed it up by drumming on first one, then the other, then playing the bottom of the box spring like cymbals.
He was right in the middle of the bed and I couldn’t reach him. And he’s too smart to fall for any amount of coaxing or bribing.
Me: (whispering ) Tikki, what the heck? Get out from under there!
(surprisingly, he does not obey)
Me: (stage whisper) Tikki, c’mon it’s 1:30 already. Get out here.
(more frenzied drumming)
Me: (sugary, wheedling tone ) Ti-key, C’mere sweetheart, c’mon. Who’s a good little guy? Huh, who is? You are, yessss you are. C’mon sweetie.
(box spring solo)
Me: (hissing angrily while peering under the bedskirt) Tikki, you miserable little mutt, get out here.
(predictably, a short intermission is called while the misunderstood poodle retreats further and sulks under the far side of the bed.)
Me: (approvingly) (foolishly) Good Boy!
42.3 seconds later the joyous frenzy of drumming begins again.
Me: (bedside light on) Aw, Tikki...come off it. C’mere. Let’s go to sleep. (snaps fingers in an encouraging manner.
Tikki: What?! Just because I am French she thinks she can click zee feen gares like so and I will be at her side like, like, you would summon a waitare? I am zee arteest and I must play !
Me: (attempting to lie on floor in spite of my broken buttocks and look under bed) Listen dog, or Snoop Dog or whoever you think you are. Knock it off. Come out here now mister
At one point, I even disconnected my C-pap mask and allowed the air to blow beside the bedskirt in an effort to lure him out. He loves playing with (destroying) my machine.
No dice.
Nothing worked and these scenes were repeated at varying intervals.
He’d stop for a few minutes, I’d relax and then he’d think of someone else to dedicate a number to.
I was considering homicide, suicide, pesticide...
Finally as 2:45 a.m. approached, I played my trump card. I engaged the ultimate weapon. It was desperate times, I took desperate measures.
I sicc’d the Wonderful Daughter on him.
Less than 3 minutes after I gently roused her from slumber by flicking on the overhead light in the spare room, she had him out from under the bed, the containers pushed back together to discourage any encores and the Artist Formerly Known as Tikki was confined to his kennel.
In the bathroom.
With the door shut.
And the exhaust fan on.
She is truly deserving of her pseudonym.
*edited to add*
Tikki wanted me to mention he is accepting bookings for weddings, graduations and bachelorette parties
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Purple Water and Pink Poodles
Hey, maybe writing this down and being accountable to the entire Internet is helping...
Tonight, I had my "last treat".
A Pecan Mudslide from Dairy Queen which is my all time favorite. The fact that I'm lactose intolerant and will, therefore, be as sick as a dog by morning didn't slow me down at all.
I ignored the voices a few minutes ago and actually dug through the pantry, past all the goodies, to find the Acai berry powder to put into my water bottle. Pretty purple water. It smells funky though. Maybe I left it in there too long?
When I'm dead tomorrow, don't blame DQ y'all.
Now then. About the pink poodle. I did a ton of research on dog breeds and finally decided I wanted a toy poodle. The criteria was that the dog be small enough not to need a ton of exercise but large enough to walk a ways and withstand a bit of roughhousing with my two grandsons.
Oh, and it had to be smart enough to train. Poodles are the SECOND smartest of all dog breeds. Only Border Collies are higher ranked. We once owned a beautiful Samoyed that was so inbred it couldn't learn the most basic command.
So, after all the hours (days) of research I went to Magrath on April 19th to pick up my wonderful pup, Tikki the Toy Poodle. I immediately sent for some proper dog books from the Dog Whisperer and read half of "Be the Pack Leader". All very sage advice and I was prepared to raise the perfectly behaved and well adjusted dog.
Unfortunately, being the lazy piece of baggage I tend to be, I let all his training slide and now have a spoiled little 5 month old puppy. Who I have currently dyed (with Kool-Aid) a pretty candy floss pink.
Last night after dinner I noticed some unusual activity over at my kitchen island. I had left some smokies there after barbequing them, and in typical lazy fashion, hadn`t put them away or done the dishes yet.
I could hear a scrabbling noise on the hardwood floor but since the couch is in front of the island, I couldn't see what was going on. Suddenly, it appeared,
A pink poodle head.
Then it disappeared.
And immediately reappeared.
Tikki was jumping for the plate of food. He is 13 inches high. The counter is 38 inches high and he was jumping straight up in the air and clearing it! He just couldn`t figure out how to get the plate from the middle of the island. Yet.
I could write volumes on all of his little antics. They`re not all as cute as you would assume the antics of a pink poodle would be, either. Like the time he ate my two-hundred dollar C-Pap mask as well as eating a hole in the replacement mask 10 minutes after I unwrapped it. Or when he dug holes in our custom-made living room set. I've seen dorm furniture in better shape.
Tonight when Tikki was running around and tearing things up in our little teeny condo Someone I have been married to for the past 29 years said, "He`s not really working out, is he?"
That Broke. My. Heart. since I know it's me who has let everyone down.
Tomorrow, sore back or not, I`m taking that poodle for a couple of nice long walks. It will get some of the P & V out of him and some of the calories burned off of me.
Now if you'll excuse me, I'd better get off the computer.
Tikki wants to check his e-mail and update his Facebook account.
**word to the wise, you cannot keep Acai powder indefinitely. It goes musty.
And tastes like butt.
Tonight, I had my "last treat".
A Pecan Mudslide from Dairy Queen which is my all time favorite. The fact that I'm lactose intolerant and will, therefore, be as sick as a dog by morning didn't slow me down at all.
I ignored the voices a few minutes ago and actually dug through the pantry, past all the goodies, to find the Acai berry powder to put into my water bottle. Pretty purple water. It smells funky though. Maybe I left it in there too long?
When I'm dead tomorrow, don't blame DQ y'all.
Now then. About the pink poodle. I did a ton of research on dog breeds and finally decided I wanted a toy poodle. The criteria was that the dog be small enough not to need a ton of exercise but large enough to walk a ways and withstand a bit of roughhousing with my two grandsons.
Oh, and it had to be smart enough to train. Poodles are the SECOND smartest of all dog breeds. Only Border Collies are higher ranked. We once owned a beautiful Samoyed that was so inbred it couldn't learn the most basic command.
So, after all the hours (days) of research I went to Magrath on April 19th to pick up my wonderful pup, Tikki the Toy Poodle. I immediately sent for some proper dog books from the Dog Whisperer and read half of "Be the Pack Leader". All very sage advice and I was prepared to raise the perfectly behaved and well adjusted dog.
Unfortunately, being the lazy piece of baggage I tend to be, I let all his training slide and now have a spoiled little 5 month old puppy. Who I have currently dyed (with Kool-Aid) a pretty candy floss pink.
Last night after dinner I noticed some unusual activity over at my kitchen island. I had left some smokies there after barbequing them, and in typical lazy fashion, hadn`t put them away or done the dishes yet.
I could hear a scrabbling noise on the hardwood floor but since the couch is in front of the island, I couldn't see what was going on. Suddenly, it appeared,
A pink poodle head.
Then it disappeared.
And immediately reappeared.
Tikki was jumping for the plate of food. He is 13 inches high. The counter is 38 inches high and he was jumping straight up in the air and clearing it! He just couldn`t figure out how to get the plate from the middle of the island. Yet.
I could write volumes on all of his little antics. They`re not all as cute as you would assume the antics of a pink poodle would be, either. Like the time he ate my two-hundred dollar C-Pap mask as well as eating a hole in the replacement mask 10 minutes after I unwrapped it. Or when he dug holes in our custom-made living room set. I've seen dorm furniture in better shape.
Tonight when Tikki was running around and tearing things up in our little teeny condo Someone I have been married to for the past 29 years said, "He`s not really working out, is he?"
That Broke. My. Heart. since I know it's me who has let everyone down.
Tomorrow, sore back or not, I`m taking that poodle for a couple of nice long walks. It will get some of the P & V out of him and some of the calories burned off of me.
Now if you'll excuse me, I'd better get off the computer.
Tikki wants to check his e-mail and update his Facebook account.
**word to the wise, you cannot keep Acai powder indefinitely. It goes musty.
And tastes like butt.
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