Thursday, January 31, 2008

This is what happens when it rains in LA


Behold the construction site on my street after four days of rain.

Now THIS is what a viable construction claim looks like. I desperately wanted to wade out there and put my business card on some Bobcats.

Sayonara!

Heading off to Nagoya, Japan, tomorrow to celebrate Chinese New Year with Truman's Taiwanese family. Geez, if only there were a Korean connection I could have fit all East Asian countries into one sentence. Sigh.

I am steeling myself to be gawked at as the gargantuan white girl roaming the countryside. I plan on hiding behind Truman's 18-year-old and 6' 1" cousin, Ted. I also envision some awkwardness with fitting under tiny Japanese tables and visiting the hot springs, which have two restriction: you cannot have any tattoos or clothing if you want to go in. Lord have Mercy.

Nagoya Castle is above. I can't wait to see it in person.

Thursday, January 24, 2008

I Am Not (Too) Ashamed

Long Live and Prosper. Revenge is a dish best served cold.
Make it so. Khaannnnnnnnnnnnn!

Me at Star Trek: The Tour this weekend in Long Beach. Respect.

Wednesday, January 23, 2008

U-G-L-Y


He ain't got no alibi, he's Ugly, yeah, he's Ugly.

Truman and I found this little guy running full boar down San Gabriel Boulevard last weekend. For those of you not familiar with LA, San Gabriel is the Chinese neighborhood literally full of unlicensed, fresh off the boat Chinese drivers. A scary place to drive, and even scarier place for a tiny Chihuahua.

So of course we picked him up and named him Wedge. He's the ugliest little dog ever, but very sweet. At least we thought so. Tycho wasn't so hot on him.


The look of distain on Tycho's face is clear. "Get this rat dog outta my house! He's laying in the middle of MY rug!" He managed to step on Wedge at least twice. My personal belief is that it was out of spite. Bastard.

In all honesty, I think Ty was just jealous because Wedgie ROCKED the staircase, unlike Tycho (see previous posts re same). Wedgie could run up and down twice in the time Tycho ambled downstairs carefully.



Poor Tycho just couldn't handle the competition, even when it was less than 1/10 his size (When we took them to the vet we also discovered Tycho's a fattie again--103!). Now Wedge is staying with Truman's sister until we find him a good home, which I think she has. Back to smothering Tycho, and just Tycho, with affection (but not with food, fat boy's on a diet). He deserves it, he's the cutest doggie in the world!