Professor Molly McGoo, Ph.D.

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Last night I finally sat down in front of Cali’s kennel, and cleaned everything out. I found her favorite chew toy (a red Kong) along with several leashes she’d chewed through. I also found what we dubbed “The Scary Collar,” which we had to use to keep her from breaking our arms off. She actually did break Trent’s Mom’s finger before the use of the “Scary Collar” was required when walking Cali.

I found her old vet bills and information. I found her forms from her first check-up, when we couldn’t get her to eat dry food. We had to get this damn prescription food that cost 20 bucks a pop! We did it though. She was our baby. Our first real responsibility. And though she had too much energy and was never really good at that “come” command, she loved us. And we adored her.

Today we adopted the newest addition to this Peters/Spooner Project. She’s a 1-year-old Rott-mix named Molly. Technically it’s Professor Molly McGoo, Ph.D., but she’s Molly to those who know her. She’s the exact opposite of Cali. She’s super-mellow, almost to the point of laziness. She never pulls on the leash. When a bird or squirrel flies by, she just gives it a passing glance. Actually, I probably shouldn’t say all of this, since we’ve only had her for 4 hours and I’m sure she’ll be much different in a few days.

I will always love and miss Cali. But the time has come to move on. Closure is a good thing. And so are new beginnings.

Papparazzi

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I’ve had a few requests for more pictures and less jibber jabber on this site. Apparently I’m neither witty nor humorous. Or maybe people are just Paris Hilton whores who like to see pics of themselves online. So here are a few more pics to tide you all over. Of course, non really have people in them. But plants! And food! Ohh..ahhh….

My Herb Garden Pre-Death

Sadly, these beauties are no longer with us…

Bruchetta from the Italian cooking bonanza (honestly, I didn’t have much to do with them, but I thought they were yummy looking).

My Contribution to the Italian Cooking Party. Cheese and meats. Organized on a dish. Notice how its not very attractive. That was my special touch.

Stuffed Peppers alla Maria Pia, the greatest cook alive!

Rabbit ears on our TV because we refuse to pay for cable. Doesn’t it look snazzy with all the high tech sound equipment. I thought Trent was going to cry. I’m evil. I know.

OK, and for anyone who had the patience to look through all of these, I’ve uploaded some more Italy pics. Click here if you want to check it out. If not, I suppose I can deal with that.

Happy Birthday Abbs!

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Yes, I know today isn’t actually Abbie’s birthday, but today is the day of celebration, so I thought it’d be a good day to write about her. Now what can I say that will explain the vast, complicated creature that is one of my best friends? Well, she has a knack for telling bad jokes, she sings whether or not it is requested and she enjoys talking about her boobs, her ass and any “zits” she may have (the random quotes are to indicate her idea of a zit is a freckle, which is entirely annoying to those of us who do have HUGE volcanos on our faces). She has a pup that pees on her daily, she’s always sick and she is TOTALLY the man of the house (sorry Luke, but you know she’s the boss).

I can’t adequately describe her in words…but I can embarrass her in pictures.

Happy Birthday Abbs! Have fun being old!

Moving and Vaginas

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I used to think I had quite a sense of style. All of my apartments were cute, clothes weren’t hidious and I’ve only had 1 REALLY BAD haircut (holy crap, that was bad). Now I’m learning that I am not a good decorator. It’s very frustrating. I’m turning back into the succubus. That is NOT a good thing.

On a lighter note, my sand volleyball team is now a stunning 0-12. Apparently no other team’s members read this page and have seen my pleas for mercy. After another spectacular loss, some ladies on our team decided to create some sand sculptures. I made a fish….they did not…

Yes, vaginas. This is what happens when you lose 12 games in a row. You create sand vaginas.

True

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When I started this site last May, it was supposed to be a link for me from Italy. I had just finished my last semester at KU and was heading off for a summer abroad. Now, if you go back and look at the posts from this time, you can see how the site was used. Kind of an easier than e-mailing type of communication. All the posts are written more like letters than most blogs, and almost all are so full of cheese you can smell the Velveta coming off your monitor. Ah, well. The former life of my site.

After I returned from Italy, my amount of viewers dropped dramatically. Partly because I was now around the people who wrote on this daily and partly because I felt like I had nothing to say. No more exciting stories. So the site became a way for me to share my photos from Italy with those who were there with me.

After the re-design, I removed most of these pics. But now, because of popular demand, the pictures will return. I just have to reload them all. So, “crap stain,” be patient, and you will soon see photos.

Click here for my uploading progress so far.

And now my site is going to be an outlet for me to say whatever I want. My strong political beliefs and convictions will finally be heard by the world. Or I could just talk about poop. And work. And my drunk friends. And my new dog (**hint**). And I can work out my foul mouth. Shit! Oh, that feels much better.

Stay tuned!

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