Posted by: tiffanypinkdog on: November 12, 2008
I have been consolidating all my blogs over here in this WordPress blog. Hopefully this will be my blog home for a while!
Not all of the consolidation is complete, so at present some of the old entries are not functional–and most of the comments will have vanished.
It is kind of neat to look back at entries from 2002–before Tom and I were married!
Posted by: tiffanypinkdog on: March 5, 2009
Just a quick note, something I don’t want to forget…
Allison is 10 months old now, and her little personality is really starting to bloom. Tonight I was laying on the floor in the den, looking up at the ceiling fan and talking to Tom while Allison played. She walked over to me, leaned down, pulled up my shirt, and raspberried my tummy–just the way we do to her.
God, I love my little Boogles!
Posted by: tiffanypinkdog on: February 17, 2009
So anyway, there’s my boring recap. Moreso, what I really want to say is that Ryan Seacrest again looks like a complete dwarf next to all the male contestants.
Posted by: tiffanypinkdog on: January 24, 2009
Pros:
Cons:
But still, it’s pretty exciting. I love house-hunting!
Posted by: tiffanypinkdog on: January 17, 2009
You know what’s irritating about those home improvement shows (other than, oh, everything)? The thousand-dollar table saws. You are not designing anything “on a dime” if you have multiple thousand-dollar table saws.
Posted by: tiffanypinkdog on: January 14, 2009
So, my new gyno and I were having that awkward small-talk that you have when he’s doing his work and you’re staring at the ceiling while wearing the paper gown and sheet. This is always worse when your gyno is approximately your age and attractive, which this guy was. It’s always easier if they’re an old fogey or a woman. But I’m not too weirded out by this kind of thing and I don’t really care about the gender or age of my gyno as long as they don’t pinch me with the speculum or take samples like a lunchroom lady scrubbing a bottle with a brush, yaknowhutimean?
BUT. But, this time, it did get a little weird. Turns out that the small talk led us to the fact that, even though he’s not from my hometown, he knows a bunch of dudes I went to high school with. After a little deliberation, we decided that we should not explore that subject further. Because how are THOSE conversations going to go?
Gyno: Oh, hey, I met an old friend of yours from high school, named PinkDog.
Friend: Yeah? Wow, I haven’t talked to her in a while. How is she?
Gyno: She’s fine. Living in Lake Charles now.
Friend: Cool. How’d y’all meet?
Gyno: Oh, she’s a new patient of mine.
Friend: (long pause as the implications of this sink in) Ah hah.
So, yeah. Handsome new gyno. And we chose NOT to elaborate on who we know in common.
Posted by: tiffanypinkdog on: January 8, 2009
Just a short entry today. Eggs: I’ve been trying out substitutions for them in baked goods. I eat dairy, but I try to eat it in great moderation, so I am working on finding substitutes. There are all sorts of suggestions out there for egg substitutes, but I’ve been most pleased with cornstarch as a substitution. 1 tablespoon of cornstarch and 3 tablespoons of water…mix it in a little cup, and you have an “egg” for baking!
Posted by: tiffanypinkdog on: January 6, 2009
I have a friend who is househunting for the first time, and we’re currently househunting. We’ve bought and sold two houses prior to this, so I have my househunting criteria down to a few mental lists. These lists will probably be pretty boring to read.
House basics:
Yard:
I think that’s it…I might be modifying these lists if I suddenly remember I’ve forgotten something.
Posted by: tiffanypinkdog on: January 5, 2009
Tom and I fight about stupid, stupid things, and we do it over and over again. We both have bad memories and so each fight is like a brand new one: even though we know we’ve had it before, we can’t remember any of the details so we have to have the fight again.
Not this year, though. I have a three-ring binder and it’s filled with looseleaf paper. I’ve written the date at the top of each page, one page for each day of the year. If we fight, we each have to write a paragraph describing what the fight was about and what resolutions were reached. If we teeter on the brink of a fight but manage not to have it, we have to write what measures were taken to avoid the fight. Hopefully by the end of the year the VAST majority of the pages will still be blank, and by taking the time to write paragraphs we will better remember our resolutions.
But we do have our first entry already: “January 2, Near-Miss Fight: nail clippers”. We have 10,000 pairs of nail clippers because Tom is obsessed with nail clippers. There is supposed to be one pair in the “stuff-hole” (which is a small plastic box on the couch with the remote controls and stuff in it), one pair in a specific bathroom drawer, and one pair in my makeup basket. Tom can strew the other 9,997 across the house in any fashion he likes.
But are there ever any clippers in those spots, I ask ye? The answer is NO. Because Tom takes them and hides them under the couch like a ferret or something, I don’t know. Or eats them or trades them for sticks of gum at work, I don’t know, I haven’t the faintest idea.
We nearly had a(nother) fight about this. Instead, Tom went to KMart and bought 3 color-coded nail clippers for the three required spots. Hopefully this will stop him from pocketing these clippers.
So, we chronicled the near-miss fight in the fight journal. I think the fight journal will make for some pretty funny reading at the end of the year. Hopefully it will be mostly empty!
Posted by: tiffanypinkdog on: January 3, 2009
The handle of my hairbrush glows in the dark. I know this because I see its ghostly glow in the bathroom whenever I go in there in the middle of the night. Why does it glow? It’s not a hairbrush marketed to kids, and even if it was, this feature wasn’t mentioned on the package and in fact I owned the hairbrush for about a year before I discovered it glowed (I always kept it in a drawer until recently, when I began keeping it in a basket on the countertop).
Who brushes their hair in the dark anyway? Is this feature so that you can find it in your dark purse? Who has a purse so cavernous that they need their full-sized hairbrush to glow for them to be able to find it in there??
Posted by: tiffanypinkdog on: December 14, 2008
Allison is seven and a half months old. She is too little to be doing this! Oh, gah…the time is really going by too fast.
Originally uploaded by Tiffany PinkDog