Thursday, November 6, 2008
16 bryant just got so much better!
with the advent of izzie "wizzie" izabelle schaffnit-zeigler (back in july) and the three most awesome boys ever moving downstairs (brian, will and dylan)! armed with our new dvd projector for cold winter nights, fun times are ahead.
Thursday, April 17, 2008
16 bryant needs a new broom.
there is truth in the title. though this post will not be about brooms that matt has had since college. instead it will tell the tale of the last few days, concerning roxie pup. early monday morning, luke left for work and pete decided to stay home. shortly after luke left for work, pete and i, laura, discovered a huge bulbous tick on the back of roxie's neck. i pinched said tick in a paper towel and ripped it off her, it's head making a pop noise as it was torn from the body. now is when i decided to give roxie her monthly dose of flea and tick goo. pete and i then took a trip to the local salv, will came over, and i left for work. upon leaving work a few hours later, i got a call from luke. "did you hear about roxie?", "no, what happened?!?", "blah blah blah, slow slow slow" luke told me the slowest version of this story ever as i was freaking out in my car:
roxie started drooling protrusively, pete and will put her outside, and then she started foaming at the mouth, and wouldn't open her mouth for them to see inside. after about an hour and a half of the situation not getting better, they took her to the vet. at the vet, she tried to eat one of the doctors, and wouldn't let them look in her mouth so they had to knock her out. while in the waiting room, pete and will were heckled by freaks. one man who owned 3+ pitbulls (aparently theres a dog fighting problem in the heights) and wanted to breed roxie. and another saying she had rabies.
fast foward, $300 later, they gave us 3 packs of pills to feed her, i think because they didn't know what she had an allergic reaction to. but as it turns out, she licked the flea and tick goo because i put it too far down on her back. yes, i poisoned my own dog. all of the pills must be administered anally (just kidding!) at different times of the day. one of the packs reads: "give 1 tab 2x daily for 3 days, then 1/2 tab 2x daily for 3 days, then 1/2 tab 1x daily for 3 days, then 1/2 tab once daily every other day. start 4/15/08." apparently you have to be a PhD grad to own a dog. the pills make roxie tired, which is kinda nice. on tuesday i called out of work and took her over to the vintage store where she chewed up a broken hanger and stepped all over all the unpriced clothes. thismorning, she woke me up at 7:30 am clawing at my face and being really annoying. i asked her if she had to go out and when i sat up she ran to the door. i had to pee before going outside and roxie came into the bathroom with me, as always. she sat on the floor and stared up at me. i noticed her shaking for a good 3 seconds, and she turned to the door AND PEED ALL OVER THE FLOOR! so, i threw some paper towels on it, ran downstairs with her, where she almost ran into the bryant's open door (the actual last name of the people who live downstairs, is bryant. on bryant street. awesome.) anyway, roxie did diarrhea outside, and kicked it. i went to pick it up and the bag had a huge hole in it. i came inside, cleaned up the pee, and ran back out with another unripped bag. UGH.
now roxie is back to her old self, farting as she jumps up onto her couch. yes, she has her own couch. the end. (video of roxie drooling soon to come)
roxie started drooling protrusively, pete and will put her outside, and then she started foaming at the mouth, and wouldn't open her mouth for them to see inside. after about an hour and a half of the situation not getting better, they took her to the vet. at the vet, she tried to eat one of the doctors, and wouldn't let them look in her mouth so they had to knock her out. while in the waiting room, pete and will were heckled by freaks. one man who owned 3+ pitbulls (aparently theres a dog fighting problem in the heights) and wanted to breed roxie. and another saying she had rabies.
fast foward, $300 later, they gave us 3 packs of pills to feed her, i think because they didn't know what she had an allergic reaction to. but as it turns out, she licked the flea and tick goo because i put it too far down on her back. yes, i poisoned my own dog. all of the pills must be administered anally (just kidding!) at different times of the day. one of the packs reads: "give 1 tab 2x daily for 3 days, then 1/2 tab 2x daily for 3 days, then 1/2 tab 1x daily for 3 days, then 1/2 tab once daily every other day. start 4/15/08." apparently you have to be a PhD grad to own a dog. the pills make roxie tired, which is kinda nice. on tuesday i called out of work and took her over to the vintage store where she chewed up a broken hanger and stepped all over all the unpriced clothes. thismorning, she woke me up at 7:30 am clawing at my face and being really annoying. i asked her if she had to go out and when i sat up she ran to the door. i had to pee before going outside and roxie came into the bathroom with me, as always. she sat on the floor and stared up at me. i noticed her shaking for a good 3 seconds, and she turned to the door AND PEED ALL OVER THE FLOOR! so, i threw some paper towels on it, ran downstairs with her, where she almost ran into the bryant's open door (the actual last name of the people who live downstairs, is bryant. on bryant street. awesome.) anyway, roxie did diarrhea outside, and kicked it. i went to pick it up and the bag had a huge hole in it. i came inside, cleaned up the pee, and ran back out with another unripped bag. UGH.
now roxie is back to her old self, farting as she jumps up onto her couch. yes, she has her own couch. the end. (video of roxie drooling soon to come)
Monday, April 7, 2008
"happiness is a warm gun!"
in honor of charlton heston's passing (yea right) we here at 16 bryant decided to take a nice sunday morning outing. i don't even know what to write about it, the entire experience was breath taking. i, Laura, discovered that really like shooting shotguns! who doesn't?!? i however DO NOT CONDONE HUNTING IN ANY WAY! but shooting clay pigeons is exhilarating. kirsten said i must have been annie oakley in another life. i like that. enough about me, here are some pictures. and a video.
michael jackson party
it's pretty rediculous that we never blogged about the MJ party. i think everyone was over it as soon as it was over (even though it was fucking awesome!!). it was the highest concentration of people to ever be recorded inside 16 bryant, which as always, warrants good aspects and bad. tom and sari maher actually showed up, IN FULL COSTUME! that was wonderful. kirsten made pete smoores cupcakes and they were delicious. roxie dressed up and was the star of the show, pete had a few hot sexy costume changes, and we saw a lot of people we haven't seen in a long time. BUT the awesome engrish confetti poppers we bought at the dollar store (key word here) STAINED THE WOOD FLOORS! me and kirsten (and drunk pete) spent most of the latter part of the night spot scrubbing the floors with bleach. meanwhile, whilst everyone was getting bleach and alcohol poisoning, a fight broke out! (i won't go into detail) needless to say it was a success, just a little stressful. i'll leave the party throwing to kirsten. here are some pictures.
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
being sick at 16 bryant...
being sick at 16 bryant kinda sucks. i'm not gonna lie. sure theres roxie pup to entertain. and the computer, and digital cable. but mostly i've just been moping around, slowly going blind from staring at the computer screen all day.
today was different. i went to watch a class at my new job, and sniffled and coughed the entire time. little kids tried climbing all over me and i screamed, "no! i'm sick!" my new boss heckled me for coming in sick and i drove home miserable. roxie annoyed me like always, constantly bringing me her toys and climbing all over the computer chair. i'm a bored mother when i don't feel good, pale in comparison to the bumpasses and my house full of screaming people. i took her out for a walk and came back. before i was even able to take her leash off the doorbell rang. there was a big black car in the driveway and i was scared. i said "who is it?" on the intercom and there was no answer, just another ring. i took roxie with me to answer the door, AND THERE WAS BRIAN BELL WITH A BOWL OF SOUP AND MANGO TEA!! (girls, this ones golden!) boy was i excited. so now i'm enjoying a hearty bowl of minestrone, rice with broccoli and mango tea. and my spirits are lifted.
being sick at 16 bryant can be good!
-Laura
today was different. i went to watch a class at my new job, and sniffled and coughed the entire time. little kids tried climbing all over me and i screamed, "no! i'm sick!" my new boss heckled me for coming in sick and i drove home miserable. roxie annoyed me like always, constantly bringing me her toys and climbing all over the computer chair. i'm a bored mother when i don't feel good, pale in comparison to the bumpasses and my house full of screaming people. i took her out for a walk and came back. before i was even able to take her leash off the doorbell rang. there was a big black car in the driveway and i was scared. i said "who is it?" on the intercom and there was no answer, just another ring. i took roxie with me to answer the door, AND THERE WAS BRIAN BELL WITH A BOWL OF SOUP AND MANGO TEA!! (girls, this ones golden!) boy was i excited. so now i'm enjoying a hearty bowl of minestrone, rice with broccoli and mango tea. and my spirits are lifted.
being sick at 16 bryant can be good!
-Laura
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
p.s.-
pete just called a going out outfit, a goinoutfit.
pure genius.
AND HE JUST TOLD ME HE GOT GROPED BY A MAN IN A CLUB!
pure genius.
AND HE JUST TOLD ME HE GOT GROPED BY A MAN IN A CLUB!
pete's arrival
well pete came home from florida today, all burned up and red as a plum. bearing gifts such as "seld-adhesive stylish mustaches" one for each day of the week! so we took him to the diner so he could dish about his vacation filled with whores and red necks. whilst dining, we heard loud thuds coming from a booth in the corner, where there were a few latinas and a tiny latinito! (baby latino boy). across the room was a booth full of seemingly harmless old lady's (looks are deceiving). turns out the baby was the one beating on the table, and screaming, while the old lady's lurk from the opposite corner.
right then we heard: "excuse me, is someone banging on the table or something?" from the oldster table. no response. a few seconds later: "can you make him stop? if he can't behave he should be told!" (or something retarded like that) just then one of the latinas shouted, "i don't complain when you can't drive! go break a hip or somethin!" a few seconds later the lovely old women get up and walk out (or so we thought) and the latina screams "hope you break your leg!" the whole while we were laughing hysterically and enjoying the antics. after mocking the entire spectacle for a good 30 minutes, we walked to the register to pay for our meal and who but the old ladies are sitting in a booth next to the window! THEY ACTUALLY MOVED TO GET AWAY FROM THE BABY!! moral of the story: old ladies are afraid of babies. and pete is home. aah, the joys of jersey city.
-Laura
right then we heard: "excuse me, is someone banging on the table or something?" from the oldster table. no response. a few seconds later: "can you make him stop? if he can't behave he should be told!" (or something retarded like that) just then one of the latinas shouted, "i don't complain when you can't drive! go break a hip or somethin!" a few seconds later the lovely old women get up and walk out (or so we thought) and the latina screams "hope you break your leg!" the whole while we were laughing hysterically and enjoying the antics. after mocking the entire spectacle for a good 30 minutes, we walked to the register to pay for our meal and who but the old ladies are sitting in a booth next to the window! THEY ACTUALLY MOVED TO GET AWAY FROM THE BABY!! moral of the story: old ladies are afraid of babies. and pete is home. aah, the joys of jersey city.
-Laura
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