Kitty Deschanel

If you missed my previous post, titled Does This Mean We're Divorced, click here . Sexy Nerd found a great deal on a Cobalt Chrome ring. We think it's a perfect replacement for his tungsten carbide wedding ring. Old Ring (OH NO!) Fabulous New Ring - oh yes, it's engraved! Danni + Derek =  Dsquared (Kitty Deschanel is my pen name.) Our wedding date, which was also our 4 year anniversary. A little reminder of the old ring Our original wording idea was "Don't Drop Me!"  I hear you saying aaaaw! over there.

Sexy Nerd has decided that he loves fishing. He gets up insanely early (4am!) on his days off and drives to the lake. He has been concerned about overdoing it. He doesn't want to turn into one of those husbands who is never around because he's always "gone fishing". Honestly, I don't mind one bit. He even caught a fish (which he said was too small, so he took a quick, humane photo of it, then threw it back - my kinda fisherman!) There is, however, one thing about his new hobby that irks me. Actually, irks may be too light of a word. It grosses me out ! I understand that the worms need to stay cool, I really do, but isn't there anywhere else they can go?? Lately, I have paid extra-close attention whenever taking a container of yogurt or butter out of the fridge!

Sexy Nerd and I spent Friday morning at the Albuquerque Zoo* (you know, the one notorious for dismembered giraffes and break-ins by idiots ). There was a small group of women with their young children walking ahead of us when we crossed paths with a few peacocks. Hey baby. One woman began to explain to her children that the male peacock is the one with the beautiful feathers, which he uses to attract a mate. Normal enough. The other woman, however, jumped in very enthusiastically and said: "If I were a peacock, I'd just find that guy irresistible! Really, he's even turning me on as a human!"  At what age do kids begin to realize how embarrassing their parents are? Lookin' sexy, Mr. Peacock! *I should point out that, despite the negative links, Sexy Nerd and I love the zoo. We even joined their yearly pass program. You just can't beat the people-watching!

It's 3:49am and I can't sleep. What to do? Check out the Toys R Us Hot Toy List 2010, of course. What is the hot toy for 2010? Sadly, there are no Tamagotchis or Furbys this year. Instead, they predict that all the kids are going to want this: Behold: The Sing A Ma Jig I don't have kids so I know I'm not the ideal Sing A Ma Jig (Sing-a-ma-jig?) audience, and I probably shouldn't say this because it's a kid's toy, but really? Sing A Ma Jigs? Sing A Ma Jigs. It looks like a blow-up doll for stuffed animals. Am I the only one who thinks this?

Sure, there have been many posts since I told you I may have tetanus (and, even worse, that I needed a SHOT!) but for all you know, those posts may have been pre-scheduled and my funeral was actually last week. Fear not, for I am alive! As of September 20th, at least. I can hear your sighs of relief all across the internet. I summoned my courage and went to Walgreens for a tetanus shot. Guess what? It was easy peasy! Heck, I even thought about asking for a flu shot while I was there.  Ultimately, I decided against it because it would have been denied by my insurance. (Okay, because I'm a big wimpy wimp.) Like my BandAid? I am so tough. Really though, it was easy, and it was completely worth it for the peace of mind. Even better, at my insistence, Sexy Nerd took me to McDonalds afterward! Ice Cream AND McDoubles? Score! What's wrong with Sexy Nerd, you ask? Did the vaccine send me into an arm-punching rage? It seems the love of my life, who had come a

What Jack Russel Terriers do best: Pica hates the train. Me? I just hate the blue carpet.   Oh, Pica!

http://whathappenedinmybirthyear.com/ Geez, I feel old!  The link above is really fun, but I don't have any photos to go with it. Rather than leave this post naked, here is a Pica butt!

I have to go in for a tetanus shot. I have a huge scratch on my arm that was full of dirt and it bled and I absolutely have to go. Well, really I should go in, just to be on the safe side. I've been putting it off since Monday, hoping there would be no need for it, but now I've been having weird, random headaches. I'm not a headachey person and I read that it's an early sign of tetanus (you know, when I was trying to get Dr. Google to assure me that I did not need a tetanus shot. He didn't. Bastard!) Realistically, my headaches are probably from being so worried about either having tetanus or getting a shot. I should get the shot just for the peace of mind. It's been about 15 years since my last one. I'm such a wimp though! Seriously, I may very well pass out on the office floor when they pull out the needle. Sexy Nerd says he'll come in and hold my hand (but only after I insisted that he do! Bastard!) He also is going to take me to McDonalds for an i

I could totally see Sexy Nerd doing this if we had a baby. Honestly though, I would probably be cheering him on. Also, I've read online that some folks are outraged by this photo, thinking the baby is being abused. To me though, the baby looks well supported, as if it is in a bouncy chair, and none of the duct tape is touching bare skin. I honestly think this was just intended to be a funny photo. It's not like the parents taped their baby to the wall so they could go out drinking and partying in a cocaine-fueled hysteria. I doubt anyone on cocaine could even achieve this. This photo is from 2010, maybe earlier. Wouldn't it be great to interview this older child one day? It's time to get on that, People Magazine. The internet wants to know what happened to the duct tape baby! Baby Taped to Wall Poor ducky. Enjoy this post? Please be sure to check out my  Amerisleep Mattress Reviews  page as well, which is my most popular blog post of all time.

Let's play a little label game. At the recommendation of my coworkers, I decided to try Blue Bell ice cream . It was okay. One particular ingredient seems very odd to me though. See if you can guess which one. According to the column on the left, Bluebell ice cream uses only the freshest and finest ingredients money can buy. They also "mix in a little love." The result? Partially hydrogenated soybean oil and high fructose corn syrup, just the way Grandma used to make it. I can forgive the long list of colorings and artificial flavors, but...an ingredient breakdown for almonds? Almonds are just almonds! Aren't they? Why are you adding partially hydrogenated oil (AKA trans fat) to your almonds, Blue Bell ice cream? I don't think I'll be buying Blue Bell ice cream again in the future. Made with loving care indeed. For Label Game 1, please click here . For folks who prefer their ice cream without gross additives, here's a quick, easy recipe for Pe

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It's already Tuesday night and I haven't posted anything. This calls for a rerun (don't worry - it's a good one!) And, yes, I am still working at the same place. No, my boss has not changed at all. What's Your Size? An Embarrassing Work Story Working in a dental office is wonderful. I have an extremely lovable, quirky boss. Remember when she bought me a cheesecake and a box of Fairytale Brownies ? She's all about doing nice things for her employees. Christmas is no exception, of course, and every year we wonder what gift she's going to give us. The other day, there was a list posted at work, asking all employees to write down a couple personal details to help our boss with her holiday shopping. Personal? Just little things, you know, like your bra size . On display. For everyone in the office to read. I don't think we're getting food this year. I answered her questions (nothing like a little peer pressure, right?) and returned to my job, an

It’s 6:48pm on Wednesday (and I am loving the future post option on Blogger). Roughly 48 hours have passed since I opened the 2 pound box of chocolate . It is empty. I even ate the yucky ones (truffles). Willpower? What’s that? It was one heck of a ride. Two of the chocolates were filled with (cue suspenseful “duh nuh na nuh” music) toffee-covered popcorn! For those of you thinking to yourselves SHE ATE 2 POUNDS OF CHOCOLATE IN 2 DAYS?!? you will be relieved to know that I had a light, healthy breakfast on both days, so my overindulgence really wasn’t all that bad. Aaaaaah, chocolate!   *Update* The "toffee-covered popcorn" was Moose Munch, which Harry & David is known for. Why did it take me so long to figure that out? What has all this chocolate done to me?? Clearly, I'm suffering mental side effects from chocolate withdrawal. In the interest of my health, I will need to go acquire more chocolate immediately!

Sexy Nerd, looking over my shoulder while I'm online: "Did that say 'pimp my baby'?" I was looking at pimpthisblog.com. I wonder if I should be concerned about what goes on in Sexy Nerd's mind.   Hey, Sexy Nerd! Don't pimp Biscuit!

And now, simply because I think people will get a kick out of this, here are two photos of me. One has been adjusted with a photo editing tool: This first photo is not too shabby. I had just had my hair cut and thought I looked fairly decent. However, after adjusting the lighting and colors of the photo, it was revealed that my snazzy new haircut was not as neat and tidy as I had thought... EEEP!

Have you checked out AwkwardFamilyPhoto.com ? I was hooked on it, but have completely gotten over my addiction. Technically, that's because on Sunday I looked through every single photo on the site and nothing is new to me anymore, but the important thing is that I got it out of my system. While looking for an old prom photo for this post , I came across one that would fit in perfectly on the Awkward Family site. It's from high school, when my family went to Disney World for the first time. I was enchanted with the Disney magic, mesmerized by the characters and hyped out of my mind on the endless ride options. Apparently, none of the Disney pixie dust had been sprinkled on my dad and younger brother though. Sometimes, I wonder if I may have been switched with another baby at birth. Then, I see a photo like this and I'm sure of it. DISNEY! YAAAAY!!! Yes, dad, we are from New Mexico. And try not to look too excited, Michael. Switched at birth explains everything.

I'm participating in an online blogging event. With a name like "Mom Sexy Prom 2010" (this link, to another prom goer, is one of my favorites), how could I resist? What's that, you say? I'm not allowed to play because I'm not a mom? Just who in the heck do you think you are, coming over to my blog and talking to me that way! I'll have you know that I have 2 beautiful babies: The Pica (recently spayed and drugged out of her little mind here) The Biscuit (so pretty...in her own, special way) Still not convinced? Well, then I guess you'll just have to call me a party crasher! How convenient that I have such fancy flowers for my prom photo. (HA!) See Pica's bone in the background? I think that qualifies me for Mom Prom right there! Who will be my date to Mom Prom? I pulled out an old photo from my senior prom for inspiration: Clearly, I would not be going with that dirt bag again. (Don't even get me started!) I

Anonymous Flower Delivery Sexy Nerd and I came home from a day of running errands on Saturday to discover an odd message on my phone. It was a girl from a flower shop calling to confirm my address for a delivery.  I called and said there must be a mistake, as I wasn't expecting any flowers, to which she pointed out that people don't usually expect flowers. Oh, of course.  As nice as it would be to have someone send me flowers, it seemed unlikely. Sure enough, she was unable to find any orders for me when I gave my name. She did have a Danielle though, and asked if there might be a different last name. I told her my maiden name. There really were flowers waiting for me!  She confirmed the delivery address - the rental house Sexy Nerd and I lived in 3 years ago. I updated my address and ended the call, anxiously waiting to see who would send me flowers. Who sent me flowers from FTD? My mysterious stalker has beautiful taste! Strange? I had no idea how str

Today's blog post was provided by Kristy from Pampers and Pinot. She is one funny gal. I had some swimsuit anxiety myself a few summers ago, which resulted in buying a ridiculously overpriced swimsuit from Victoria's Secret. I figured that if there was anyone who could make me look good in a swimsuit, they could. Nope, just a big rip off! Damn you, Victoria's Secret. I am Kristy from Pampers and Pinot. I am Mama to Parker, who just turned two years old. Me and Parker, we’re like peas and carrots. If you know me already, you have also read that Parker has other names as well, like my bub, maniac, and angel boy. Well, I think that is really all the intro you need! I chose to share with you one of my earlier posts that deals with the gifts our children give us (20 extra pounds) and reminds us of the more important things in life. . . I’m Too Sexy for my Black Lycra Gown For crying out loud, people, why can’t it be normal to wear gowns as a

Go away! Shoo! This is our dinner! Not Pica's dinner! Not Biscuit's dinner! OUR DINNER! Move it, punks! One day, after Sexy Nerd & I have tripped over one of the dogs and fallen down the stairs to our deaths, people will look back at this post. They'll see the way the dogs have us surrounded; the way Biscuit is silently lurking behind Sexy Nerd, anxiously waiting for him to take an unsteady step backward, to his doom. Avenge us.