Tagged Again! (This feels like Gym Class circa 1992.)

12 10 2010

I started this post as a draft last night after I noticed that Morgan re-tagged me. Before I post it tonight though, I want to thank you all for your AMAZING comments on my post yesterday. Your support means the world to me. When I did WW and it worked, I was with five of my best friends at every meeting. I clearly don’t have that here, but yesterday you all proved to me that you’re that support I need. You are all my biggest cheerleaders and you’re all helping me stay accountable. I cannot, cannot, cannot thank you enough. I don’t have the words for it. Seriously. You are all amazing and have motivated and touched (not in a creepy way) both me and B in this process. Ok… moving on!

Sweet Morgan from The Handcrafted Life tagged me (darn! I shoulda called no tag-backs! LOL… middle school, I’m tellin’ ya. Just kidding Morgan!) and I am so excited to answer her questions.

I tagged her in my last tag-happy post and just found that she shares my love for Joey-isms. After laughing out loud for a while, I trekked over here to answer her great questions!

1. Who is on your list of 5 (famous people you can be with), and is your list laminated?

Vince Vaughn. I think he’s hilarious and sexy. And most likely the only normal one on my list. My weirdest celeb crush is Howie Mandel. I think he’s just the bee’s knees. I kind of like Tony Danza too. (And whenever I see him on TV I think of the Tiny Dancer song… “Hold me closer, Tony Dannnnnzzzzzaaaaa!”)

I honestly think that’s it. I’m not super into celebs like that. And while I love the Friends reference in the question, I wouldn’t give up B for any of these guys, even for a night!

2. Sweet or Savory–what is your favorite type of food?

There are only two food groups. Sweets and pizza. NOM. See my last post where I joined Weight Watchers… wahhhh!

My Grandma used to eat Cheez-Its around me a lot and said she had a “salt tooth.” I pictured an actual tooth made of salt that needed Cheez-Its to survive, but no… it meant she liked salt. I enjoy a little bit of both but I CRAVE sweets and carbs like no one’s business.

3. Approx how many pairs of shoes do you have, and describe the last pair you bought.

I just got rid of a TON of shoes, so I have no idea how many I have. Probably six or so pairs of flip flops and 10 other pairs of everyday or dressy shoes. I don’t know if I’ve bought shoes in a while… I bought a pair of barely-heeled Nine West black pointed-toe shoes in April for the big event my work had… sadly I think that was it. I’m going to be buying a red pair soon though due to my pal Cher’s advice.

4. If money is no object, what is your ultimate dream vacation?

A tour of Europe for like, a month or two. B really wants to see England and France, and I really want to go back to Italy (Sicily, specifically) with him. Who wants to fund this?!?!

5. Favorite new TV show this season?

I love The Big C but it makes me depressed. I hate seeing people cheat on their spouse (oh… spoiler alert. Sorry?) But the MAIN ATTRACTION this season is BOARDWALK EMPIRE!!!! Seventeen thumbs up. Seriously. Sopranos on crack. I’m so jazzed.

6. The new leggings fashion trend, are you for it or against it?

I really like them, but they’re not really that functional for me. I don’t have any long tunic-y shirts, which you need for leggings. So I have to buy full outfits to wear this trend, not just pieces. Until I hit the lotto that’s not going to happen. Maybe as a “when I hit the ### mark” reward on WW?

7. What is the sweetest/nicest thing your hubby does for you?

He will leave me HILARIOUS voicemails that are songs with our inside jokes. He also sometimes takes out the pugs at night for me when I’ve been working, which I know is a tiny thing, but means so much when I’m exhausted on the couch.

8. Have you ever had a bad haircut? What did you do to get over it?

I had a bad haircut once (I swore it was uneven) and skipped my Aunt’s wedding because of it. I’m not joking. So maybe I’m not the one to ask about this. (I did go back and get it fixed, even though they thought I was crazy!)

Thanks for the tag Morgan!!!!

Oh and here’s a gratuitous pug picture!

Dixie Bugg takes the spotlight today because she’s A) gorgeous and B) super happy that her badass Boston Terrier boyfriend Murphy Dogg from Punk Rock Dogg is blogging again after a hiatus!

Thanks again for EVERYTHING, everyone. I’ll keep you updated on B’s blog too!


Puggie Porn

5 10 2010

My two girl pugs are kinda… horny. Sort of. Once, my friend Laura was watching them while we were on a trip, and texted me something along the lines of “ummmmm can you tell me why I’m watching girl-on-girl pug porn right now?” They like to hump one another. Of my three pugs, only the two girls hump.

They’re sexy beasts.

So today, Dixie decided to tell Sophie how she likes it. Yea-uh!

She knows what she wants! That… Bugg… is… POISONNNN!

Twinner & Pug Madness

3 10 2010

Wow. I don’t even know where to start with my weekend. I got to see my longest blog friend, my Twinner. It was as if we had been friends for YEARS! She got off the plane (I greeted her with cupcakes!), and then we went to my house, exchanged gifts, took out the pugs, and then went straight to get Mexican. Twinner had never seen white queso – apparently in Oklahoma it’s yellow?

Then we did some crafting and baking before getting ready for our evening.

We went to Rock Bottom so that Twinner could try some fun beers. We shared the sampler and a pretzel appetizer. I wish I had taken more pictures of our meals! But we weren’t at Rock Bottom long- we had a Big Fat Gay Pug Wedding to go to!

The whole point of the weekend was to get together a bunch of pug bloggers from around the continent (yes, we had a Canadian blogger come!) I had a pug blog for a long time, The Misadventures of Pug(s) and Bugg. I couldn’t keep up with all the blogs, so I stopped, but these other bloggers have remained my friends and I love getting together with them. There are tons of pug bloggers in Indy and a bunch of “celebrities” came in from out of town. Two Indy pugs, Salinger and Pugsley, decided to get “married” this weekend in front of all the blogger guests. It was pretty hilarious!

Twinner and I then had a little run-in with some mud. There were some sketchy characters in the hotel hallway (where the event was held) so we tried to exit out a different door after we used the bathroom. Turns out we were stuck in a courtyard and couldn’t get back inside. We tried to walk to the fence side, but found out quickly that it was a field of mud.

After cleaning ourselves up in the bathroom (after a nice older man let us in) we realized that whoever used the bathroom next would NOT know that it was mud.

The night was awesome- there were rainbow favors, a doggie cake, and lots of hilarious people. We head home and crashed after such a long day!

The next day was the monthly pug meetup at the park up the street from us. It was insanity!

Check out this cutie, THE FOO! Isn’t that a cute pug name? I just love little Foo. She came to visit from Illinois with her pug sister Genevieve. Here’s Foo:

Pug celebrity Punchy came from upstate New York. She made my pugs’ wedding outfits! (You can find her on etsy at PugPossessed) She wore her pug meetup pants for the occasion.

B was in charge of Sophie, while I was in charge of Harles (he doesn’t do well around other dogs, he gets nervous and snippy) and Twinner had the Bugg, who, it seems, smoked a few crack pipes before the meetup. Seriously.

Harles’ “girlfriend” is Clover who lives in Ottawa, Canada. Clover didn’t make it out but her mom Jess did! Here I am with Jess and Twinner.

This is Miley, whose tongue is TO DIE FOR!

Twinner giving Bugg some cuddles:

These are the ladies from out of town! Illinois, New York, Oklahoma, and Canada!

And then there’s this cutie patootie…. Josie. I fell in love!

Laura and Twinner hung out, even though Laura’s pug Salinger didn’t seem to want to be in pictures.

After the meetup, we went back to our house and watched the OU game for Twinner. Although I’ve been christened a bandwagon fan. BOOMER SOONER! Bugg was concerned about the game.

When the game was pretty much locked up, we went to Vikki’s (who has 11 pugs!) Her husband had just had knee surgery, but she and joined in some party festivities. Which means food!

This is one of Vikki’s crew, Rosie. She had barely any hair when they rescued her. She’s a pug mix and only has one eye. She stayed right in that spot all night!

This is another mix (with Twinner) he is a puggle named Jeff Saturday! Jeff’s owners have three others, a pug named Reggie Wayne, a pug-shi tzu named Dallas Clark, and a Bugg named Peyton Annie Manning. Do you see a (Colts!) trend here?

Here I am with some of the ladies: Stacy (Harles’ foster mom), Michele (Stubby’s mom from Chicago) and my Twinner!

More people- left to right are Jess, Punchy, Gerry (Michele’s husband), Vikki, and Cindy. With various pugs!

Little Josie got tired and had the whole chair to herself!

I tried to get a good picture of everyone, but it didn’t quite work out.

I did get a few more pics with my Twinner though! She got me this beautiful scarf as a gift! Clearly she knows me too well. (The crafts we were doing? These nametags! You can see mine in this picture.)

We took a picture with our good friend Laura as well…

And then discussed doing duck face. (Know you love this, Laura L!)

And yes, I did get everyone to do the duck face.

Poor Salinger (Laura’s only pug) was pretty much pooped at the end of the night. He’s not very social.

I got a picture with the famous Punchy. We all autographed a picture mat for her! She is so talented and lovely.

Twinner gave my little girls lots of hugs and attention while I was busy getting an autographed book!

We crashed hard last night as well, since it was such a long day. Luckily we got to spend some time together this morning before Twinner’s flight. We got breakfast at Perkin’s (disappointing… don’t ask) and then did a little shopping on Broad Ripple Avenue, a cute street with small shops (and lots of bars at night.) Then it was sadly time to take Twinner back to the airport! We miss her a lot but I’m sure she’s happy to get back to her one-pug household after all this crazyness!

I haven’t laughed this hard or had this much fun in a long time! It was a wonderful weekend! Thanks to all my friends, new and old, for making this great, crazy weekend a success!

I’m an Aristophile

26 09 2010

You all know me as KJ, the lover of pugs. AKA, kjpugs. We got our first pug Oliver when I was a senior in high school (from my dad’s coworker who bred his pugs) and I never turned back.

Yes, a few gratuitous pictures of my first puggy love, Oliver. We only got just over four years with him and I miss him so much. He deserved to grow old with me.

But there is a side of KJ that you don’t know. A nerdy, cat-loving side. A side that actually went to cat shows in the Meadowlands. A side that knows a Manx from a Maine Coon from an Abyssinian. That’s right… I was (and still sort of am) an Aristophile.

Also, I quite possibly made that word up. I swear to you, in one of my nerdy cat books, it said that a lover of cats was known as an ‘Aristophile.’ Just like a lover of children is known as…. well, nevermind. But in google-searching I cannot find any proof of this being a real word. In any case, I’m using it, whether or not it’s true. Since when I was eight I used to tell people “Hello, I’m Kelly, and I’m an Aristophile.” So let’s not let eight year old KJ down, k?

When I was in first grade, my mom let us get a cat. Which was HUGE since my mom generally hates animals. I had named her Frau Blücher after a character in Young Frankenstein (my Dad cultured us early in everything Mel Brooks) and I decorated the cat’s “corner” in our dining room with pictures of little Frau wearing a pink bow in her hair, riding a bike, etc. I even remember the orange and pink shirt I was wearing that day as I ran home from the bus stop to see her.

Turns out, “Frau” was a boy. And my Mom named him Freckles. “And we can’t change it because I already told people.” Thanks Mom. (And thanks from FRECKLES too. I’m sure he enjoyed fifteen years of the least manly name ever.)

(My only digital photo of Freckles, from circa 2004 or 2005 when he was in his teens already, sitting on Bruce, my Corolla.)

Freckles and I had a bunch of great memories together. Like when I was trying to watch TV and would spray him with a water bottle for playing with my hair. Or when I’d force him in a cradle and pretend he was a baby. Or when I might’ve ran his tail over once or twice with my bike. Or how about that time when I asked the vet how they KNEW he was a boy (I was in denial) and he told me, “See? The pattern on his forehead makes an M!” I won’t tell you how long I believed that one.

Or the time when I was in Middle School that he almost died from a fight with an animal outside, and I found him in my sister’s closet crying with a chunk out of him. And I cried in the vet’s office until I found out they fixed him, and then diligently cleaned his drain (yes, he got a drain for his absess) and fed him medicine. I loved that cat. We were so close… he would never bite a soul, after years of putting up with me, he’d just lightly touch you with his teeth as if to say, “I could be biting you. Please stop.” He was the most precious baby.

At some point while I was still in elementary school, we got a second cat, Panther. My sister Min got to pick him out. She was ENORMOUSLY FAT as a child so she picked out the fattest cat of the litter “because he’ll get skinny, like me!” Nope. Panther did NOT get skinny. Panther weighed 40 pounds at his heaviest. Panther and I weren’t as tight as Freckles and I were, but we had some funny memories.

(And no, I don’t have any digital pictures of Panther, unfortunately.)

(But I do have this fantastic photo of the nametag I made for Sorority rush. It was supposed to be memorable and “about you,” so when they asked what it meant you could tell them. “I have a 40 pound cat” worked pretty well.)

Panther was so fat that he once broke our cat carrier in the middle of the vet’s office. Just fell out while my mom was in line. He probably had some sort of thyroid problem, since no diet ever made him lose weight, and he was too lazy to groom himself. We had to shave the parts of him he couldn’t reach to groom when he got super fat. Once, I woke up thinking I was dying, and realized Panther was just sitting on my chest. It literally took all my strength to get him off me.

The cats got really fed up when we got Oliver, and pretty much lived in the basement, where Oli wasn’t allowed. Right after getting Oliver I went off to college. The beginning of my freshman year, my dad passed away. So at that point, I knew we’d never have another cat again. (Remember, my mom + animals = notsomuch.) The beginning of my Junior year, I got a phone call. Classes hadn’t even started yet, and I’d only been down in North Carolina for about a week. Freckles had been sick- he was more than 15 years old- and he had been put him to sleep. I hadn’t been that upset since losing my dad. A year later (almost to the day) the same thing happened with Panther. Almost exactly a year after that, our pug Oliver lost his short battle with liver failure after being poisoned by the xylitol in some sugar-free gum that he found.

Months later, Big Daddy and I got our puggy girls. And then our puggy boy a year after that. But I still SORT OF have cats. Sort of.

My crazy neighbor does feral cat rescue. She has a cat pen, and feeds lots of ferals outside her house as well. Most of them are just mean cats that hide in our yard and then try to fight the pugs when they accidentally almost pee on them. (Which makes me nervous, because the cats all have claws, and let’s be honest, pugs lead with their eyeballs.)

But then there’s Helen.

I ADORE Helen.

I had a little photoshoot with her last weekend (she was laying on top of crazy neighbor’s 12 x 12 cat pen. I’m not kidding, it’s that big.)

Helen likes to hang out on our porch or sleep in the plants next to our steps. She loves being pet and ignores the pugs. (Wish I could say they do the same.) She is sweet and loving and absolutely brightens my days when I see her sitting outside our door.

So I kind of still have a cat. And kind of don’t. But I miss them!

Aristophile, OUT!

Lipstick Galore!

15 09 2010

B is out of town on a business trip, which is notsogreat for many reasons, especially when I’m working both jobs, like today. I had to go home for a late lunch to take out those pugs.

Well guess what was waiting for me? A PACKAGE! From my good pug friend Heather!

This is a picture of us with our boys, Harry Pugalicious and Harles.

She’s the pug mom to Harry Pugalicious and LuLu. They live in Alabama and visited us last fall… and will be coming again in about two weeks! But because Heather knows about Lipsticktember and is the sweetest girl ever, she sent me this…

Not for eating, Bugg!

Which was full of THIS…

YEP! Tons and tons of Lancome lipstick samples! SO many that I probably could wear one a day for the rest of Lipsticktember. I am so excited! I wore one called “simmering” today but alas, no pictures due to the hectic 14 hour workday.

A few of you have asked about how Lipsticktember is going, by the way. It’s going great! My lips are more dry than normal, but I’ve kept up with it. My lips have seen lipstick EVERY DAY this month! At the end of the month I’ll do a post with pictures of my favorites and my thoughts about the experiment.

Thanks again Heather for helping along my Lipstick project! Can’t wait to see you in October!

Fall = Stuffing

7 09 2010

So, back to bloggin’! I was working a lot this weekend, but I’m sure you guys were all off at BBQ parties and such, so hopefully no one noticed.

After watching something about some great chili restaurant on TV, I decided that chili- without beans- sounded good. Like Skyline Chili has. We decided to head there for dinner. Skyline’s chili is really smooth… seeing that it’s the lumps of… ugh, items?… in soups and chilies that turn me off, I thought it would be a winner winner chili dinner.

I was sadly mistaken.

Did you know what weird spice they put in their chili?


To me… cinnamon = sweet. And all savory uses of it are gross. To Big Daddy, savory cinnamon is great. He’s part Lebanese. Apparently I would NEVER like Lebanese food. I’m fine with that.

My taste buds were assaulted by the cinnamon flavor and I couldn’t eat more than two bites.

So we went and picked up some beers.

Some Leinenkugel Oktoberfest and New Belgium Brewing Company’s Hoptober. What season am I all hopped up on right now?

Fall. Autumn. Whatever you want to call it.

And do you know what happens when summer turns to fall?

I become a FREAK for stuffing. (Some of you might know it as dressing. But I call it STUFFING. Right to your FACE.)

(Em, you’re right, I do use a lot of capitalized words for emphasis.)

But here’s my weirdness (like there aren’t enough already.) I will only eat PLAIN stuffing. If there is so much as a stray dehydrated celery piece in there, I will NOT EAT A BITE. (I’m looking at you, Stovetop!) Seriously, don’t be all insulted when I don’t eat your homemade stuffing with nuts and cranberries and lemur tears. I only like my stuffing from a bag. And this is that bag:

Pepperidge Farms with the BLUE bag. Not the cornbread, not the white bread. The white/wheat mix in the BLUE BAG.

I only like stuffing that is straight up buttery, soggy bread. Butter, stock, and bread. Sogged up to my liking. It’s disgusting how much I will eat. By the end of the winter, B has to literally drag me past it in the grocery store.

Luckily for me, he goes on business trips in the fall/winter and then I sit home and eat this.

YUM! Soggy bread aka ❤ Stuffing <3, a hoptastic beer, and a very dirty toaster. Yea, sorry about that.

Now I just have to convince B that we really need to watch the RHONJ Reunion Show Part 2 that I recorded while working last night. Wish me luck. Two out of three ain’t bad though.

PS- true life, we share our 99.9% empty beer bottles with the pugs.

Sophie? Serious alcoholic. Look for her on an upcoming Intervention episode.

PPS- regarding Cinnamon… VOTE!

Puggy Vids

5 09 2010

Consider these the pugs’ vlogs.

I feel like I’ve been a little pug-heavy lately, but I can’t help it… they’re so photogenic (and… videogenic?)

Fellow pug-lover Christiana (aka Ms D’orsay on Weddingbee) tweeted this to me today:

So, lucky for you all, I decided to oblige and video them! Since today was the perfect opportunity.

B and I had lunch with his amazing Aunt and Uncle. And then I requested to go to Trader Joe’s. B convinced me to stop home first because he had some stuff to do. I said: “After doing what you need to do, you are going to sit on the recliner, have a pug in your lap, and magically fall under their spell into a deep sleep.” He promised that this scenario would never happen.

I bet you can guess what happened?

So without further adieu, the pug videos:

Here’s Harley, chewin’ on his alligator!

And Sophie and Dixie, being weird:

I’m still waiting on Trader Joe’s. Updates to follow.