The Velvet Cerebellum

I know I talk about my dogs too much, but yeah, they're cool. Also...other things

1) tonight Chester started his obedience training. He's smart, he took to it right away. He also started to calm down and not be so scared of other dogs. By the end, he was wanting to follow the dogs around. Not ready to 'play' with the dogs, but at least he wanted to be by them.

2) practicing his training at home means a million tiny cut up treats. it also means maddie gets many treats as well. It's been a good day for them.

3) Pierce Fleming, International Vet of Mystery called me today to follow up on Maddie and see how she was doing (he actually made the follow up call, he didn't just say he would). We discussed her drugs and adjusted doses accordingly. Also, Dena told him that I call him the IVoM and sent him the url. Hi Dr Fleming!!

4) Maddie is actually getting better. sometimes you know your dog is miserable but it slowly fades into place and you don't realize just HOW miserable they are until they start to get better and suddenly they are BETTER. She's brighter, more responsive, she wants to play with chester. There was a point last month where I was looking at her and trying to weigh her quality of life. Just how miserable and in pain was she? Was this ever going to get better? Is it fair to never feel relief from this pain. It was a really hard time, a terrible thing to have to think about. I only want my dogs to be happy and comfortable. Pierce Fleming, IVoM, might just make that possible for me.

5) April's friend Nate was on Jeopardy today! Weird! I think he won. I'll have to go over to my sister's and watch the tape.

6) I'm making robot scarves, beaded scarves and little beaded bags. I can't work on the finger puppets until I get that yarn untangled from when Chester got ahold of it.

wooo I need me some dinner and some sleep.

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When you don't have kids, dogs end up being furry surrogate kids of sorts (except they'll never call you at 2am asking to be bailed out of jail and you yourself can prevent unwanted pregnancies instead of just worrying). Anyway, Maddie has had an ongoing infection issue with her feet that we just could not get a handle on.

We were constantly going to the vet and the vet was stumped, just guessing and prescribing. It was frustrating to say the least. It was frustrating and expensive and worrisome and Maddie was visibly miserable throughout.

Dena and Levi recommended we go meet with their vet, Pierce Fleming, International Vet of Mystery! I appreciate personaly vet recommendations, it's really hard to find a vet that lots of people love and you really want your dog to go to a good vet. You know, like you want your kid to go to a good pediatrician.

Friday I grab Maddie and David and we decide to also bring Chester. Chester needs to get out of the house and it's a good place for socializing a bit and you know, he's a good guy. Great idea! Except my great ideas are quite often doughnuts stuffed with the forgotten jellies of very bad ideas. Chester gets car sick. Really car sick. He's the only dog I know who gets car sick. Pierce Fleming, IVoM is way way way on the northwest side of town, i'm on the south east side of town. it took almost 40 minutes to get there. More than enough time for Chester to vomit and for Maddie to freak out about the vomit and plot her revenge.

We finally get there and get in the consultation room (the room has posters for animal accupuncture written in German. I don't know how I feel about that yet). As the vet assistant is asking us all kinds of questions, Maddie decides that it's time for her to let us know just how upset she is with having to ride with pukeboy. She drops a gigantic stewy load all over the floor. Yep, my dog did me proud by taking a huge shit in the middle of the room. She was really pleased with herself. I was mortified.

After the bulldozer and hazmat teams leave with the offending load, Pierce Fleming, IVoM, showed up. Instantly, I'm in love. My regular ver faxed over Maddie's records earlier in the week. He sat down with them that day and started doing research. He started doing research in advance. he immediately ruled out food based allergies, those would not affect the feet so much as the face, stomach and ass (thank god my dog does not have an angry seeping ass rash!), it's also not mites. The common assumption is that it might be airborne or inhalant allergies, but his research showed that those allergies affect the toes, not the pads.

So he did more research and checked things out and all. All signs point to auto-immune disorder, something not especially common in dogs, but not entirely uncommon in shar peis (you know, as much as I adore the breed, the health problems are really out of hand). Apparently, all the symptoms are classic, you just have to know what you are looking at to make the connection and Pierce Fleming IVoM did his research in advance.

He spent a lot of time explaining the course of treatment we were going to follow, he answered our questions thoroughly and thoughtfully. He wanted to put her on cephalexen but I pointed out that that drug makes Maddie shit blood all over my living room, an activity I am keen to avoid in the future. Cephalexen is really the best drug for the situation so, instead of going with a lesser drug and getting questionable results, we're going with the cephalexin AND another drug that will help prevent great big bloody shits. Also, there is prednisone, which I'm not keen on, but we're keeping the dose low and after 5 days we're moving to every other day.

Maddie wanted to express her thanks to everyone, so she peed on the rug in the lobby. Thanks Maddie!

So far, she seems to be doing okay. We're not getting instant results, but that's to be expected. This course of treatment could take 2 months or more.

In other dog related news...
Remember last week when we never got to obedience class because I didn't call ahead and it all got cancelled? And then we changed to the Monday night class? Well, I called the teacher of the Monday night class to say "hey, we missed the first night, call me and let me know if I need anything other than a dog, a leash and some treats". She called me. She was not happy. She doesn't let people sign up late for her class, oh no she doesn't. The first night is a very important lecture and she doesn't people to miss it. I tried to point out that I'd been through dog obedience classes in the past, I kind of had a good idea of what was what in the dog obedience world.

Chester has his basic commands down, he can sit, stay, lay down and, on occasion, "SHUT THE FUCK UP". I relayed this to her (not the STFU part, people don't appreciate that as much) and she said "well, that's easy..." Well, yeah, lady, that's why i signed up for the class. Look, I've been through the classes, I'm prepared to carry babies for the Dog Whisperer, I'm down with pack order and dominance displays.

Fine. She gave me a "well, if you want to come I guess..."

I called the community ed offices and asked if I could switch to yet another class since this lady was so cranky and I really didn't want to be in a class with a cranky teacher. It's not going to help me and it's not going to help my dog.

Well, huzzah and blow it out your ass cranky lady! Seems the original class we were trying to go to was only postponed, not cancelled! That starts this Wednesday, we will make it and not have missed anything.

Look, i'm not trying to train my dog for any kind of competition or anything, I just need him to not bark so much when I am not home, get socialized with other dogs so he is not afraid of them and not jump on people when they come over. Stupid jerk lady.

And today we set Chester up with the citronella spray bark collar as he's been harassing the neighbors. It worked really well. In fact it worked so well that it seems he was completely still and silent as much as possible, or at least that's what David ascertained when he got home and Chester didn't even dance a little jig. Hooray!

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Tonight was the first night of dog obedience class. It's not an important night to be in class, mostly they just tell you why you want to train your dog, and how it should be done and then you talk about dogs. You don't bring your dog to the first night, you just talk about dogs and everyone is really sweet and nice and we all grab each other's metaphorical butts.

So, David and I take a quickie nap after work and then get ready to go. Of course I picked the obedience class at Southwest High School which is way on the other side of town as opposed to the one at Roosevelt High School which is 1) 10 blocks up the same road my house is on and 2) the place where David works. I just thought the description for the obedience class at Roosevelt sounded mean, besides, Ghengis went to Southwest for his classes. We get in the car and I totally know where I'm going, I give directions and we're off.

Yeah, we're off except I'm convinced the school is not as far north as David is telling me it is. It can't be that far north, I'm sure of it! No, it's got to be down here near the creek because that's where I went with Ghengis and that's where I took my knitting class....but where the hell is it? We can't find it and I didn't write down the address because why would I write down the address when I know where it is?

So we stop at a convenience store and they're having some sort of Turkish birthday party which I'm thinking is pretty cool and also I'm thinking the owner of the store is going to hug me any minute. He's so fucking happy and he has an accent and he keeps yelling "SOUTHWEST!! SOUTHWEST HIGH SCHOOL!!!" to his family. The teen girl gives me vague but good directions and I get out of there before they offer me cake because I'm pretty damned sure that if I was offered Turkish birthday cake, I would not leave and David would be stuck in the car waiting for me.

The school is, in fact, a full 10 blocks north of where I thought it was. Okay, fine. We get there and run inside ten minutes late. We go to the community ed office and ask where the class is and the girl actually looks sad! She's sad! Apparently not enough people signed up in advance so they cancelled the class. David looks at me and I have to apologize for not calling in advance to make sure there was space and confirm the class was still going on. Do the responsible and smart thing? Nah, that's just not how I roll.

We signed up for the class which started on Monday and I figure that's fine because the first class always ends with somebody grabbing your ass. Or something.

We head out, wander around town and had dinner at El Norteno, (the place where we took Julie when she was in town oh so long ago). I wolfed down the chili verde with pork and potatos and drank one of the best horchatas ever. David ate something, I'm sure, but I couldn't really focus through the haze of chili verde.

Speaking of food and dogs, we're putting maddie on a homemade diet to see if we can alleviate some of the allergy issues she is having. Corn and wheat are common allergens for dogs, so we're keeping her on plain beef, rice and carrot stews for now. So easy to make in the crock pot AND I roast the bones for Chester so it's a win/win for everyone involved. Maddie LOVES her meaty dinners (like DUH) and I have no problem putting the effort in if this will keep her healthy.

I've said it before and I will say it again, when I die I want to come back as one of my pets!

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My mom came down this weekend and she and I went yarn shopping. Yarn shopping is one of those magical things for me that makes me wish I had a hundred billion dollars and 80 zillion hours. I'd do nothing but create fantastic and beautiful things from the end of my hook.

My big find this weekend (besides size 30 crochet thread and a 99 cent big eye bead threading needle) is this fabulous Chinese yarn. It's extra fine lambs wool, spun out to a thread weight. It's absolutely gorgeous. It's fine enough to do lace work but lighter than cotton thread so it will actually drape. I promised a friend of mine a long time ago that i would make her a scarf. I'm going to string these light green seed beads on this pink yarn and make up a beaded lace scarf for her. I'd like to make something bigger, but at $20 a ball, I'm not really going to be buying a lot of this.

Let me just say, I just cannot tell you how lovely this yarn is. It's so soft and pliable. I'd post a link to it, but I can't find anything about it. I'll keep searching, then you guys can buy me yarn!

I started making tiny beaded bags. It's easier than I thought, but it makes my hands ache to work on it. I got 2 finished on Saturday night and started a 3rd, but I don't like the way the 3rd is working out so i'm frogging it and starting over.

I'm hammering out my finger puppet pattern. The basic design is there, i just need to get proportions right. I'm stash diving for the finger puppets, just using those odd ends of skeins that accumulate in the bucket. I'd separated them out and put them in a bag to pull from as I needed them. I stupidly left the bag on Chester's kennel and last night while David and I were out at the Guthrie, Chester ripped open the bag from below, pulled all the yarn through, chewed up the bag and then managed to unwind probably 187 different skeins and twist them together. Luckily he didn't eat anything, I don't relish the thought of pulling 100 feet of yarn out of my dog's butt.

So there you have it. A post even more boring than the ones I do about food!

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I'm cross eyed from the tiny lace making. Pillow case edging must be done in pairs and I just finished my second set. My second set of tiny little stitches with a tiny little hook. Now I am on to my new project, I need to make 50 tiny little beaded lace bags and 50 little bitty funky finger puppets.

If things work out I'll post pictures AND tell you why the hell I had to make 50 tiny little beaded lace bags and 50 little bitty funky finger puppets.

If things don't work out, I'll never mention it again and you will forget because you were raised by MTV and you can't remember when your last crap was (hint: your last crap was at 4:47pm).

Now my surgery hand in numb and my left hand is cramping up so I am going to bed.

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it's the little things that get me every time
1) hippo birthday cards even though my birthday is still 5 months aways
2) falling asleep in his arms
3) out of the blue, him telling me I looked tired and asking me if I wanted a massage
4) the phone call every day at 3:30 just to say hi

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Totally trying to work off a hangover here. Let me tell you a few things I learned last night...

1) my grandfather's cherry wine makes a great mixer.
2) tequila and cherry wine is a foul foul combination
3) it can be almost impossible to tell what level of drunk David is at. Apparently he was in the "way way" drunk category. I couldn't tell.
4) do not fall asleep with a giant star candle burning next to the bed. Besides the obvious die in your sleep from the terrible raging fire possibility, you will wake up at 6am with a headache so bad you will pray for instant death. Not a hangover headache, that's different, but a layer of pure crystalline pain sort of headache.
5) do not mention Ghengis to me while I am drinking so much. If you do then you will be forced to scrape my snot covered face off the kitchen floor and spend 30 minutes trying to comfort me as I sob uncontrollably.
6) don't drunk dial certain people, minefields await.
7) drunk dial anna, she's always a safe bet!
8) britney spears comes across as even more vapid, stupid and retarded when you are drunk. you kind of want to feel sorry for her, but she needs to take responsibility for her stupidity at some point (yeah, I watched Britney and Kevin: Chaotic!)
9) nothing cures a hangover better than 4 shots of espresso, a banana and a hot shower
10) happy long weekend peeps! enjoy it in trashy style

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Spending the day home sick, I was surfing the web, catching up on my reading. The headlining story over at Salon is a dense, 3 page article written by a father discussing the battle of wills that popped up at his son's birth regarding circumcision.

I skimmed over it last night, read some of the response letters and then wandered back up to David to once again bug him with questions about his penis, his thoughts on circumcision and to generally confuse him with my interest (it was also brought up in a book recently so I asked him all kinds of questions then as well. My feeling is that since I do not have a penis, I should ask someone with a penis about penis related issues). This afternoon, as I was reading the story I found myself getting angrier and angrier. For me, it wasn't so much about the circumcision, the medical issues or the religious implications, I was pissed at the people involved.

The mother did her research, read up on the subject and decided she did not want this done to her child. She went to her husband, they discussed it and he agreed. Now, this is his account, he makes no mention that she bullied him in any way, they discussed it, he did his research they made their decision.

He then calls his parents and they freak out on him. They use tradition as their excuse and emotional blackmail as their weapons. That made me angry, sure, his parents are portrayed as toddlers screaming to get their way for no reason other than they want their way.

What really pissed me off? What pissed me off was that he laid down and rolled over and changed his mind and then made his wife go through with a procedure for her son that she did not want and is arguably one of the most unnecessary that we do.

When you get married your obligation is to your spouse and children above all others, even your parents. Period. I know it's a juggling act at times to keep everyone happy (hell, it's especially a juggling act when you have a spouse AND your parents are divorced because suddenly you're juggling 3 sets of interests, not just two). I know we all have this deep seated urge to keep our parents happy, it makes our lives easier, but sometimes you have to say "NO" and you have to say it loudly.

To have capitulated to his parents, to have betrayed his own wife like that, it's a terrible thing. I don't have many opinions on the whole circumcision thing, I don't have a penis and I don't have a son. If I had a son, however, I would probably choose not to have the procedure done. I can think of no reason to cut off part of my child's body, i just can't. I would expect that should the situation come up, I would be able to have the discussion with the child's father and that would be that. Our parent's would have nothing to do with the discussion because it is not their child and it is truly none of their business what happens to someone else's baby's penis.

If I were Neal Pollack's wife, i would seriously consider leaving. That he considers his parent's emotional blackmail a stronger force than the betrayal she felt is indicative of so much.

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Here's where I get you those photos you never asked for for presents you never got (well, most of you anyway)

This is the purse I made for Auntie Sue. She actually asked for a different purse, but I'm a dick and I can never just give people what they want. Actually, the purse she asked for had been knitted and I just didn't feel like knitting, but also, I'd been trying my damnedest to modify the knit pattern to crochet and it just was not working. So, I spent and evening flipping through my pattern books for inspiration and stumbled across a really ugly hat. Go, look it up in the Stitch n Bitch Happy Hooker Crochet book, it's called the "Strut". I just hate the hat, but I made the larger pattern option and added a few rows and knit and I-cord handle and Voila! We have a purse. I even popped a few flowers on there for extra cuteness. If you want me to make one of these for you I need you to send me 4 skeins of Noro Kureyon yarn in any colorway you like.

Enamored with how quickly this purse stitched up and how cute it was when it finished up, I wanted to make more! Fate is rarely on my side, but people will always need gifts. My cousins, Emily and Rosalie were going to be at Christmas dinner. What girls don't like scratchy wool purses made by their weird cousin with the blue hair??

Rosalie's Purse

Emily's Purse

And then there's the jam making. I foolishly did not get any photos of the 120 jars of jams, syrups or relishes that I canned at my mom's. I also did not get any photos of the jams I canned here or even of the mustards. Dammit. And I really loved the labels I made for them along with the names:

• Dona Frambuesa's Easy Kitchen Sauce (chili-raspberry lime glaze)
• CornBob RelishPants (corn relish)
• Heather Ward's Def Strawberry Jam (strawberry lemon marmalade)
• Redbeard's anti-scurvy sauce (orange raisin and cranberry sauce)
• Leminger (lemon ginger marmalade)
• Red Squirrel (strawberry ginger syrup)
• St Maple's Extreme Nerve Calmative and Itch Tonic (maple pecan syrup)
• Hawaii 5-0 (pineapple, lemon, orange, ginger marmalade)
• Herr Saftiger's Wundermustard (mit spice)

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Today I made oven fries on the advice of a cat! and his fries are even better than Pat's.

I've had the Achewood cookbook for a while now and I never made the damned oven fries, totally proclaimed to be the best ever. you know what? They are! They are super good. Of course I overcooked mine, but I think my oven runs hot at high temps. I doused mine in Franks hot sauce, it's PMS time so it means I am practically drinking the vinegar straight up. yo.

Also, now that I have finally watched the second season of Lost (thank you, Alan) I think I can reasonably say that Hurley is the only good person out there. And I spent most of the season wanting to smack Ana Lucia, even before she shot Shannon. (look, I'm writing about current pop culture!!! except over a year late!).

Okay, I'm off to bed, Emily? Anna? We on for Monch?

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Saturday was that kind of day where chilling in the tub with the boy and burning through your library books are your highlights. It was incredibly realaxing, exactly what I needed.

but also.....
1) I took this recipe and made it, but instead of using it as an enchilada sauce I threw the pureed result in a big pot, added a large can of hominy (not to be confused with the GIANT can i could also buy), diced tomatoes, kidney beans, black beans and pigeon peas. I thinned it out just a bit and added a touch of brown sugar. Cooked it up into a spicy chili like stew. To my bowl I added chopped pork from the roast I'd made a couple nights earlier. Filling and delicious.

2) In a lazy mode, not feeling like making dinner the other night, David and I prepped some italian kale. Then I sauteed garlic in oil over med-low heat until just golden, added the kale. Sauteed, added a can of diced tomatoes, Penzy's pasta sprinkle and cooked down some of the liquid. Dumped in cooked pasta. Sometimes the lazy meals end up being the tastiest.

3) This morning I got up and made banana pancakes, served them with home made red squirrel sauce (that I canned myself). Red squirrel is stawberry ginger syrup, sweet, tangy, fruity and sharp. I love it. It was delicious on the pancakes.

4) I've started crocheting lace edgings for pillow cases and table cloths. If things work out, everything will go into a christmas box and that box will fill up over the year and people will get presents. Sadly, last year, my plan to make stuffed animals and dolls for all the kids I know kind of got squashed by depression and Ghengis dying. This year, I'm hoping to be more determined about staying on track.

5) I made 3 purses in 5 days and gave them away. I'll try to get photos posted soon. I'm still on David's computer and he doesn't have Photoshop so my photo editing abilities are limited. One purse went to my Auntie Sue, the other two went to a set of cousins. I had to be careful, everyone wanted to steal Auntie Sue's purse. I was pretty happy with it and would make another for anyone willing to pay for the materials (it's Japanese wool, I mean, seriously, that shit ain't cheap).

6) dog are good and sweet and fun to play with. Chester is learning to be my buddy. I definitely need another dog-buddy.

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Here we go again, you freaks! Time to see what your thought process is before you show up here. December was busy, many more search terms used.

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• As always, Velvet Cerebellum leads out the list. Yeah, that makes sense.
• analworld is a popular bet, it's almost always there. It makes me feel good to know that my mom frequents a website also browsed by people looking for the best in anal entertainment.
• "gilbert easyasphosting". Okay, this one fills me with much joy and happiness, more than most of them. If you recall, I struggled for nigh on 3000 hours trying to make Movable Type work on my previous web host's servers. 'Gilbert', one of the falsely name wads from tech 'support' in India sent me the fucking microsoft kb article defining the problem and then helpfully suggested that the only way to fix the problem was to contact my network administrator. When I pointed out to 'Gilbert' that he sent me a solution that told me to contact sim for support he said "I doubt at the installation part of you". Fucker. At least I know someone else is having issues with him or one of his drone replacements.

  (as a sidenote, I still recommend LivingDot for your hosting needs. All the tech support is in the US, they speak real English and I have never ever waited more than a few minutes for an email response to any tech question, no matter how retarded.)
  

• Stupid Mortals? YEAH!!! Of course a search for Stupid Mortals would send you here and of course all of your Stupid Mortal needs would be met by my website! Need Stupid Mortals? Come to the velvet Cerebellum!
  
• Removing vomit smell from leather seats? yeah, I'll accept that. Chester did vomit all over the leather of my car.
  
• Roller derby girl upskirts? FUCK YEAH
  
• Off the chain ass 07!!!!! That's right aaaaw...what?
  
• Couple things in there about recipes that i've made. That's cool.
  
• Vagina Velvet....upholstering a sofa near you
  
• pound vagina. Once again, something I wrote was taken out of context. It's not "pound vagina" like a command, it's "100 pound vagina" like my coworker.
  
• and my personal favorite this month...Nurse Humping. I had to take off my pants when I read that, I was so excited. Nurse Humping, on my site. Scorching hot.
  

you people have problems. Deep and serious problems. I'm just glad I provide the outlet for you.

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A few weeks ago i found myself battling wave after wave of grief. I felt like I was wading hip deep upriver. It was too much to deal with. a Large portion of my issue came from the misbegotten idea that at 6 weeks I should somehow be done grieving.

I don't know why I decided this, but it was there, beating me up. My grief felt foolish and selfish. I worried that the only reason why i was grieving was because I wanted him back, not because he might want his life back. I second guess myself all the time. I deconstruct my motives and look upon myself with great suspicion.

People told me it was okay to grieve, but I figured they were saying it because that's what you say. Finally, I just stopped talking about it because I didn't want to be that mopey, burdensome friend. You know, that friend that only sucks the life out of you and never gives? yeah, I hate that person too. I bottled up the grief and let it out when I was showering or driving or hiding in the basement. Still, it was more than I could handle.

Then I went to my appointment with my psychiatrist to adjust my meds (the story of the psychiatrist and the meds is a whole different post for later). I told her that I felt my meds weren't working because I couldn't get over Ghengis. Even after 6 weeks the pain was still amazingly raw.

She told me it was okay. She told me I could expect to feel pain and grief for a year or even 2. She gave me the permission I needed to feel the pain and like that it was like a burden lifted. I don't know why I needed to hear it from her and not my friends, but that's what it took.

It still hurts, good lord it hurts, but it doesn't hurt quite as bad.

And while we are on the subject, please send good thoughts to Dena and Levi. They lost their beloved Bela before Christmas. Bela was a beautiful dog, he was Dena's solid ground for years. He was smart and loyal and fun. He even liked Ghengis.

Why do we do it? Why do we bring pets into our lives knowing that they will die before us? I don't know, really, but I know that I will never stop having pets. I know that for as much as it hurt to lose Ghengis, my most beloved of pets, it would be even worse to not have had him at all.

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and today I say happy new year from us to you!
I hope your year is as bright and happy as I know mine will be.

It's after 2 in the afternoon, I'm still in my robe, I'm trying to work the beer and champaigne out of my system and I'm eating Special Lady Breakfast Surprise (frozen blueberries covered in strawberry yogurt with toasted almonds and 5 grain cereal on top, slathered in honey) to make me feel better. It's as good a way as any to ring in a new year.

Perhaps now I will go find me some black eyed peas!

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