RIP Lucky...and Martha rocks that yellow dress...

Today was supposed to be a good day. I was off from work, I could sleep in, and everything would just be great. Wrong. First of all, I slept wrong I guess and my shoulder hurts, and well my mother breaks the news that my grandmother's dog Lucky passed away this morning. SADNESS. This dog has been around more than half of my life. I was six or seven when my grandmother got Lucky. He could be a real pain in the ass sometimes but deep down he was a real softy. In some ways he reminded me so much like my grandfather Bob. They could both be stubborn as hell, but at the end of the day just as loving as can be. Even though I'm crazy sad, I knew this was coming, I just hated to think about it. Poor Lucky, could barely get around, and well he didn't get the nickname "Old Man" for being hyper. He still has his spunk in the end, and would try is hardest to escape from the kitchen. I'm so thankful that he died peacefully in the little house Bob made for him years ago, so fitting.

Somewhere up in that place we call Heaven, Bob's drinking a big old cup of coffee, and he's reading the newspaper. If Lucky's up to his usual antics he's pulling on Bob's pant leg, bugging him to let him outside. Bob's gonna look down at his ankle's and he's gonna say, "Damnit Lucky." Memories. They're all you got, so you better start remembering.

Okay so there I go putting a downer on your day.

Oh I can totally make up for this. I cooked today. Yes, I decided for some odd reason that I would try this homemaker thing that everyone thinks is so cool, and cook. What I was thinking I have no clue? I can't go wrong with chicken and rice, right? Okay so my mother asked me to cook, because she was running my Nanny around town, but still, I cooked. And it turned out okay. I think everyone was telling me it was good to try and reinforce something. I think they think that if they say what an awesome job that I did, I'll want to cook more. Hah! They've got another thing coming. I can cook good I guess, it's just that I don't like too. I would rather someone cook it for me. Doesn't everyone? I mean it must suck to be a chef. Cooking all this good food for everyone else, and you can't even touch it. Who cooks for Emeril? The poor guy I guess is this amazing chef, and I bet everything he eats sucks, just because he's Emeril and he thinks he's the best there is. I would feel like such an idiot cooking for Emeril.

Or Martha Stewart. It's like me making Martha a scarf, and being proud of it. It just wouldn't happen. And plus that woman just amazes me. How can someone who looks so plain be so creative? I can just sit and watch her show, and be so amazed. She's the only woman that could ever inspire me enough to want to make a cat scarf. It was the cutest thing, and I so wanted to make one, well until I turned off the TV, and the spell was broken, and I was back to my lazy self. She must be pulling an Alex North, and hypnotizing us all into wanting to make her shit. I mean I know everyone wants to make Hors d'Oeuvres with Martha Stewart. Who wouldn't? More like watch her do it. She's one amazing broad I tell ya...who else could pull off that hideous yellow dress? I have one, I just can't work up the courage...