Eat, Beagle, Eat!

Breakfast:

• Bread chunks soaked in milk?  No
• Dog food?  Hell no.

2pm when Bunny Gets Home:

• Bread chunks soaked in milk?  Yes, please.
• Banana?  Um, okaaay, I guess.
• Tuna salad that fell out of Bunny's sandwich?  Yes, oh God yes!
• Teeny chunk of cheese?  Meh.  

Suppertime:

• Dog food in the dog dish?  No way.
• Cucumber chunks from the salad Bunny is making?  Yum.
• Dog food from Mr. D's hand?  Mmmmmmaybe, but only a little.
• Bell pepper chunks from the salad Bunny is making?  Chew chew, spit it out.
• Lettuce from the salad Bunny is making?  Lettuce!  AWESOME!  Chew chew.  Wait. I hate lettuce.  Why do you keep giving me lettuce?  Spit it out.
• Broccoli bits off Bunny's plate?  Yum.
• Bits of ham off Bunny's plate?  Yum.
• Cooked carrots from the special supper plate of people food Bunny made just for beagles?  Yay!  Yum.
• Bits of ham from the special supper plate of people food Bunny made just for beagles?   Ecstasy!
• Cooked carrots from the special supper plate of people food Bunny made just for beagles offered after the beagle realizes that there is ham?  Ptooey.  Where's the ham?
• Broccoli bits from the special supper plate of people food Bunny made just for beagles offered after the beagle realizes that there is ham?  Sniff, sniff.  That is NOT ham.  *rejects*
• Bits of ham from the special supper plate of people food Bunny made just for beagles?  *Snoopy dance*
• Cold boiled potato from the special supper plate of people food Bunny made just for beagles offered after the beagle realizes that there is ham?  BRING ME THE HAM, WOMAN!  
• Cucumber chunks offered after the ham is gone?  bleck
• Cold boiled potato mixed with a little milk and the scrapings of ham bits from the serving platter?  Yes, but I'm leaving behind the bits of potato that are still solid.

Old Lady Post: Lost Boys in the Middle East

Originally posted on January 12, 2012


Um, yeah.  So it turns out that there is such a thing a a post that's too large.  I was surprised to discover this given some of the monstrously oversized Inter posts we have seen in past days, but there it is.  That means the end of the last post now gets to be its own post.

OK, then, let's get in the way-back machine and head back to December. Let's join the boys in training, shall we?



I was going to say that maybe I can back off Defcom Golf because I could look at Pepe without wanting to punch him, but now I see that he's twiddling his facial hair like a cartoon villain.  Safety first.  We remain at Defcom Golf.

Old Lady Post: Lecce

Originally posted on January 12, 2012

So I'm sure you all know by now that the suits brought in another striker.



I wish I could get on board with this, but I keep circling back to the thought that it is well and truly over for Loooca and Vincenzo now.  We all love football, but we come to this comm because we all have at least some non-football reasons for loving football.  Urge to love Borriello at war with urge to keep Loooca and Vince.  All this conflict is going to make my head explode.

Quick Beagle Update

1.  Lest anyone think Tiki has been forgotten, I'll have you know that I felt his beady eyes on the back of my neck a while ago.  He was standing in a sunny spot on the floor, just north of a comfy dog bed that was NOT in the sun spot.  He used his Beagle Mind Powers to get me to get up and check on him and then move the dog bed into the sun for him, where he is currently all hunkered down and napping happily.

2.  Kirby started chemo on Monday.  Once every two weeks for about 5 months.  We expect he's got about 9-10 months.  He's refusing to eat dog food, but he was quite pleased with the chicken and rice I cooked for him last night.  No thanks on the sweet potatoes, which he's liked before.  He hasn't lost his appetite, he's just being a pain in the ass.  He probably overheard the oncologist telling us to feed him whatever he'll eat that won't blow out his gall bladder (that means an all ice-cream diet plan is out), and he's going to hold out for better fare.  Willful creature.  *sigh*

In Which Dirtbunny's Principles Turn Out to Be Fairly Bendy

Originally posted on December 15, 2012

1.  It's no secret:  I have diabetes and I am on insulin.  I have some that I carry back and forth to work, but I keep it in a mini-fridge under my desk and sometimes I forget to bring it home.  Like yesterday.
2.  Missing a shot or two is not always a big deal, but sometimes it can make me feel really sick.
3.  When I realized I had forgotten to bring it home last night at about 8pm, Mr. D offered to drive me into the city to retrieve it.  I wanted desperately to go to sleep, so I took a pass and decided to wait it out.
4.  At midnight, I woke up burning up, agitated, twitchy, trembly, and freaked out by nightmares.  I have miscalculated.  The missed injections have made me sick.  I have to go in to retrieve the insulin.  No problem.  I'll just do it.
5.  Problem.  Mr. D is still up and he offers to drive me in.  I should turn him down, but I don't.  He drives me in.  He tells me gently that he's irked that we didn't take care of this 4 hours earlier when he offered before.  He's right, of course.
6.  The whole transaction takes about 45 minutes and all is well.
7.  This morning, I'm feeling appreciative, so I offer to make Mr. D whatever he wants for dinner.
8.  I should have seen this coming.  He wants meatballs and rigatoni, his absolute favorite.
9.  I've been experimenting with veganism this fall.  I haven't cooked meat in months (except to make Kirby dinner, but that's another drama.)  After beating myself up for a while, I decided to give up on being a vegan until after the holidays.  I'm a pretty serious cook.  I can adapt to no eggs and no meat, but dairy butter plays a big part in baking.  Especially holiday baking, in which I might go through 7-8 pounds of butter making breads and sweets.  I did not adjust to non-dairy butter in time to forgo dairy butter, but I can try again later when traditional butter/sugar bombs are less of an obsession.
10.  Despite the vegan thing, and lately, the vegetarian thing, I turn out to have no misgivings at all about making meatballs.  Ground mix with beef, pork, and veal?  No problem.
11.  However, while at the market, I read all the labels on the granola, and I buy the one that's vegan.  The only thing that keeps granola from being vegan is honey and I'm not convinced so far that exploiting honeybees is the moral equivalent of exploiting cows.
12.  I come home with about 4 pounds of fresh ricotta, because they haven't had any for a while and now I can make a cheesecake, lots of parmesan, butter, eggs, cream, Ghirardelli products that contain milk solids, gelatin (which I haven't bought in years because the thought of where it comes from disgusts me so much), a pound and a half of mascarpone, a mini-ham, ice cream, and a bunch of different holiday candy things that contain God-knows-what.  And other stuff too.  But, and this is important, I bought vegan granola.

Veal? Yes.  Gelatin?  Absolutely.  Something like 8 pounds of cheese?  You better believe it.

But vegan granola.

Old Lady Post: Not Losing in December

Originally published on January 9, 2012

Il Mister is grateful that his hair plugs turned out well.

We're slowly getting caught up here.   Here are the salient facts: The Zebes have yet to lose, they got an ugly win against Lecce yesterday, and they haven't offloaded Amauri yet.  Before I get to any of that, though, I hope your enjoy another "best of"-style half-assed Tardy!spam recapping the last three matches of December.

A Day of Dirtbunny

Originally posted on January 10, 2012



5:45 am:  Alarm goes off.  Hit snooze.
5:52 am:  Alarm goes off.  Hit snooze
5:59 am:  Alarm goes off.  OK, OK, I'm up.  Go get Mac to see if anyone commented on yesterday's post.   No.  Look for transfer news, read a little real world news, decide Newt Gingrich is still a dick.  Mr. D comes in with my coffee, then he gets in bed and starts snoring.  Drink coffee.  Play one sudoku.  Decide not to play another because I'm about five minutes behind and I don't want to aggravate the beast within Mr. D.

Get in shower.  Contemplate speeding things up by not conditioning hair, but opt in favor of conditioner.  This turns out to be a wise decision.

Brush teeth.  Examine eyebrow.  Where is are my tweezers?  Mr. D has borrowed it to remove glass shards from the washing machine (don't ask) because he forgets we have needle-nose pliers for that.  Summing up:  he borrows it/them for an illicit purpose and then he doesn't return it/them.  Wash it/them carefully with alcohol and tend to eyebrow.

Start getting dressed.  What am I going to wear?  Put yesterday's dirty stuff in hamper.  What am I going to wear?  Can't put on pants until I've put lotion on my legs, and shouldn't really do that without doing my feet as well, and if I'm going to do my feet, which I really must, I'll want to put socks on immediately, so need to choose some socks before I can start any of this.  Before I can choose socks, I need to know what else I am going to wear so I can, you know, match, sort of.

What Dirtbunny has been obsessing about this week

ISSUE NUMBER ONE:  SPECIAL SWEETHEART

Hey!  That's the same color nail polish that I have on now! OMG.  I haven't gotten my nails done since before Christmas. *sends Mr. D out to clear an ice-free path to the car.*

Old Lady Post: Seahorses and Napolitani

Originally posted on December 31, 2011



To pick up where we left off, it was time finally to visit the San Paolo.  Giornata 11 had been postponed because Tio Aurelio is soooooo afraid of the mighty mighty zebras that he conspired with God to make it rain so the match could not be played on November 6.  Or something like that.  I didn't pay much attention to the silly theories.  I don't read the Napoli press, but I imagine they were saying similar things about Agnelli and his evil minions.  Napoli is having an odd season.  They're performing
wonderfully in Europe but underachieving in league play.




On the other hand, Juventus was unbeaten and that surely cannot last.  They have to crash at some point and the San Paolo is kind of a scary place to play, so it seemed likely that this would be a nail-biter.  And it was.

Old Lady Post: Pinks and Laziale

Originally posted on December 30, 2011

Gee.  I wonder what the 29s are for? *smirk*


I have to wonder how many of you are still out there.  Spams have been slow in coming, I know, but I thought maybe I'd finish the year with some make-up spams and see if I can bring everyone up to date before the winter mercato starts bringing us actual facts instead of crazy rumors.

Buon Natale da Juve

Originally posted on December 20, 2011


As Martha and Inter have so aptly demonstrated, football suits of all varieties, through their evil PR minions, will never tire of forcing their players to sacrifice whatever tiny amount of dignity they might have by doing stupid things that may or may not help sell more t-shirts.  Juventus is no exception.  Here is their Christmas message, in two parts.

Now before you click, think about what you are about to see.  There will be some awkwardness, obviously.  Some bad singing, natch.  Some people who are just so damn happy to be allowed to represent for the zebes in public that they are about to burst.  Some people who clearly have contracts exempting the from this sort of shit.  Some language-impaired people.  Some disturbingly enthusiastic people.  Some grumpusses.  And one super-classy guy who perfectly finds the sweet spot where he can be a good sport without being a tool. 

I'm sure you won't be surprised by who turns out to be the biggest goober.






No!  I WON'T do an lj-cut!





&hearts to one and all


P.S.  There are renewed rumors about Martin Caceres coming back.  It's probably bullshit, but maybe it could happen if we all ask Santa.

P.P.S. Every time I play the one with Mirko, my beagle Tiki growls.

Claudio Marchisio: Your Tuesday Afternoon Snack

Originally posted on November 22, 2011



Pathetic, I know, but if I put the big photo above the cut, the mods will spank me for ruining the format or whatever.





You're welcome, my dears. Now no one tell me how Napoli did against City until 9pm EST.

Old Lady Post: Interspam--Still Gloating

Originally posted on November 7, 2011



Inter 1:2 Juventus


You all know by now that Sunday's match against Napoli was rained out and has purportedly been rescheduled for December 14.  Thus, no Napspam and also a de facto extension of time for Dirtbunny to post an Inter spam.  Lucky lucky me!


WOOT!  WE BEAT INTER!



Let's not even bother with the whole "Inter isn't really Inter right now bit."  I'd rather beat Inter when Inter is at the top of their form, but matches happen when they happen and right now, Inter is what it is  and Juventus beat them.  At the San Siro.  Maybe it can't last.  Surely the other shoe will drop soon enough.  For now, though, Juventus is still unbeaten in Serie A.




Holy crap.  Even Milos looks half-decent in a suit, if you disregard the hair.

Old Lady Post: Alespam

Originally published on October 28, 2011

Juventus 2 : 2 Genoa
Juventus 2 : 1 Fiorentina

Four days, two matches, four points.  Not so bad, and it gives the worldwide Juventini contingent something else to think about.  It's still not OK, OK?  Life, however, goes on.  So:


Welcome back, bb, and thanks for bringing those eyelashes with you.

Before the jump, I have something I want to say.  I'm Juventina.  I didn't come about it by rational decision-making.  It just happened.  Also, I'm a known Inter-hater, tho I hope a fairly kindly and gentle one.  I didn't know I was supposed to hate Inter.  I came about it naturally and honestly.  Now:  The Big Match is tomorrow, and the Juve fansites, all full of the Viola win and Matri magic, are talking smack. I imagine the Inter ones are too, but whyever would I go there to find out?   OK, rivalries are fun and all that.  However, I am not down with calling Inter "Merda."  That, for me, is too much.  Just please don't ask me about Chelsea, OK?    /lecture

Old Lady Post: Lost Boys of Juventus

In which Simone Loria graduates from pathetic joke to Dirtbunny's Enemies List.

It has become dead obvious that Conte cares much more about winning not losing than he does about squad rotation.  While this approach has worked wonders for the Zebes' position in the table, it also means that we rarely get a glimpse of anyone on the B team.  I don't know about you, but I've been missing certain senior citizens, babies, invalids, and outcasts.  Let's take a peek at what they've been doing,