Friday, June 4, 2010

The Disastrous Effects of Sudden Increased Fiber Consumption on the Digestive System

Ain't say nuttin' more 'bout than the title.

Moving on. :)

I grilled last night... made a marinade that had me prancing around the grill singing "I am the grill goddess! I am the grill goddess!"

Oh, yeah. It was that good!

And easy, too - just 2/3 c. lime juice, 1/4 c. honey, 2 tbsp. EVOO, and 1 tbsp. chipotle chili powder. Whisk it together. Use half the mixture to marinate (I did chicken, but I think pork would be yummy, too), a fourth to baste, and the remaining fourth can be used as a salad dressing or dipping sauce.

It is fabulous. Can't wait to dig into leftovers. (If you're interested, I also posted it on my food blog.

In other news, I find myself in desperate need of a nap. I am quite convinced that a conspiracy is afoot to keep me from sleeping at night - there's always a dog barking, or a strange noise, or a nightmare to wake me up. I am unbearably tired... but must keep going.... must keep going...

Speaking of dogs, our new mutt arrived. He's a lovely creature that I suspect to be an English Golden Retriever mix. He needs training, though. He's nearly big enough to put his paws on my shoulders when he jumps, and oh, does he love to jump! I called the vet today and discovered that they do a discount on vaccines for multiple animals, so I might get crazy and bring in both dogs, the cat, and our two kittens.

Then again, maybe not... that would probably qualify as a suicide mission. Can't imagine how I'd get them all in the car, much less out of it without losing one!

Back to work now. Have a lovely weekend!

Thursday, June 3, 2010


Lately it seems like my house is a revolving door for critters. Early this year Lucy appeared. Sometime in April, we got Fritz and Spazz. Somewhere in between there, a pitiful stray that we named Hans (but never got a picture of) hung out for a while... until Lucy died, that is. Then he went on his way. Today, my friend Lauren gave us her precious retriever mix, Oscar. Her little girl always called him "Soccer," though, and Soccer may be what sticks.

He's gorgeous... from the neck down, he looks every inch the part of a golden retriever. In the face, though, he looks like Buddy's negative. Except that he's the only dog I've ever seen with eyelashes.

I like Oscar/Soccer. A lot. Since I'm not going to tether him down, I hope he stays. He's a sweetie.