Monday, March 31, 2008

Picture of my dogs eating

It's raining here, so I had to feed the dogs inside. When he saw me coming with their bowl, Logan requested that he, too, be given a serving of dry food. I told him goldfish crackers would have to suffice. Hopefully, he won't take a liking to Ol' Roy anytime soon. Then again, it might cut down on our grocery bill.

Monday, March 24, 2008

Hope your Easter was a gas...


This is the coveted fart machine, which was brought a day late by the Easter Bunny (darned ebay sellers). Logan's so proud of this gadget that he's got it in the bed next to him tonight. Earlier, he gave Grandma an over-the-phone demonstration of the various toots it produces. Somehow, I doubt he convinced her to rush out and get one for herself.
For my dad, holidays offer a chance for some quality time with his granddogs. And the fun doesn't have to stop there; hospital waiting rooms are ripe with possibilities for family bonding while waiting for the doc to sew up those nasty dog bites. Especially if we bring the fart machine along!

Saturday, March 15, 2008

Easter bunny pandemonium

We went to see the Easter bunny today and I had high hopes that we'd emerge with a photo of Logan sitting on its lap. No such luck.

When we got there, Logan sucked his thumb, whined and shook his head vigorously when I asked him if he wanted to sit with the bunny. Several others picked up on his cue, and before I knew it, kids all around us were wailing.

Finally, I told him the bunny wouldn't bring a fart machine for his Easter basket (yes, that's really what he's getting) if he didn't at least touch its fur so I could take a picture. Here's the end result:

"I'm not getting any closer than this, Mom."

Thursday, March 6, 2008

Drink up!

I have a lot of strange quirks, but I've been told there's one that takes the cake. And it's definitely not carrot cake.

I don't eat any fruits or vegetables. Never have, and at age 35, it's probably safe to assume that I never will.

Each time this comes up in a conversation, people always ask a predictable round of questions. What about strawberries? Don't you at least like oranges? Grapes? How about green beans?

Nope, not a one.

When I was little, my mother took me to the doctor to ask how to resolve this problem. Not to worry; just keep putting the fruits and veggies on her plate and eventually she'll eat them, the doctor said.

Mom said not so long ago that she'd like to find that doctor now and ask him just when she should expect this ability to kick in.

For most of my life, this has bothered my parents a lot more than it has me. But I've paid it a little more mind in recent years and have been intent on finding a solution. After all, cancer probably isn't the most enjoyable way to go. So several months ago after watching an extra-persuasive infomercial, I bought a juicer.

Every morning, I juice up a mixture that's not too pretty but is probably a better option than my old standby of coffee and Chips Ahoy. This drink is definitely an acquired taste; it's made up of spinach, cucumber, celery, parsley, ginger root, apple and lemon. And it looks like...sludge? seaweed? pond scum? I don't know. You be the judge.



Lisa's green drink


Some have asked how I can stand to drink the stuff if I won't eat the ingredients in it. Beats me. I think it's more of a texture issue than anything else.


My juicer is really neat. It shoots the fruit and vegetable pulp into a separate compartment while the juice pours out of a spout. At first, I felt wasteful just throwing that pulp in the trash each time I made a drink - a Donaghue characteristic, I think. Eventually, I came up with another use for it: Dog food additive.

Augie and Tilly's dog food


I can't say my dogs are thrilled at the new ingredients I've incorporated into their meals, but their fur definitely looks better since they've been eating it. Sometimes, I mix in some mac & cheese or leftover meat to get them to polish it off. But it still seems like they give me a dirty look before they dig in.

"Man, not this stuff again," Augie says.