I took a TV that was sitting next to the elevators on the sixteenth floor of my apartment building. I was not out to snatch away valuables left innocently by the elevators, but I had been doing the laundry and since I live on sixteenth floor I decided to take it ( Read more... )

DANCE! Well, I am going to even if you refuse to. We dance today in celebration, for I survived one hundred years of weekend solitude...and to my embarrassed delight, actually had a refreshing, independent and creative experience. Isn't that funny? Of course, I really was in a mess back on Friday at the beginning, in such a place of irrational ( Read more... )

So, I have been watching Ripley's Believe It or Not quite frequently (somehow, within my busy schedule I manage to have 30 free minutes between 5 and 5:30). Yesterday they featured the story of twins conjoined at the head. One of them does not have function of her legs so she has to be pushed around by her closely-related sister in this swivel ( Read more... )

For lunch today, I had three home-made chocolate chip cookies and Mama Tally's Secret Recipe "Green Drink" which consists of lemon juice, apple juice, grated ginger root, chopped parsley, one tablespoon of olive oil, and a banana. My mom has served it to me since I was little more than six feet tall (I have since grown several inches thanks to the ( Read more... )

It was no simple feat. We rode subways, trains, and our own two feet to the pet store and walked home four miles, puppy, kennel, pup food, and toys in tow. But it was all worth it because the darlingest of darlings has been added to the Adler household. Our bundle of furious fur is a three month old blonde Cock-a-poo named Porter and is the light ( Read more... )

If puberty had never struck, this haggard sag of an old woman might be spritely enough to venture out on Old Hallow's Eve for a sack of candy delights, dressed at her most ghastly. Alas, woe, for I have long been caught in the throes of an adolescent revolution, escaping with no cakes or chocolate confections, but rather fugde-pudge around my hips ( Read more... )

So far in Tucson, Arizona, where I am currently grinding my teeth in awkward tension in Patrick parents' house, there has been very little talk of Bishons and plenty of successful joke-making and delicious Tucson food. They have two Bishon fuzzballs, Malcolm and Geisha, that make everyone squeal (even Dr. Richard Adler, a sober-tempered man with a ( Read more... )

At seven tonight Pattie and I are cruising over to Albuquerque's "Sunport" for a long weekend visit with Karen and Richard Adler, Patrick's parents. We'll eat tons of amazing food, see some sights, and talk awkwardly about various countries and occurences within them. A good portion of our other conversations will be about Bishons ( Read more... )

I need to start reading non-Obie livejournals for change. All this excitement about the fall semester is making me nostalgic for an experience I am sure would not meet my dreamy expectations ( Read more... )

There is a love affair taking place at the foot of my bed ( Read more... )