Monday Bear

So I was just down to my skivvies, shimmying my way to cardio health, when my mom’s friend comes in. Just as I was beginning to really enjoy my new Cardio Fitness Bellydancing DVD, I’m interrupted by an unwelcome guest. And what does she say? “Put some clothes on, girl!” Right. I’ll put some clothes on if you wash the dishes. Then she has the huevos to make fun of my choice of fitness. Hey, fatso, at least I exercise. Competitive hotdog eating doesn’t count as a sport, by the way.

So if any of you haven’t realized, when I disappear for a week at a time, I’m usually with Matt. It’s that damn love and cuddling and sex and blackhead- picking that keeps me away from my blogging. And I thank all of you who sents me birfday wishes/ presents. I’ll get back to you soon. ish. And you’ll all be bloglisted. Soon. Not tonight. But soon. That said, Lia sent me an assload of tortillas. Omaha Tortillas. They all had stuff written on them, but they were stuck together, so I can’t read it all. I’m going to microwave them so they’ll hopefully come apart, and then I can read them to you. And by read, I mean type.

A few nights before I left, Alley Jo and I had an evening with a digital camera. Now, she usually comes over late at night, and all of you who have partied with me (ha!) know that I’m not attractive at all late at night. Just a warning.

Keep in mind that all of these photos were taken between the hours of 12:30AM and 2:00AM. There were more photos taken that will be photoblogged at a later date, but let’s just see how many oral sex references 2 ladies people can fit into 90 minutes.

Seven.

Photo 1: Nevermind the half- eaten- ness of it.
Photo 2: … I think it was Brad Weatherbee who said he would be afraid for his life if he were to get jiggy with me.
Photo 3: This was in reference to the battery acid dream. -shudders-
Photo 4: Now thats what I call Zoo Pals!
Photo 5: A bit ripe for my taste.
Photo 6: That’s not Larry… but close enough.
Photo 7: I’ve decided that oral sex is really gross. Especially when your cucumber looks like it has a bad rash.

With all those oral activities out of the way, my church’s revival was tonight. My dear friend Will Blakeburn’s father was our guest preacher. I’ve heard him before, and he’s a fabulous speaker– probably one of the best I’ve ever heard. A very intelligent man. Anywho, since I’m leaving for school in 9 days, much of the service was for/ about me. It was really flattering and nice, but gosh, I wish my mom would stop crying all the time.

Although I’m not -that- religious, my church family really is important to me. I’ve known them since I was a little baby Liz, and they care a whole lot about me. They’re all going to miss me when I go to school.

I miss Will. We’re going to have to hang out when I move. I’d really like for him to meet Mattchew.

Speaking of Matt, he’s much much better (in the toof department), but he’s still got this hole that gets food in it. He has to use his squirt gun thing to clean it out. It hurts him from time to time.
Terri: Maaaaaatt, come up here and *insert household task*.
Matt: Hold on, I’m cleaning out my hole.
Terri: Get Liz to clean out your hole for you.

He took me to the melting pot, a fancy schmancy fondue restaurant. It was… fabulous. One of the best meals I’ve ever had. We had cheese, salad, meaties, and chocolate. Here is a more detailed explanation:

Fiesta Queso Fondue: Cheddar, swiss, jalepenos, salsa, beer. Served with

• Pumpernikel
• Rye (my second favourite)
• Some other bread
• Tortilla chips
• Granny Smith Apples (my favourite… it was suprisingly good)
• Carrots (Matt’s favourite, even though they got stuck in his hole)
• Celery
• Broccoli

Then I had a Mushroom Salad:

• Mushrooms
• Scallions
• Lettuce
• Onions
• Raspberry Vinegarette

Then we had our entree’ in some Fancy Broth that we got to pick out. I don’t remember the name of it: Broth base, burgundy wine, garlic, mushrooms, scallions. In that, we cooked the French Quarter entree’:

• Fancy sausage
• Fancy chicken
• Fancy steak
• Tiger shrimp
• Potatoes
• Squash
• Mushroom caps (Matt kept calling them “mushroom heads”)
• Broccoli

This stuff was sooo freaking tender. I’m not usually a meat person, but this was awesome. My favourite was the sausage.

Go on, make your jokes.

But what you do, is they give it to you raw, and then you stab it with your fondue fork and cook it in the broth for 2- 3 minutes. Then you dip it in one of these sauces:

• Green Goddess (Matt liked this: he stuffed the mushroom heads with this stuff)
• Ginger Plum sauce
• Teriaki… Teryaki…
• Some yellow something
• Very very hot cocktail sauce
• Pork and Gargonzola sauce (My favourite. Remember on Beauty and the Beast where Lumiere says “Try the grey stuff, it’s delicious!”? I bet that’s what he was talking singing about)

Then we finished off with Yin and Yang chocolate fondue: Half white, half dark, beautifully presented and served with:

• The creamiest fucking cheesecake I’ve ever put in my mouth. (My favourite, but it doesn’t count, because you can’t dip it. You can just spoon it. But I like spooning. So maybe it does count.)
• Bananas (one of my favourites)
• Strawberries (my other favourite, quite possibly because it was the sexiest dessert I’ve ever eaten)
• Pineapple
• Brownie bits
• Chocolate marshmallows
• Coconut marshmallows
• Pound cake

Then we got nice little mints with our check.

But I definitely recommend this to any couple. Couple. It’s very romantic. You sit allll by yourself, and you can feed each other, and the waitors are friendly and it’s nicely decorated. The best part:

Matt held his fork correctly.

I love that man : )

Colleen found a new cat. His name is Jaques. We were discussing him at dinner, with grandparents:
Colleen: He’s a boy.
Liz: How do you know?
Everyone: …

I bought some shit while I was there. I don’t feel like telling you about it though. I’m too tired.

So in conclusion, take my advice: Never use your Silver Bullet with cats in the room.

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