Thursday, August 23, 2012
Let's Go to the Doggy Beach, Each, Let's Go Get a Wave
Speaking of hodge-podge, random picture posts, that's actually what I'm doing today (hip hip hurray!) Over the weekend, Hubs and I took Diezel to the doggy beach here and he learned to swim. Absolutely adorable! Diezel is such a little rascal - it was like over stimulation times fifty billion when we finally got to the beach. Not only were there dozens and dozens of dogs, but there was also the water...something he had never been in or seen before (with the exception of baths, rain, and playing in the sprinkler). With my recent Instagram kick, I just had to take pictures of his little doggy self swimming in the bay.
Headed to the doggy beach! Diezel hates car rides for some reason...he whined the entire way. I was about ready to pull my hair out.
Swimming to daddy!
He was dead tired on the drive home...it was quiet and peaceful :)
Like I said, MONDAY morning. I need my freaking coffee. My techie/research/technology-dependent self instinctively did what any technology age nerd would do: I Googled it. Ol' Google informed me that cowboys used to make coffee by boiling the grounds in a pot of water over a fire. Obviously I wasn't about to start a fire, but I figured why not try to boil it on the stove? Seemed logical right? Then I remembered the grounds. I didn't think I would be able to handle glugging down the gritty grounds, but it had been at least an hour and a half since I woke up and no one was pulling the wool over my eyes: I would out smart those stinky coffee grounds with my ingenius creation:
Yah, take that gritty grounds! I ain't no dummie!
But the coffee (and the grounds) had the last laugh as the appearance of my "coffee" began to turn a sludgy, muddy, mucky, dingey brown stew. Things weren't looking too good at this point.
Coffee anyone? Did you spot the ground son the sides and the floaters? Ick!
After attempting to strain out the grounds with my above-shown ungenius idea (do I even need to say that it didn't work?), I figured that ladling the coffee out and into my cup would just be easier. So I did. And the coffee tasted like dirty water. Not even a slight hint-o-coffee was present. It was a coffeeless morning for this chick. It wasn't until around 3 p.m. that I finally figured out how to fix my coffee maker. Bet your bottom I made and drank an entire pot of coffee regardless of the time!