I s’pose I should be flattered that ten people a day are searching my site for variations on the phrase “Crash Hot Potatoes” when I’ve never made them. They’re a Pioneer Woman recipe, she made them, she’s got the recipe, I’ve never made them myself but they certainly look delicious. I’m just not that into potatoes, really, or I’d have made them by now. She is far cuter and funnier and talented than I am (also, has more dogs), so I don’t know WHY y’all think it’s ME who put the recipe up, it’s not (though of course I’m flattered. If only we owned the amount of land they do!)! It’s her!
STOP LOOKING HERE FOR THE RECIPE, DAMNIT.
My friend Liz is coming to visit this week – she’s arriving tomorrow afternoon and leaving Sunday morning – and I have house cleaning to do. I’m not going to kill myself cleaning the house because she doesn’t really care about the state of my house (no one who comes to visit really seems to care about the cleanliness of my house as much as I do, of course), but I do need to clean the bathroom she’ll be using (Fred will use the upstairs bathroom for the duration of her visit) and vacuum the house and dust the guest bedroom and make the bed, then shut the guest bedroom door so none of the cats can get in there and make asses of themselves.
I’ll have to sternly warn her about keeping the bedroom door closed at all times whether she’s in there or not, because MY CATS ARE ASSHOLES, and I can guarantee that someone would run in there and pee on something, then disappear into thin air so we couldn’t tell who’d done it.
I’m sure SOMETHING will get peed on while she’s here, anyway. Because, my cats? ASSHOLES. Have I mentioned?
I also have a hair appointment tomorrow a little after noon, which will give me enough time to have my hair done, run home for a quick shower, and then run back to Madison to pick her up at the airport.
At least she’s not flying into Nashville this time. She got a kick-ass rate on her round-trip ticket.
We’ll be doing a lot of movie-watching and restaurant-visiting while she’s here. I expect I’ll have time to post something in the way of entries, but don’t expect my usual intelligent, well thought-out, thought-provoking prose.
HA.
This is the week when half the shows I watch are premiering, and I had to fuck around with the DVR for a long damn time yesterday, trying to make sure everything was going to tape. Because whoever’s in charge of scheduling shows HATES ME, I finally had to delete Grey’s Anatomy from the scheduled recordings so I could get The Office (yes, I could watch it on Hulu.com instead, but Fred doesn’t watch TV shows on the computer, he prefers his stupid, ridiculous, oversized TV and we both love The Office but I’m the only one who still likes Grey’s Anatomy) and Survivor: Gabon to tape, since our DVR only tapes two shows at a time. I can download Grey’s Anatomy via iTunes and watch it on my iPod, but I am annoyed at having to do so.
I also thought I was going to have to delete How I Met Your Mother from the scheduled recordings so I could get Heroes instead, but I realized that if I deleted Two and a Half Men from the scheduled recordings, there’d be no other conflict. Since we have (I shit you not) 40+ episodes of Two and a Half Men already sitting on the DVR, I think we’re okay as far as that show goes.
Yeah, I know. Fascinating.
I mentioned up there that I have a hair appointment tomorrow. I was scheduled for my usual 6-week cut and color the day I ended up going in for my plastic surgery in May. I thought about rescheduling, then decided I’d just let my hair grow out all summer long and decide what to do with it.
This means I’m WAY overdue for a cut and color.
(This picture cracks me up, because it looks like my eyes are looking in two completely different directions, one’s looking upward, one’s looking sideward. I’m wonky-eyed!)
What did I decide I want to do? Well, I thought about going for a chin-length bob, and I thought about just letting my hair revert to it’s natural mostly-gray, but in the end I’m going to have my hair colored and cut short, because I just don’t like having to mess with my hair much (as is obvious in that picture up there, I s’pose) and I’m not ready to go gray just yet.
(This is from last October and is probably about how my hair will be looking after tomorrow)
Cats news of note: Miz Poo is now nine years old – her birthday was last week and we didn’t celebrate it at all because we are cruel, uncaring assholes who deserve to have their beds peed upon. A few of you have been with me since I brought her home – BEFORE I brought her home, really, a few weeks prior to my adopting her, when I first laid eyes upon her and fell in love with her! And then dithered about adopting her, and finally did so. So it’s hard to believe she’s now considered a “senior” cat, isn’t it?
Also, it’s been three years since I brought Sugarbutt and Tommy and their siblings home with me to be our fosters. Of course, Sugarbutt’s name at that point was “Sad Eyes” and Tommy was “Barrett”, but I think their names suit them better now. Can you believe it’s only been three years since we first saw these little faces?
It seems impossible; it feels like they’ve been with us forever.
Sugarbutt’s life is a rough one, but he perseveres.
Previously
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: UGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH.
2004: Questions and answers.
2003: I feel like Eudora’s a creepy old lady hovering over my shoulder, reading my email, and threatening to tell my mommy on me.
2002: Anything more complicated than that, and I think you’ll have to look elsewhere.
2001: No entry.
2000: No entry.