Christmas was the usual shebang - too much food, not enough money, and a dog that gets more gifts than the humans. The hubs and I thought it would be a great idea to get her these huge bones we bought for Christmas. She'll eat anything, so we figured it'd be great, plus extremely comical trying to watch her lug it around the house.




As soon as we gave it to her, she jumped and ran the other direction. Heart of a lion, that one. She wouldn't start chewing on it until Edgar was holding it, hiding its true size. She's a golden retriever, by the way. Aren't they supposed to be protective?



Sookie realized that the hole she had dug was too small.



I don't normally have such useless shit to say, but I'm exhausted and have to pump myself with NyQuil because I'm getting sick. I did it to myself, really - I get so stressed out and my body just can't handle it after awhile. We applied for a house today; should we get denied, I think I'll be done house hunting for awhile. I'm tired of getting screwed when it's not my husband doing it, and I'm exhausted from getting my hopes up and having them crushed. This whole house thing is what has primarily made me ill and I'm just ready to find any house and be done with it. I really love the one we found though, and I truly hope it works out. If we can get approved, which we will know by tomorrow morning, then I will feel much better. We can make it work, they just have to have faith in us. If you haven't figured it out by now, our credit isn't all that great.

My sister is here. I love her.

By the way, what the fuck is up with the airport security? To quote a wise man, "They who would give up an essential liberty for temporary security, deserve neither liberty or security." It's true. There are a ton of men and women over there fighting for us, and it's wonderful, but I look forward to its end (should it ever cease). However, I am no fool. War has been waging for centuries. Men will always find new reasons and ways to destroy each other - should it be through the continuation of a long-exhausted conflict, or the rise of a new one.

By the way, there is a huge abandoned house next to the one we want, and my sister and I just watched Amityville Horror. Can't wait to move now.

So, unlike a lot of people that enjoy food, my downfall is not in soda, chocolate, or chips. I do not find the ultimate comfort in Ben and Jerry's and I can manage without having Doritos with my sandwich. I actually despise soda with a passion. The stuff is just a sticky, smelly mixture of sticky... smelly.. stuff.

No, my downfall is carbs. And cheese. Oh God. I could eat a whole baguette with Spanish manchego in five minutes flat. Combined with champagne, it instantly becomes my favorite meal.



I have to break this habit. Pasta, homemade mac and cheese, and tons of swiss on my sandwiches - it's killing me. What's worse is that the hubs and I battle it out over this deliciousness all the time. Then he makes this delicious soda bread (baking soda, not soda pop!) and with some cranberry sauce on top... ooh God, it probably doesn't help my weight strategy to be talking about it.

I love seafood, so maybe we should just stick to that and put a little bread in here and there. The post that's on the featured list is no help - it says cheese in your diet is actually good for you! In the long run, and in moderation, of course.

Still - that just makes my mind go "YUM! YAY!"

Ah sweet ninny muggins.