Great to be back!

Good Evening, Macaroni Dish!

It is so great to be back on this blog. I feel overjoyed knowing that we are starting this up again. Way back when the blog started, it was the mid 2000's, and I was in high school. I was spending most of my time doing stage shows, hitching rides to and from school, and trying to be the best student I can possibly be. Now, I'm in my thirties. I'm relishing in my happily married life and 25 weeks pregnant with our first baby. I spend most of my days working full time, trying not to get out of breath doing simple tasks, keeping up with our New Jersey home, and setting up our daughter's nursery.

It's been an interesting journey since my last post. Some say that's the most interesting part - "the journey". Some days I agree with that and other days I feel it's too cliche and it makes the future seem bleak.  Either way, in this relaxing moment of homeostasis (just kidding, there's no homeostasis in pregnancy), I can smile and say:
"I'm happy. Really happy."

Cat Turd Field Goals

I was considering why I find the Blog more fun and amusing than the popular social media platforms...and I've determined it's the exclusivity. Anyone can read it...but only the chosen can share their stories.

Speaking of which, a few weeks ago we made a spectacular discovery here at Stromboli House. It's long been known that our dog Bentley loves the taste of cat turds, and views Bruno's cat box as little more than his personal candy store. So for years, we have kept a baby gate a few inches in front of it, because both dogs are terrified of it. The cat ignores it and jumps right over it. Its like having an electrified fence...but only for the dogs. So for years, its been the perfect plan...until recently. Bentley was hovering around Bruno's room , so as we investigated why, we witnessed a medium size turd get kicked over the gate and land right at his feet. It was like a perfect field goal kick. He happily devoured it. Apparently there exists an interspecies gentlemen's agreement at my house, so that my cocker spaniel can enjoy the occasional piece of cat shit that I have been denying him.

Humans...we are just not as smart as we think....Dr. Sfingi remember this as you embark on your new adventure in house pets.

Mira the Dog

This woolly-head freak is Mira. She is a Labradoofus. Here she is peeking out the back window, probably tracking a squirrel or a bird. Or maybe a pizza. Did she order herself a pizza? What toppings would she request? Mind you, this is an animal that eats random poop off the back lawn: from rabbits, from deer, from whatever other creatures scurry across my backyard.

Mira the dog has been with us since October. Notice the muppet-like absurdity of her coat. It's ridiculous. But somehow she does not seem to shed. Or make us sneeze. So she can stay.

Anyway, tomorrow is April. Spring is almost here. So of course we woke up this morning to a few inches of wet snow. Sheesh. But as the day progressed and icy morning faded into icy afternoon, I got a phone call from Steverino. He alerted me to the fact that this blog is now being read by people who weren't even born when the blog started. Maybe they previously suspected this family was crazy; now they've got documentation. Practically a signed confession.

Steve said: "Let's start using the blog again."

I said: "That idea appeals to me -- in much the same way random lawn poop appears to Mira the dog.  Let's eat!"