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Ok Go and a Goat

Unless you live under a rock (or have been camping out sans wi-fi in the last week or so) chances are, you have probably seen this video.

From one of my favorite bands (and yes, I’ll admit, I don’t own a single album… yet), Ok Go has made an impressive new music video — all filmed in a single take –  with help from some furry pals and one stubborn goat. Apparently, it took 124 takes and lots of professional trainers. (Take 72 was the final choice.)

According to the blog on L.A. Times, when downloaded from the band’s website (Okgo.net), proceeds from the video will go to the ASPCA, earmarked for rural animal shelters.

These guys just keep raising the bar…. er, hoop. And jumping through it with flying colors. We’re wagging our tails.

You’ve Got Tom Hanks

God I love “You’ve Got Mail.” I’m a sucker, what can I say? Tom Hanks. Check. Meg Ryan. Check. Quaint little bookstore and an adorable golden retriever named Brinkley. Check.

Who cares if it’s sharing a network that also airs “Bridezillas”? It’s greatness. Sappy greatness. He remembered she loved daises. But the best part? He actually delivered on that memory and brought them to her front door. Manipulative mind games/pretending to be two different people aside, Tom Hanks is the man every woman wants to be with in this movie. And every girl is thinking, “I wanted it to be you, too.”

Sigh.

And then my dogs scratch at the back door and remind me that I’m not in New York City, I don’t work in a quaint little bookstore, and Tom Hanks isn’t wooing my heart with words like, “Don’t cry, Shopgirl.”

Double sigh.

Now is the part where I’d brush it off, throw out some cynical line about how it’s just another Nora Ephron movie (Nora, I love you) and remind myself to ignore the ice cream in the freezer. Even if it is Skinny Cow.

But I can’t because the movie is on some marathon loop and just started again, giving me the chance to see it from the beginning in all its glory. Oh yes, I am. Well, I’ll watch it at least up until the part where I came in. Promise.

I love how it opens and closes with a dog. Brinkley. The start and finish of a good story — man’s best friend. Woman’s best man.

And now I’ll leave you with the best line (at least one of the best) from the movie:

Birdie, the elderly bookstore co-worker/confidant:

“I tried to have cybersex once. I kept getting a busy signal.”

Birdie and Kathleen

Breakfast scare

Last Saturday was a really beautiful day, and I decided to wake up early to cook pancakes for breakfast. Cooking breakfast always makes me feel much more productive and then I can get a better start on the day.

So I decided to whip together some pancake mix, when I realized I have a George Foreman grill that can do waffles. Waffles! Pancakes took a backseat to my wonderful idea of waffles, but then I learned that pancake mix and waffle mix are just slightly different. So I adjusted accordingly. I was ready for some home-cooked goodness.

The only problem with a George Foreman is that it’s a wonderful grill but a lousy waffle maker. Absolutely horrible.

Lousy waffle maker

So back to the original plan. I had to delay my waffle-excitement for some other day, I supposed.

Original plan

All was going well, except for the fact that I had used Pam non-stick cooking spray to heat the griddle, and went into the living room, got distracted and forgot about it. Non-stick cooking spray doesn’t work well by itself (or unwatched), and before I knew it, I had burnt residue all over the pan. Fun.

However, it didn’t end there. Burnt Pam and smoke alarms do not agree. At all. So at 9:45 on a Saturday morning, instead of waking up to the smell of freshly cooked pancakes, my dogs and guest awoke to a smoke-filled kitchen with the blaring BEEEP! BEEEEP! of the ever-so-diligent smoke alarm. Ahhh, burnt-Pam-smokey-pancakes.

Burnt-pam-smokey-pancakes

Poor Ariel took it hardest. She’s made the smoke alarm her number one enemy (apparently, this kind of thing is a little too frequent to be called “random.”) Ariel’s freak-out could best be summed up as a sort of mouse (tail between legs, of course) being chased by a lion in heat that sounds like a menacing smoke-alarm — and at decibel highs.

In inner monologue fashion, I can only assume what must have gone through Ariel’s head. It was probably something close to this: “RUN! OUT OF THE HOUSE! NOW! Why isn’t my master following me? Is she crazy?! Did she hear that thing? And the smell! Oh my God the smell! I can’t see! My eyes! My eyes! Need… saftey… NOW! Open! Backdoor, OPEN! OPEN I SAY!”

I opened the backdoor (for her as well as to air out the kitchen), and I tried to calm her down.

“It’s okay, sweetie. Mom does this all the time. She knows what to do. Here, run out to the backyard. I know, I know. You’ll feel safer out there.”

And she did. So safe, in fact, that she refused to come in.

Ariel hiding from my cooking

Ariel still hiding from my cooking

Don’t let that grin fool you. The only reason she looks happy is because she’s outside, away from my horribly bad (breakfast) cooking.

So, what’s the moral of this story?

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Don’t alarm the fire department (and/or give your dog a heart attack) when you can serve this for breakfast instead:

Cereal saves the day

It’s hard to get anything done when all you want to do is lie in bed and listen to the thunder. If all I have is a good book, a warm cup of coffee (yes, even in the heat of Texas), and my two pups, I’m happy.

Although Ariel isn’t as thrilled about thunderstorms as Mac and I are. She tends to hide in her crate or the bathroom.

But Mac has always been my curious one. Ever the look out, and I love him for it.

How do you spend your rainy Saturdays?

Mac and the window

I have a confession. I have never owned a Bob Dylan album.

Until now. Mr. Dylan, meet my iTunes.  iTunes, meet the one and only Mr. Dylan.

Inspiration and truth come in all forms and fashions. Today it came in the form of Don’t Think Twice it’s All Right. God speaks in ways that I can’t always fathom, and I doubt he stops short of answers blowin’ in the wind… or perhaps on a local radio station during the commute home, stuck in traffic, tasting salty tears as they flow down your cheeks.

Thank you, Mr. Dylan. I needed this today.

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*Change out the her with his, woman with man, and the gal with guy — and Mr. Dylan’s got it right*

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It ain’t no use to sit and wonder why, babe
If’in you don’t know by now
An’ it ain’t no use to sit and wonder why, babe
It’ll never do some how.
When your rooster crows at the break of dawn
Look out your window and I’ll be gone
You’re the reason I’m trav’lin’ on
Don’t think twice, it’s all right

It ain’t no use in turnin’ on your light, babe
That light I never knowed
An’ it ain’t no use in turnin’ on your light, babe
I’m on the dark side of the road
but I wish there was somethin’ you would do or say
To try and make me change my mind and stay
We never did too much talkin’ anyway
So don’t think twice, it’s all right

It ain’t no use in callin’ out my name, gal
Like you never done before
It ain’t no use in callin’ out my name, gal
I can’t hear you any more
I’m a-thinkin’ and a-wond’rin’ walkin’ down the road
I once loved a woman, a child I’m told
I give her my heart but she wanted my soul
But don’t think twice, it’s all right

So long, Honey Babe
Where I’m bound, I can’t tell
But Goodbye’s too good a word, babe
So I’ll just say fare thee well
I ain’t sayin’ you treated me unkind
You could have done better but I don’t mind
You just kinda wasted my precious time
But don’t think twice, it’s all right

A Day Weekend of Independence

Happy (late) Fourth of July! For the national holiday weekend, I celebrated with friends, racked up a zillion (okay, maybe more like 1,800) points at Main Event, watched fireworks in the rain, and learned that I’m insanely good at the “Deal or No Deal” arcade game. (No, really. Insanely good. I got 226 points in one sitting. That’s at least a top-notch slinky right there.)

Then yesterday was all fun in the sun with a somewhat spontaneous trip to the Fort Worth Zoo.  It’s hard not to act like an animal when you see so many around you. Lions and tigers and bears — oh my. There might be some cool pictures coming soon. No, there will definitely be some cool pictures coming soon. Stay tuned.

And so as to not neglect the whole reason for this blog: I was inspired by our caged buddies. The PetPost card line may receive an extension soon. I hear parakeets, iguanas and ant eaters are in high demand. No, really.

So how did you spend your Independence Day weekend?

I’m not a mother. But I am a new aunt. This is to all the moms out there who work, clean, cook, wash, fold, scrub, power-walk, multi-task, delegate, chauffeur, bake, and most importantly, love. To show how much we care (because we all had mothers in some form or fashion) for Mother’s Day, I’m offering free US shipping on orders of 10 or more postcards through the end of April. Hurry to get your order in for Mother’s Day!

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