Man Down!

I just got home from work to find a most disturbing scene. And I might add...a horrible putrid smell. I was walking by Shelby's room and peeked in when I was hit by a stench. At first I thought maybe we had left a cup of milk in there for a couple of days...it's been known to happen...or possibly Peeses had snuck something dead by me and dropped it off as a present for Shelby when she got back.

Gunther was the one who found him. After all, he is Gunther McGruff...the crime dog. He may be blind and partially (selectively) deaf, but his snozz is working just fine. Probably better than ever since it's the only intact sense he's got left.




Poor guy...he was sucked into the filter and not looking too good when I pulled him out.



Oh well....He's going to the big ocean in the sky...(or down the flusher...but don't tell Shelby). I am making Jake flush the little dude...I just can't do it....We're going this weekend to get his replacement.....Sniff Sniff!

Joe Dirt Hair and Other Stuff

I know...I know...what does it all mean? I'm having issues with my hair today. It's out of control as usual. I shouldn't care. And usually I wouldn't. I'd just slap it up in a massive glob on the top of my head and go about my business.

But...yesterday I drug out my summer clothes. Shorts, tanks, the works. (I see sun and the temp hits 50 and I automatically think SUMMA is on it's way...) Pulling out your summer clothes is like a little mini shopping spree in your own home. Things you forgot you had suddenly look like new...(or like crap in which case you'll be chuckin stuff into the garbage). And so there was my big pile of summer stuff. I was excited...until I pulled my first pair of shorts on. I don't know how to describe how I felt....fat maybe....yes fat is the best way to describe how you feel as you are fighting a pair of size 6 shorts up over your "baby got back" bootie.

Now don't get me wrong. I don't have "body image" issues. And I am not a Fat girl. I used to be a Fat girl....until I realized you can't eat two Double Whoppers, 2 large fries, and a six piece chicken tenders by yourself in one sitting and expect not to be a Fat girl. (at least once you hit 25 you can't). But like anyone else I am concerned when my whole summer wardrobe is too friggen small. The tank tops....hahaha! Ah... I plead the fifth on how they fit.

So I am now having hair issues. Why? Because I am not dealing well with my knockers and bootie blow up. Because I have cravings for candy (which I don't even normally like).....and for cake. (which I normally think is disgusting). One cake in particular....(see below) that I have rationed myself one piece per week. So yep...hair issues.




Jake once said that when I was little I had Joe Dirt Hair. You know the "Super Mullet" of the 70's that parents subjected their kids to. These days it looks like I traded in my mullet for a rats nest...which is fine because the tops off the jeep and I'm headed for the road. My hair is just going to get mussed anyway. And yes I did squeeze into my size 6 shorts.... and yes they are unzipped, and unbuttoned. And yes my Irish pooch is hanging out. Just hopeI don't get pulled over. But what does it really matter...after all this is Omak...
Yep..... serious hair issues!

Peeses on The Prowl

Yep that's Queenie herself. I got her at a good angle so you can't see the fat rolls. I'm sure she appreciates my candor. She's been on the prowl quite a bit since we moved here to Omak and I'm not sure I'm liking it. She's been going out at night and staying out sometimes till 2am sometimes till 4am. There's been the occassional all nighter when she won't show up until 10am or so. She comes sauntering in not even bothering to do the "walk of shame".

I guess I shouldn't complain though. I mean she was really puttin on the weight and totally obsessed with the chow. She could barely jump up to the food bowl because she was packin so much junk in her trunk. Poor Meep was beginning to look like a walking skeleton having to share the trough with Miss Piglet USA.

I'm like any typical mother. I don't want her to catch any weird diseases and I don't want her messing with the wrong crowd. She brought her first dead mouse to the door step...I was both horrified and a little proud. I didn't think she had it in her. She's always been kind of a priss....you know the type....doesn't like her hair mussed and never gets her nails dirty. I'm just concerned for her digestive tract (another motherly trait). I don't want her straining to poop out a mouse....it would freak me out....I mean I don't know if I would recover from that.

She's going to be nine in May. I can't believe we have been together that long. She's been there through thick and thin(haha!) I'm just glad that she's happy here. She is a California chick after all...and let's face it....Omak ain't no Cali. But she's adjusted and seems to be making new friends. She loves Jake, and Shelby (more than me at times...what a little traitor).

I just have to get used to the fact that she parties all night and sleeps all day. It's good to know that someones still gettin their groove on.....even at 63. Shake it girl! You look damn good for your age!

Bye Bye Brewskies!

Yep.....I have officially been on the wagon since Feb 18th. I'm off the booze. I know I can hardly believe it myself. I am one beer lovin girl.....but I had to lay off the juice for awhile. I'm in training...(sort of) so I had to give up the sauce. No more cold foamy ones.

I am surprised to find that I don't miss it. I guess once you've got a goal in mind or something important to achieve you just replace the behavior with something a little healthier. I haven't been dry this long since I went to Basic Training in 1991. It's not like I'm an alkie-holic or anything. It's just I like my brew. And wine. Occasionally a shot of whiskey (just kidden). The only hard stuff I touch is when I travel over to Gig Harbor. (Damn those people...they practically shove it down your throat :) ).

I have to say it's been good for me. My running has improved and my skin doesn't look and feel like sandpaper since I am constantly in a state of normal hydration. I probably will cheat here and there....a sip or two but thats about it. At least till my big race is run. I at least have to try a sip of the beer Jake and I made a couple of months ago...it's got strawberries and chocolate in it. (Hopefully it didn't turn out to be disgusting).

I have always loved beer. And always will. There's my Dogfish Head 90 min IPA, and my Sammie Adams, Oly, Alaskan Amber, Arrogant Bastard, Double Bastard, Flying dog, Fat Tire, Dicks Danger, Mack and Jacks, and oh yes.....don't forget my Mick-eeees. And then there's the Corona's and other Mexican cerveza's. I have done the beers "around the world" once. I've done the beer slides...I've had the beer bloats. I used to collect beer bottles...I've now learned the fine art of home brew. I am subscribed to three different brew newsletters and we have a huge collection of steins and beer glasses.

I love my beer.....but I love my jeep more. And I've got Wenatchee coming up...and my liver will probably thank me....So until then drink a brew for me will ya!

Insomnia

It is 2:30 am plus or minus....and for the first time in a long time I cannot sleep. I haven't had this problem for over four years. Tonight I couldn't even dream. It was basically tossing and turning and listening to everyone else in the house breathe. I think there is just way too much going on in my head right now.

We are headed to Yakima here in a few hours for Jakes grandpa's memorial. I am glad Shelby's here this weekend. I really do miss her when she's not here. I didn't realize it was that easy to get so attached to a little person. She's defenitely has her own unique little personality. I mean she has her own language.....here are just a few of her translations

1. McNoggles = McDonalds
2. Atorgrade = Gatorade
3. Poo-Choo = Aunt Jen
4. Hairball head = Daddy
5. Feeka feeka......I still haven't figured that one out yet.

She makes me laugh all the freakin time. And I love the little parts of Jake that show through in her. And I really hate when she leaves....so I guess I won't think about that right now.

I've got so many things coming up in the next few months. School is starting next week and the new job situation. I have now registered and or committed to three upcoming road races (Wenatchee 10K, Bloomsday, and Coulee's Over the Dam Run...). I've got the Jeep to "maintain" and keep fueled up at all times. We are suppossed to visit my family (possibly) in May. My poor brothers 30th birthday is in May. Poo-Choo's birthday is next month :) and Jake is going to some school for a week next month. And then there's all the little everyday grind kind of stuff. And the future planning stuff. My head starts to hurt and my stomach churns. And I know I am not the only one feeling this way......so honestly I may sound like I am beaaaatching....but I'm not. Just trying to get my head on straight at now 3:03 am so I can maybe get a little bit of shut eye. Well goodnight.....or rather good morning!

Spectacle Lake

Spectacle Lake
Originally uploaded by Jennifa G.

JennandJakeandJeep! Here we are at Spectacle Lake this past weekend trying out our brand new bottle of "Fool A Fish". If you don't know what this is....well it's this great new invention that makes fish go gaga! You spray it on your bait, line and hook (I think...don't quote me on the fishing lingo) and the hook/lure/bait looks like a disco ball to the fish. They are suppossed to go crazy and your suppossed to catch alot of fish. The funny part......we caught no fish.

So of course we were like "damn that fool a fish". Guess what we read in the paper yesterday? Spectacle lake has NO FISH in it! At least not yet. Just our luck. We sat there fishing.....for a few hours in a lake with no fish. It sort of reminds me of our crabbing experience in February. We did end up buying a nice piece of salmon and having that for dinner. All was not lost. And unlike crabbing during the storm of the century.....we had power!

This one is for you vedjen!

Ok so I am crazy and I am going to try this blogging thing. Why? Mostly because all of the people I love and care for now are spread out around the whole of the USA. I made it one of my resolutions this year to keep in touch with my loved ones....or to reconnect with others. Time goes by really fast sometimes and we get so caught up in the moment. At least thats how my life goes. I get into my everyday routine (which always seems to be changing) and I don't have enough time to break free and call or write. I know....Lame-O! But I'm trying....so hold on tight...here it goes.....Look Ma I'm BLOGGING!