Too Much Perfection?

My cat, Zoos, that I've blogged about before had continued to get sicker and sicker. His asthma attacks were coming more rapidly and more frequently so I made the arrangements this morning to send the wutz to my parents' and I took Zoos in to the vet to have him put to sleep. I stayed with him while my favorite vet told me I was doing the right thing and then he helped Zoos peacefully drift off.

It was a terrible decision to make. One I don't regret, but I am sad I had to make it. But it was better than him suffering over and over each time he suffered one of the asthma attacks.

I'm trying to happily remember the big fat cat that was given to me by DH as my wedding present. Zoos never wanted to be the center of attention and never even wanted to sit on a lap, but was quite content with a head rub or a light scratch behind the ears. The big blue eyes of that beautiful blue point as he would always follow me into the guest bathroom and use that as the only time he ever demanded attention.

He never complained, he never fought, he was never aggressive. Such a sweet sweet boy. My biggest regret is that I cannot find a photo of him. I know I have to have some from when he was younger, but several computer malfunctions later and I just cannot seem to dig any up. So I'm not posting a photo for that reason. I hate that I can't find one.

He's going to be missed.

Rest in peace, my sweet Zoos.

The more powerful and original a mind, the more it will incline towards the religion of solitude. - Aldous Huxley








(Stealing this idea from a friend, because I'm too lazy to blog today!)

Too Much Perfection? Not possible when it comes to chocolate chip cookies, but I've been working on it for years.

However, I think I have finally found the recipe that comes as close as I'll ever get. These cookies turned out nice and thick and perfectly brown and soft at the same time. Glorious. And weight-inducing.

Here's the recipe:

•2 1/4 cups all-purpose flour
•1 teaspoon baking soda
•1 teaspoon salt
•1/2 cup (1 stick) butter, softened
•1/2 cup butter flavored Crisco
•3/4 cup granulated sugar
•1 cup packed brown sugar
•1 teaspoon vanilla extract
•2 large eggs
•2 cups chocolate chips

Combine flour, baking soda and salt in small bowl. Beat butter, Crisco, granulated sugar, brown sugar and vanilla extract in large mixer bowl until creamy. Add eggs, one at a time, beating well after each addition. Gradually beat in flour mixture. Stir in chocolate chips.

Once mixed, toss the bowl into the fridge and let it cool until firm. Then preheat the oven to 375° F. Take dough out of fridge and use a tablespoon to spoon out rounded balls of dough onto a greased cookie sheat. Bake for 10 to 12 minutes.

Start eating them while still warm. Stop when they are all gone.

While at work today, my cell phone started ringing. I really should change my ringtone because hearing the lyrics "You and me baby ain't nothing but mammals, so let's do it like we do at the discovery channel!" is probably not work appropriate. But, as usual, I digress...

I answered the phone and it was the wutz's teacher. She was calling to inform that my darling angel had dropped trou, while playing on the playground, and urinated in the grass. It took me the beat of a few moments to realize she expected me to be ahgast. When, really, I was thinking, "Isn't that what little 3 year old boys do??" I was good, though, I didn't say that. I acted appropriately appalled and told her I was and that we would handle it. She said he was in time-out for punishment and she would talk to him as well.

Then she let it slip that another little boy did the very same thing yesterday. Well, okay, lady... why the hell do you think my child is suddenly urinating on the playground then? Because one of your OTHER students taught him that trick. So YOU deal with it instead of calling me at work and bothering me with what is a non-issue to me.

Again, I was good and didn't say that. I just promised we'd give him a good talking to.

*sigh*

What can I say? He's all boy. Deal with it.

We just added a new family member to our home. Maybe. If she doesn't piss me off and I ship her back to her previous home.

What is she, you wonder? She is a smooth coated Fox Terrier. I think I've mentioned the breed some time ago. A guy that works next door to me shows them. This dog is named Baby. *blech* But she's a sweetie. She's 2 years old and is a retired champion. Champion at what, I'm not sure just yet. I'll keep you posted on that.

So far she's done very well. She's a teense hyper, but I know she's also nervous. Fortunately, she's already housebroken and crate trained. The wutz said he'd take care of her if we could keep her. Hah. Yeah, right. But cute cute cute of him to offer.

I'll post a picture later, because I still haven't transfered all the software to my new laptop out of sheer laziness. (Don't act like you are surprised.)

Alright, I'm feeling kinda like shit, so the blogging well is still dry. I have managed to blog every day for a month, though I've cheated much of it. Whatever.

Today I'm going to fess up to something very few know about me.

My favorite movies!

Here goes. But dammit, don't judge me.

1. Lost Boys
Vampires. Comedy. Coreys. Need I say more?

2. The Princess Bride
Seriously. Does this need an explanation?

3. Labyrinth
Jareth. *drool*

4. The American President
Honestly, I have no explanation other than I just enjoy this movie. It's my go-to movie if I'm sick or bored out of my skull.

5. Save the Last Dance
I'm slightly addicted to dance movies and this one is a fave.

6. How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days
Kate and Matthew? Yum. And it is just fun as hell and funny.

7. Dirty Dancing
I can't be female and not have it on my list. Sorry.

8. Terminator 2
One of the few movies that is better than the original.


Okay enough for now.


And stop judging me, I said!

Where the hell did you come from?

Seriously. February already? For 14 more days we'll be plagued by aisles and aisles of crimson cellophane-wrapped hearts filled with scrumptious candy that is enough to buckle the knees of even the most stoic Jenny Craig or Weight Watcher's advocate. And I love it.

Mmmm... that creme filled goodness brought to you courtesy of Russell Stover. Pure bliss.

Damn. Now I'm hungry. For chocolatey goodness.