Posted by Nessa | Posted in uncategorized | Posted on 27-12-2008
So if you read my post a little while back about my lasting suspicion that my roommates and I are giving room and board to a few unwanted furry little bastards, I can now confirm that my suspicion is correct. On Christmas eve I was doing some dishes and I noticed that Capone was staring blankly at a cabinet by the refrigerator. After Harley joined him and they both sat and stared at one for a good 10 minutes, I figured they just wanted something in the cabinet so I opened it up to see what was so appealing. I swear as soon as I did that Capone stuck his face in there and Harley pushed him aside and just dove in, pulling out something in her mouth as well as a shelf full of vases that came crashing to the floor.
It was about then that I heard this squeaking noise like what you hear in dog toys, and realized that she was carrying a big stinkin’ rat in her mouth. Though the thing had just gotten caught in a rat trap that our exterminator put in and was well alive and dangling out between Harley’s teeth, the entire kitchen started to smell like someone microwaved a dead fish wrapped inside a tortilla filled with pickles.
You can thank my sister Torie for wanting to document this experience by taking pictures:
So what do blood-hungry puppies do after catching furry intruders? Well, Capone says, “Please sir may I have another” :
Then they both pass out from a hard night’s work:
Posted by Nessa | Posted in uncategorized | Posted on 24-06-2008
For Christmas this year my sisters and I bought my mom a Pomeranian that she named Teddy (though my sisters and dad subsequently named him Simon, Maverick, Titus, and Leo). Side note: here’s documented evidence that my Dad does indeed like dogs:
Now ask me why it took me 17 years to beg my dad for a dog, and I still didn’t get one until I was 20 when I was already out of the house. Anyways, we in the Vasile household believe that pets are as much part of a family as people are, which is why I animately insist that my son, Capone, and my niece, Harley, are the only grandkids that my parents are getting anytime soon. Well, this concept kept in mind, the addition of Teddy means that I have a new 4-year-old half brother. I’ve always been the youngest in the family but I’ve so far completely my sisterly duty of taking my little bro to see Santa clause with his uncle Capone:
Posted by Nessa | Posted in uncategorized | Posted on 21-06-2008
Well, my 21st birthday is finally here…yay! Of course, all that means to me is that I can now do everything I’ve already been doing for the last four years, only now I’d be doing it legally. So happy birthday to me, I’m getting plastered tonight.
FYI, no pics yet — the party is this Friday the 25th so I’ll have plenty then and I’ll post ‘em here.
Posted by Nessa | Posted in uncategorized | Posted on 08-03-2008
My house is right in front of the Tallwood woodlands so it’s not uncommon for me to wake up to find possums, squirrels, and raccoons in my garage or upstairs where they come in through the attic. There’s also the rare occasion of snakes on the patio and in the trash cans. Really, none of those bother me because I love animals but the two things I’m deathly afraid of are spiders and rats. Luckily we don’t have a big spider infestation around here but I am 100% sure of the fact that a couple of rats have made my house into their personal condo and playground. I bring forth the following evidence:
Exhibit #1: Bachelor pads under the washing machine and behind the furniture:
We’re having the plumbing and floors redone on one side of the house and when the boys moved the furniture they found nests of fiberglass, dog food, and rat poop in the corner
Exhibit #2: Suspicious hole behind the toilet in one of the master bathrooms
I know that this wasn’t here before because this bathroom was just remodeled. Take note of the wood shavings on the floor and the telltale chew marks on the wall.
This really has nothing to do with the rat situation but I saw this box at my dad’s house and I think it looks kinda like boobs.
I should also mention that on three occasions we’ve seen the dogs go nuts and start chasing an unidentified moving object around the house.
So either the rats start paying rent and contributing to the $90 a month I spend on dog food, or they can have a date with the hot A-Active guy (who, by the way, is welcome to come over with his hose any time).
Posted by Nessa | Posted in uncategorized | Posted on 11-02-2008
For the last four years by dad has been filing my taxes for me so I was all proud to be doing them myself this year…that is, until I got a letter from the IRS stating that I’d miscalculated my Federal tax return and I have another chance to get it right before they order an “audit”. Since then I found out that there are at least three rules when it comes to filing your taxes:
- You can’t file your puppy as a dependent, even if you pay for his food, housing, and medical care
- Excessive consumption of alcohol due to occupational stress does not count as a work-related expense, even if you kept the receipts from the liquor store for the last 7 months
- Sending in naked pictures will not get you a bigger refund, but it will probably prompt a call from a lonely guy named Larry who just happened to be the agent typing your rejection notice
So I hope everyone here learns from
my some anonymous person’s mistakes….happy tax season!
Posted by Nessa | Posted in Uncategorized | Posted on 18-03-2007
For anyone who hasn’t met the newest addition to the Vasilé family, I’d like to introduce you to Capone. He’s a purebred pitbull currently at 12 weeks, 25 lbs. His vet estimated that based on his genes he’s probably going to reach about 80-90 lbs by the time he’s a year old. Yes, that means that my puppy is going to be beast, and he’s probably going to make your puppy his bitch. I’m already working on digging a hole in my backyard to dispose of all the contingent body parts he’s probably going to bring home.
Click on the pic for the full image. You can see more pictures of my sexy-ass puppy in my Gallery.