Monthly Archives: January 2013

Monday’s with Murphy – What is this Thing Called Memory?

Murphy again.  Sorry I didn’t post last week.  Mom had this thing called “work.”  I don’t know much about it, but I do not like it.  Since I don’t have thumbs, I cannot post without her help.

Anyway, Mom has been telling people lately that I have no short term memory. I don’t even know what this memory thing is.  But when she says it she usually laughs and then hugs me or gives me a head scratch so it must be a good thing.

This all started with my begging, er asking, to go outside.  I spend a lot of time looking out the side door, or side window. or front window, or front door (whatever, I can look outside) longingly.  Mom laughs at me, because I always just went outside.  She says it is even funnier in winter because I hate the cold and the snow, but I still stare out the door until mom lets me out.  As soon as I go outside and remember that it is cold and wet and icky, I beg (definitely beg this time) to go back inside.  About twenty minutes later, we repeat.  I didn’t know this was a memory thing.  I think it is just a wishful thinking thing.  Who knows, it could all of a sudden be summer out there.

The other day she started laughing at me again – why is Mom always laughing at me?  I think it has to do with the treats.  You see, I only get treats when I go in my crate or when I am working on my tricks.  Well as soon as Dad gets the treat out, this is what happens:

  • Murphy – First ten seconds: “Rawhide! Rawhide! Wohooo!!! Yes, Best Day Ever!!!” And then I start running to my crate because that is where I get my treats.
  • Murphy – Second ten seconds: “Awesome! Am I really getting a treat!! Could this day get any better!!” Run faster to the crate.
  • Murphy – Third ten seconds: “Sh**t, crate.  I only get treats in my crate.  That means the people are leaving.  How did this happen again???”  Begin tentative pause outside of crate.
  • Murphy – Fourth ten seconds: “Oh well, I really want that Rawhide.” Enter crate.

Its not my fault I have no memory. Memory is for humans.  All I need is cuteness.  Or at least that is what Mom says!

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Wedding Debate – To Duet or Not to Duet

Newsflash – Ryan and I will be singing a duet at the wedding.  Or not.

Actually, what I am talking about is serving a “duet” for dinner.  Instead of giving people only one option, or asking people to RSVP with their menu choice, I am considering serving everyone chicken and beef on one plate – something that is apparently referred to as a “duet.”

Who knew there was all of this random wedding terminology. Speaking of random terminology, I was recently introduced to a bubble veil and my Dad asked me this morning if I intended to wear a buster (he meant a blusher).  If you are curious, I intend to wear neither.  The bubble veil reminds me of a funny cardigan that starts at your head instead of your shoulders, and   I am obsessed with getting a birdcage, so that means no blusher.

Okay, back to the point. I need to decide what to serve people.  I am opposed to asking people to respond with their choice, because then I have to keep track of it, and make individual namecards denoting people’s choices.  But I do want to offer choices.  So, I suggested a duet.  Ryan is not sold. So, blogosphere, I ask, to duet or not to duet ?  That is the question.

 

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Girl’s Night – The Recipes

If you are looking for the recipes that led to these mouth-watering pictures, look no further than other people’s blogs!!!

I finally got around to making some of the recipes on my need to try list!!!  Here are some of the recipes:

We tweaked each of the recipes a little.  I just cannot help myself when it comes to cooking.  No drastic changes. All in all, every recipe was delicious.  Ryan is currently obsessed with the Butterscotch Bacon Cookies.  I asked him if he thought they needed more bacon, an he said NO!!!!  Who are you and what have you done with my honey????  He then went on to eat three cookies in one sitting.  Oh okay, there is the Ryan that I know and love.

For the other recipes, we made them up! Who is surprised by that!  I will post the Cinnamon Glazed Almonds this weekend.  I am planning to make  spicy version this weekend, so I will post both recipes at the same time.

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In Sickness And In Health, But Not in Cough

Without the prospect of a football game this weekend (at least a football game that will require me to make a themed meal, as Ryan has assured me that there are still football games on TV and that we will still be watching them), I am left at a loss as to what to blog about (besides Murphy of course).

 

 

I suppose I can blog about wedding planning.  I could also blog about my obsession with the wedding budget (I know, its weird, but one of my favorite wedding planning activities thus far has been creating and maintaining the budget.  Some people really know how to live – I am not one of them.)  I have a feeling the blogosphere does not share my fascination with budgets, so I will pass on that front.

 

In other news, we have been meeting with a priest to go over some of the initial planning.  During the process, I was reminded of the vows we will eventually have to make.  In particular, “in sickness and in health.”

Why was I reminded of this you ask? Because I have been sick for the last month or so.  Nothing huge, just a head cold.  Anyway, during one of my coughing spurts, Ryan looked at me, with a serious expression and said, “Your cough is really annoying.”  I retorted, so much for our vows being “in sickness and in health.”  He then offered to make me a cup of tea with honey.

I have a feeling that our vows may be amended to “in sickness and in health, but I reserve the right to tell you that you are being an annoying sick person.”  (I should mention that I am rather pathetic when I am sick, and by rather pathetic, I mean extremely pathetic).  Murphy just stared at me wondering why I was making such a ruckus and not paying attention to him/giving him a treat.  Boys, you can’t live with them, you cannot live without them.

 

I should also add that Murphy’s typical way of handling my coughing is to lay on my chest and lick my chin while I am coughing.  I think he is trying to comfort me the only way he knows how, but having a sixty-five pound dog lay on your chest when you are coughing is not exactly helpful.

The moral of the story is that my boys mean well.  But then tonight Ryan brought me clear soda (another thing I need when I am sick) without my even asking.  Maybe the moral of the story is that with training there is hope :).

 

 

 

 

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Mondays with Murphy – Party Trick Time

Hedooo!  Murphy again! Today I want to show you all one of my favorite tricks – it is called big dog, small laundry basket.

Here are the steps:

Step 1: Positive attitude, as evidenced by a BIG smile

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Step 3: Look adorable/pathetic (key word pathetic)

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Step 3: Tuck in nose to ensure nose stays warm

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p.s. You may be wondering why my mom has never posted any pictures of me in the snow.  Well, don’t hold your breath.  These paws do not like the snow.  I am a summer dog, and this snow/ice thing is not cool.  In fact, this past weekend, I put one paw outside and was rudely snowed on so I went right back inside.

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Identity Crisis

As I nestled in bed last night, I floated off to sleep with one happy thought in my mind  . . . . I have a boyfriend again.  That evil *itch, football, has finally relinquished her control.

However, when I awoke I realized that all was not well.  For one, I don’t have a boyfriend, I have a fiance.  That is such a funny word.  You know what is also a funny word – esposa.  It is Spanish for both wife and handcuff.  A fun fact that I occasionally remind Ryan of.  To be fair, on our first date he told me that he had a Free Bird tattoo to remind him to never be tied down.

Back to the point.  The other problem was that Ryan came home from man-weekend and turned on . . . football.  What??? I thought with the Packers out, we would do other things on Sunday, like anything, other than watching football.  I mean Fantasty Football is even over (I think, I honestly  I don’t know – I often find it better not to ask about football related items, because it is mistaken for actual interest and well, that never ends well).  This part I can survive, we will eventually get to the end of the football season.  I am just un-fianced (as opposed to un-boyfriended) for a little while longer.

But this brings me to a bigger problem – what to do with my blog.  It is in fact entitled tuesdaynightboyfriend and centers around cooking food for football games.  I no longer have a boyfriend and soon there will be no more football games.  What is a girl to do?  More importantly, what is Murphy to do?

I suppose we will continue to blog – mostly about food and Murphy (and all the questionable things Ryan says, he is a man after all). Hopefully you will continue to read.

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Girl’s Night – The Pictures

What happens when you mix four girls, a full fridge, and a couple of bottles of wine . . .

Appetizers:

Cinnamon Glazed Almonds

Cinnamon Glazed Almonds

Queso

Queso

Soft Pretzels

Soft Pretzels

Main Course:

Spinach and Goat Cheese Bisque

Spinach and Goat Cheese Bisque

Spinach Stuffed Mushrooms and Maple Balsamic Pork Tenderloin

Spinach Stuffed Mushrooms and Maple Balsamic Pork Tenderloin

Dessert:

Bacon Butterscotch Cookies

Bacon Butterscotch Cookies

Recipes to Follow!!

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A Manly Football Care Package

Ryan left, again.

Apparently the code of manhood, i.e., fantasy football, requires that the man species to leave the home and congregate with other man species on the divisional playoff weekend, drink beer, eat food, and grunt.  Estrogen not allowed.   So off Ryan went, yet again, to pay homage to the gods of football by drinking cheap beer and overeating.  I am sure they are engaging in high level conversation that is appropriately punctuated with burps/grunts and the occasional profanity.

I decided to be a good girlfriend and send him with an appropriate manly care package – extra-meaty chili and cookies (someone else was brining the beer).

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I decided to make a girls weekend out of it, by ticking off some of the recipes I had on my list of Recipes I Need to Try as well as some other new recipes.  Here is what we are making:

  • Cinnamon Glazed Almonds
  • Pretzels with Queso
  • Pizza with Arugla Pesto, Goat Cheese, and Sundried Tomatoes
  • Spinach and Goat Cheese Bisque
  • Stuffed Portobello Mushrooms
  • Maple Balsamic Crusted Pork Tenderloin
  • Butterscotch Bacon Cookies

Pictures to Come!!

Oh, and off course this will all be served with wine.  And for desert, Chocolate Wine with Cherry Bounce.  We are definitely the more evolved species.

Murphy has a love-hate relationship with cooking.  He loves the smells, and he loves that  cooking means snacks as the occasional item falls to the floor.  But cooking also means no one pays attention to him because everyone is busy cooking.  It is so hard to be Murphy:

It is so hard to be me.

It is so hard to be me.

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Sooooo Concerned

This is Murphy’s concerned faced. What is he concerned about? You would think it was something serious. Oh it is, very, very serious in fact.

You see, I am eating pepperoni pizza. Murphy loves pizza, especially pepperoni. When he is good, he sometimes gets a bite of the crust. When he is bad, he steals a quarter of day old pizza off the counter that we forgot to throw away. Anyway, that concerned expression is all about the pizza. This is Murphy’s “Are you going to eat all of that pizza or are you saving some for me” face.

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Do Not Add Pepper When Angry

Be Scared, Be Very Scared

Pepper, the Evil, Evil Culprit!!  Be Scared, Be Very Scared

Last night Ryan and I got into a fight.  I know, you are amazed that Ryan and I fight.  You thought we were perfect.  Sorry to shatter your fantasy.  The truth is that I am perfect/right 99.9% of the time.  The other 0.01% of the time the world schemes against me to let Ryan win.  Or at least that is what I like to think.  I could be wrong, but that is not important, so let’s put that aside for now :).

Well, anyway, I learned my lesson about cooking while arguing.  Just don’t do it.  Especially if pepper is involved.  Dinner was nearly inedible.  So inedible that I think even Murphy probably would not have eaten it, and he eats everything (literally, I mean everything – he has been known to attempt to eat rocks).

Apparently, in the heat of debate I became overzealous with the pepper. I was probably shaking the pepper to punctuate all of my points. Then I probably forgot that I had been adding pepper for the entirety of one portion of the argument, and returned to adding pepper as soon as I finished another point of my argument.  It was a pepperaster (get it – pepper disaster – yeah, I know, not that cool).

And yet, Ryan still ate every last bite of it, and then thanked me for making him dinner anyways.  Isn’t he sweet.  Maybe I shouldn’t fight with him.

To say thank you, I made him brinner tonight (that is breakfast for dinner in case you are wondering – much cooler than pepperaster).  Well, it was partially a thank you, and partially because I had planned on leftovers for dinner tonight and that was not happening. Anyway,  I made scrambled eggs, fried potatoes (his favorite), and sauteed green beans.  Who doesn’t love brinner!!

 Looks much better, yes?

Yummmmmmmm, Brinner!

Yummmmmmmm, Brinner!

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