They say I'm gonna hit the big time and all I gotta do is act naturally.
This weekend was a slow but, a weird one. Friday night, I decided that I wanted to visit my little man, so I picked up Oscar. He's been staying at my dad's house until we get a fence up. They are buddies, but honestly I don't anyone that Oscar is not instantly buddies with.
Saturday, I went to Fiesta to get some Veganaise and found these meatless hotdogs.
http://www.lightlife.com/smartdogs.html
I asked the owner were they any good, hoping that she does test out all her inventory. She said that they were very good, so I figured that it would not hurt to give them a go. I also bought a can of Amy's Organic Vegan Chili to top those dogs off. I have had pretty good luck with Amy's frozen entrees and pizza, so maybe the chili is good too.
The Fiesta owner tried to sell me some Rudi's hot dog buns until her employee piped up that they were sold out. Whew! I'm glad that I did not have to refuse those buns as glorious and wondeful that I believe Rudi's to be. Everyone who knows me know that I do the ghetto thing and just wrap the bread around the weinee or serve chili dogs ala open faced sandwich at home. So, all I am waiting for now are those Vidalia onions to hit the store, which should be any day now, then I will be some kind of chili dog ready.
P.S. Renae, Fiesta even carries agave nectar. I had visual contact.
After I got home from my little grocery adventure, Oscar and I went for a walk. I was happy to see that Oscar finally started eating at the new house. He ate two bowls of food. Usually, he just wants to play, drink water, and have a few treats when he stays over. I thought he might be getting used to the place.
About 2 in the morning, Oscar woke me up with his pacing, panting and whining. This is strange because he is usually real good about sleeping through the night. I grabbed his leash and took him out. Nothing. We did this about 4 times until I decided at 3 A.M. Oscar needed to go home. He just wasn't going to poo at my house. I finally got back to my house about 4:00 sans Oscar, but I did make sure to see him take care of his business before I left him there. I have heard of picky eaters but never a finicky poo-er until now. Come to think of it, Oscar has never pooed in the state of Mississippi either, but he never acted like he needed to either.
Buck Owens died this weekend. Now, I know that I have taken cheap shots at his music before. Mainly, because I have really never cared for his music, but I have always respected him as a artist. He made the most out his life as a displaced dust bowl Okie, even though he was a native Texhoman child. He refused to fit into the Nashville mold and brought his own to the table. Buck Owens WAS going to do his own thing. That thing later became known as the "Bakersfield Sound". Somebody once asked him why wasn't country music just good enough for him. He wasn't afraid to challenge himself or anyone else, thank you. What better testament to ones talent than to have the Beatles cover your material. Check out HELP! Sooo, I tip my hat to you, Mr. Owens. God bless and good night.
Saturday, I went to Fiesta to get some Veganaise and found these meatless hotdogs.
http://www.lightlife.com/smartdogs.html
I asked the owner were they any good, hoping that she does test out all her inventory. She said that they were very good, so I figured that it would not hurt to give them a go. I also bought a can of Amy's Organic Vegan Chili to top those dogs off. I have had pretty good luck with Amy's frozen entrees and pizza, so maybe the chili is good too.
The Fiesta owner tried to sell me some Rudi's hot dog buns until her employee piped up that they were sold out. Whew! I'm glad that I did not have to refuse those buns as glorious and wondeful that I believe Rudi's to be. Everyone who knows me know that I do the ghetto thing and just wrap the bread around the weinee or serve chili dogs ala open faced sandwich at home. So, all I am waiting for now are those Vidalia onions to hit the store, which should be any day now, then I will be some kind of chili dog ready.
P.S. Renae, Fiesta even carries agave nectar. I had visual contact.
After I got home from my little grocery adventure, Oscar and I went for a walk. I was happy to see that Oscar finally started eating at the new house. He ate two bowls of food. Usually, he just wants to play, drink water, and have a few treats when he stays over. I thought he might be getting used to the place.
About 2 in the morning, Oscar woke me up with his pacing, panting and whining. This is strange because he is usually real good about sleeping through the night. I grabbed his leash and took him out. Nothing. We did this about 4 times until I decided at 3 A.M. Oscar needed to go home. He just wasn't going to poo at my house. I finally got back to my house about 4:00 sans Oscar, but I did make sure to see him take care of his business before I left him there. I have heard of picky eaters but never a finicky poo-er until now. Come to think of it, Oscar has never pooed in the state of Mississippi either, but he never acted like he needed to either.
Buck Owens died this weekend. Now, I know that I have taken cheap shots at his music before. Mainly, because I have really never cared for his music, but I have always respected him as a artist. He made the most out his life as a displaced dust bowl Okie, even though he was a native Texhoman child. He refused to fit into the Nashville mold and brought his own to the table. Buck Owens WAS going to do his own thing. That thing later became known as the "Bakersfield Sound". Somebody once asked him why wasn't country music just good enough for him. He wasn't afraid to challenge himself or anyone else, thank you. What better testament to ones talent than to have the Beatles cover your material. Check out HELP! Sooo, I tip my hat to you, Mr. Owens. God bless and good night.
posted by Nikki | 8:05 AM
2 Comments:
Wow, I can't believe you found agave nectar! Smarkus brought home Rudi's hot dog rolls for his "sausages" the other night! He eats them with sauerkraut I bet he'd enjoy a chili dog sometime for variety.
I will have to let you know how the smart dogs are when I get into them.
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