For the past week or so, Donnie has been scratching under his right arm straight in the arm pit itself. I’ve checked to see if he was injured there, if there is a bug bite, and if there is anything to warrant his persisent scratching yet I have found nothing.

Chris and I have kept a close eye on it to make sure it doesn’t get worse or need medical attention. These past few days he has been fine until yesterday. Out of nowhere he just started going at it and we couldn’t get him to stop no matter how much we yelled at him, tapped him, clapped our hands… nothing. If there was a way to try and stop him we did it.

Some of you would say to spank him or whatever but we don’t believe in hitting animals no matter what. For us, it isn’t even an option.

Back in December when we unpacked, we came across some of Chris’s old boxers that had no elasticity left in the waistband. He was ready to toss them out but I stopped him because they could be used as dust rags (It’s something I picked up from my Grandma. She used my deceased Grandfathers old undies as dust rags and I guess it rubbed off on me lol).

Last night Chris brought up how we should try and get him to stop or restrict his access to that area and the first thing that popped in my head was to bandage it. Since we lack any form of wrapping bandage, mainly due to the part that we rarely get injured like that, my mind went straight to the old boxers – they are clean by the way so don’t think that I am putting dirty drawers on the dog!

I went into our bedroom, grabbed all 3 of them, and brought them to the couch where Chris and Donnie were. All of them had different patterns so I asked Chris which one we should use on Donnie. One was charcoal grey with red tribal dragons (I know, tragic), another was black with this blue hawaiian skull pattern (again, tragic), and the last were faded black with flames coming up from where the thighs would be.

Obviously the fashionable choice would be the flames so that is exactly what we did. I busted out the scissors and started cutting. I cut some to wrap around his leg and then thinner strips to tie and secure.  Chris, being the genius that he is, suggested that I should make something that would wrap around Donnie so that he can’t take it off. We came up with the idea to make a vest like creation. It started off with a hole for his right foot/arm. Then we draped it over his back and then put his left foot/arm into the other side like how a vest would.

After everything was put on Donnie I couldn’t help but burst into laughter. He looked so ridiculous and I was laughing so hard that I started crying. Chris, again being the genius, told me to grab the camera and take pictures of him so that we could share it with you guys, so I did.

Very hardcore Donnie...

The kicker was when he reminded me about taking Donnie on his walks today and how people would see him in all his glory. Luckily for Donnie, and his pride, there were few people roaming about when we were on our walks. One can only imagine the irreparable damage that would have been done to his doggie self esteem.

Thanks for the laughs Donnie,

- She Who Has The Last Word

Around 2 PM today I took Donnie out for a walk so that he could do his business. To the right of our apartment door there is a nice grassy area that goes the entire length of the complex. I typically take him around that area instead of through gravel or on pavement.

I noticed that he kept wanting to go towards the parking lot but there really is no grass in that area except for what is in front of our bastard neighbors. After him only going pee I decided to let him roam around the area he kept tugging me to.

He started to go around their front door and immediately the first thought in my head was, “Oh no, watch him totally take a dump on their doorstep.” I don’t care for the neighbors and would have gotten a laugh out of it. Instead he started pacing around their grass and totally dropped a fat one.

Even though I despise the guy living next to me I did the right thing by picking it up and throwing it away (not with my bare hands you sickos, but with the little doggie baggy thing we have attached to his leash).

Thank you Donnie for taking a much needed shit on our neighbors. You truly are a badass dog!

- She Who Has The Last Word

I mentioned in the blogs yesterday that Saturday was pretty eventful – in both good and bad ways.

Chris and I woke up a little bit before 10 and started off our day being bums. While he was out taking Donnie for a walk I made a phone call to make an appointment to get my hair cut. I know this might not sound exciting but I haven’t had it cut, or even trimmed, since November 2007. I was way overdue. The last time I did get it cut I got lightheaded in the ladys chair because I was nervous.

I have problems with anxiety so my mind loves screwing with me on a regular basis. Getting my haircut is a recent development. I used to not have a problem before but now I do.

After booking the appointment, which was for 3:30, I started making lunch for the two of us. I started to cook some strips of chicken breast in a pan. Right when they were almost done I noticed that I didn’t hear any sizzles coming from the pan. I cranked up the heat, added some more olive oil, and still heard nothing. At that point I assumed that the burner had gone out, which was correct, so I then put the pan on another burner because the chicken needed to be finished.

I then put that burner at almost high heat and waited a couple of minutes. Nothing happened. I was able to touch the burner with my bare hands and obviously my hands are fine because I am able to type this blog.

We were having company come over later on that evening for dinner and I was getting a bit freaked out that I wouldn’t be able to cook anything so I placed a call to our apartment maintenance man. While on the phone with him he had me check to see if maybe the fuse blew and everything looked perfectly fine. While I was in the shower he came and had to turn the connection off and will have to wait until Monday to come and fix it.

Apparently Donnie was going ape shit when the maintenance guy came over and Chris had to spend the entire time holding him back. Oh what a fierce protector!

After that we went to get my hair cut and nothing eventful happened there. When you really think about it, there is nothing too terribly exciting about somebody putting scissors next to your head and cutting something that is dead. There was this one guy who was there getting his hair trimmed and he was a total ass. Chris couldn’t even stand the guy. He was bragging about how he just got a ticket on the way there for speeding and how he has so many tickets. He claimed to have about 12 of them and I personally feel that he was full of shit. If he honestly had that many tickets his license would have been suspended, easily.

Chris and I were worried about dinner because our friends who were coming over were bringing pasta but you can’t really have a proper dinner with just pasta. My original plan was to make homemade meatballs, a salad, and then I was going to bake either cookies or a cake. With no oven or stoke I couldn’t very well accomplish those things so we headed off to Costco.

None of their pre-made entrees caught our eyes so we just got stuff for a salad and left. We then made a short stop at Vons to grab something for dessert and a freshly baked loaf of French bread.

Since we are still addicted to our Wii our apartment was a bit messy. While I was preparing what little food we could make, Chris was busy cleaning things up.

Our friends were supposed to get to our place at 7 and when 7 came around we were good to go. A little while later we looked at the clock and I saw that it was 7:20. Ok…. well maybe there is traffic. Instead of us standing around looking like a couple of goons, we turned on the Wii and played a little bit of Animal Crossing.

It was a few minutes before 8 when they finally showed up and I was starved by that point. The table was all set up and ready to go so we got right to business – stuffing our faces.

Recently my stomach has been pretty sensitive due to me having acid reflux so when I saw the pasta I knew that it would fuck my world up. I didn’t want to be rude so I had a little bit, and by a little bit I mean like 7 pieces. Even Chris said that it was a bit strong because as he was eating it, it started to burn the back of his throat and he has a cast iron stomach.

After dinner we had some dessert, talked a little bit, and then around 10:30 they left. Chris and I finally got into bed around 12:30 and fell asleep to the Food Network like we always do.

I typically set a sleep timer for 60 minutes but last night I set it to 80.

About 40 minutes into my sleep I was woken up by a horrible pain in my stomach and I knew what it was. A couple of times my stomach has acted up like that and it landed me in the emergency room. I was determined not to go there and to just tough it out. i stayed on my right side until I couldn’t take it anymore. From there I propped myself up on my pillows and just tried to force myself back to sleep.

Since my body loves me oh so much I got to enjoy not just the stomach pains but a migraine as well. After wanting to just die for about a half hour the pain in my stomach started to lessen but then I started to feel myself get lightheaded. 15 minutes later I shifted over to my right side and a little bit after that I knew I was going to get sick.

When I was sick about a month ago Chris put a large white plastic bowl next to my side of the bed. Being the tidy people that we are, the same bowl was there last night. On my way to the bathroom I grabbed the bowl because I didn’t want to puke all over myself while going pee. (I know, you can thank me for the graphic mental images later.)

So I sat on the porcelain god doing my business when all of a sudden I felt my stomach constrict. Totally glad that I had the bowl because I couldn’t stop myself from throwing up. The bowl was massive and I filled almost 1/4 of it. Since a majority of it was straight stomach acid it burned like a mother fucker coming up and I couldn’t help but feel sorry for myself. Poor Chris heard me start to heave and he threw the covers off of him and raced into the bathroom to make sure I was fine.

After everything was OK and I knew that it was going to be all quiet on the Western front, we went back to bed only to hear our sorry excuse of a neighbor. If it wasn’t for the fact that I felt like somebody had beaten me with a baseball bat I would have gone over there and told them to knock it the hell off or I was going to call the cops. I was so over it at that point.

Thankfully I was able to fall back asleep and when I woke up this morning I was so, so, so sore throughout my entire abdominal region. Chris and I were going to try and meet Melyssa around 11ish at the local museum but that wasn’t an option this morning so, sorry Melyssa! Maybe next time?

Well now I am going to continue being a bum on the couch and get grumbled at by Donnie because I won’t let him on top of my chest or lap.

Hope you all have a great rest of the weekend!

- She Who Has The Last Word

Our dog Donnie finally came here with us earlier this week on Tuesday. The transition from him being solely outside to the apartment has been very smooth, and expensive.

Right around the time we got him last year we purchased a squeaky toy that looks just like a squirrel. Ty, the beanie baby company, makes them and has about 9 different ones to choose from – not all squirrels though.

The original one ended up getting abused so much that it’s ass got tore open exposing white cottony fluff everywhere. Obviously the toy was no longer safe and I didn’t have any needles or thread to stitch it back up. Instead, for months, Donnie had to make due with his other toys.

Tuesday night we went to PetSmart. We needed to purchase a kennel for him because he isn’t house trained. Last thing I want to do is wake up to shit and piss all over the carpet. That can’t make for a good morning. We also got him new water and food bowls, a separate doggy bed that he has yet to even touch, food, snackies, and I gave him the return of his squirly!

On Thursday I had the sliding glass door open along with the screen so that he could go in and out onto the patio as he pleased. At one point I tossed out Squirly because he loves to go and fetch him. For some reason Donnie didn’t recognize the difference between glass and the actual opening and ran full charge into the sliding door.

All I heard was BAM!!

The look on his face was priceless and he was obviously stunned. I couldn’t help but chuckle a litttle but I felt bad for him because I know that had to have hurt.

Friday morning I woke up and let him out of his kennel. I took him for his walk so that he could get out, get some fresh air, and the most important thing – do his potty business.

After that was all said and done I went to go and open up the blinds to let in the natural light and fresh air. I forgot that Squirly was still out on the patio and that was the first thing that Donnie saw. I’m pretty sure you all can guess what happened next…..

He bolted straight for him and SLAM! right into the door …. again.

Hopefully over the next few days we can get him to realize that door = bad.

Until then, I just hope that the poor little guy doesn’t knock his doggie brains out!

- She Who Has The Last Word

Hello everybody,

Sorry this blog is coming so late in the day but today has been rather interesting and I will be making a separate blog about that. Last night was our ninth episode and all I can say is wow. 9 episodes.

We started by showing off our new webcam we purchased this past week. We no longer have to bring in lamps from different rooms but the big downside is that for some reason it looks like it’s further back yet it is in the same location we used with the old one. While this does give a bigger picture of our living room and our bookshelves filled with DVD’s, you no longer get the close-ups of us and that sort of bothers us. Oh well.

Another new feature to the show was our dog, Donnie. He just came over with us this past Tuesday and he spent most of the time curled up on the couch next to me since he is a Mama’s Boy.

Throughout the show we discussed what we have been doing this past week, introduced a new show segment featuring strange news from around the world, did a Heroes recap and even shared some spoilers, and discussed movie news. We even mentioned that our tickets for the Watchmen midnight premiere have been purchased. Hopefully we enjoy it and it doesn’t become another shitty comic book movie. That would be most unfortunate.

What I couldn’t believe was that the show lasted 3 hours long, we didn’t run out of topics to discuss, and we had many live viewers! At one time we had 14 and the chat room was very interactive which was fantastic.

As for next week, I can’t guarantee that we will have a long broadcast. Even though Chris and I will be attending the Watchmen midnight premiere I neglected to purchase the tickets for the IMAX showing of it so we will probably be watching it later on that evening. Odds are most of our viewers will be out as well. I can say that we will still aim to give a minimum of an hour but don’t hold me to it!

One last thing we did was introduce a new weekly thing we are going to be doing. We are going to ask our viewers a question during each show and they will (hopefully) submit to us their answers. On the following show we will read the answers live and then go from there.

The question we chose for this week was: What additional features would you like to see added to World of Meh? This can include the blogsite, the show itself, and even our new forums.

You can either submit your replies over our Myspaces, through a comment on this blog, to our emails, or on the forums.

My email is: lindsey@worldofmeh.com and you can reach Chris at chris@worldofmeh.com  (original, eh?)

Well, thanks again for a great show and we will be seeing you all live this next Friday!

Episode discussion at:

http://worldofmeh.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=12&t=28

- She Who Has The Last Word

We brought our dog Donnie over to the apartment last night.  We paid our pet deposit, picked up a lot of crap for the apartment, and brought him home.  He has to sleep in an enclosure, because otherwise he’d piss and crap all over the apartment (bye bye, $450), because he is a crap factory.  He isn’t particularly happy about that part quite yet, but he’ll get used to it.  It’s nice having him around again.  Hopefully he doesn’t start barking all night long like he did at the house.  If he does, we can’t keep him.  We’ll cross that bridge when, or if, we come to it.  Not much else to say, really.  I’m kind of tired, and not really in the right frame of mind to be particularly creative or interesting for various reasons, but I’ll be damned if I let that stand in the way of at least one post per day.

-Because I said so

Lindsey and I have a dog named Donnie.  We did not name him.  We adopted him in May of 2008, at the ripe old age of 4 years, and the name came with him.  I like to think it’s short for something cool, like Donatello.  More likely, it’s an homage to Donnie from the New Kids on the Block.

Such is life.

Anyway, we come to the point of our rambling.  We have not paid a pet deposit to our new apartment complex, so he can not be with us quite yet.  He is currently residing at my mother’s house.  While there is a lot of room for him to play (and crap all over, the little shit machine), he does not receive a great deal of attention.  With my schedule the way it was last week, I wasn’t able to make it over to see him, which means he hasn’t seen me in almost (but not quite) two weeks.  As I entered the garage this afternoon and called to him, he bolted for me, almost sliding into the wall (he has a hard time slowing down on cement, it makes him slide in a silly way).  Before I was able to kneel down to start petting him, he ran up and started licking the closest thing he could reach: my jeans, a little less than knee high (he’s a terrier-chihuahua mix, very short little shitter).  He missed me very much, and made quite the fool of himself when he saw me (the little shit factory that he is).

He shit on the carpet once.  A very nice, very expensive Persian hand-woven rug.  He also shit on the garage welcome mat, but I didn’t notice that one until I had ruined my favorite flip-flops in it.  You’ll just have to pardon me for holding his fascination with shitting all over creation against him.

-Because I said so