I’m being profane here. Seriously. I apologize, but I’m still a little shaken up. Dudes. I just paid back all those people that intervened when PK and his brother tried to stuff me in their truck like a overgrown sack of potatoes. First: some backdrop. I live in a pretty ghetto part of town (as
Category: around the house
Ladies and gentlemen. The urban meadow is no more. No N says that the neighbors are ecstatic because their property value just went up. I’m ecstatic because I no longer have to fear dropping my keys in that mess and never finding them again. As almost happened the other night. I still need to mow,
Good morning! So apparently you all liked the drama-packed 100 Miles better than the mushy one, because I received exactly 1 comment (from my dear friend Vilate). This is why I don’t do mush, people. Seriously. I took the Dog for a walk today, we went to the park.
Hi everyone. I’m a little bummed at the moment and I don’t think I’m up to posting a 100 Miles. Chapter Fourteen is all the mushy happy feeling one and I just can’t get into it tonight. I am also going to start heavily editing it too because it’s getting a little close to home now.
To all the assholes out there who have ever gone onto Ebay and bid on an item when it has less than one minute to go in the auction: I. Hate. You. If you have ever stolen a camera from someone who has patiently waited for four days and played by the rules by bidding like they’re supposed to:
Okay, so I already knew that The Dog liked my underwear. Dirty, clean, doesn’t matter. I come home and there’s at least one or two pairs secreted in plain sight in my living room. Now, I find that whilst chewing on the delicates, he likes to be protected. If I had a camera, I would
Holy crap! I’ve been unexpectedly plugged. I feel like Ed McMahon just knocked on my door while I’m sitting on the toilet…and I have to answer. the first thing I’m thinking is, “Holy cow! That’s like, MY NAME on someone else’s blog!” And then I passed out. When I woke up, I realized that in figurative terms,
Whew! It’s just a bacterial infection. No parvo, no life threatening disease, just probably something he ate. I’m now extremely angry with him for freaking me out. He’s not totally back to normal, but he is feeling much better: Okay so it’s been two days with nothing fun, just sick dog stuff. I’m working from
Okay, so. The Dog is sick. Pretty effin sick, which sucks but also makes me really really glad I decided to take him today. It also means that I won’t be doing the tattoo thing this week, since my dog’s health trumps me getting more ink on my back. Yay for me and my philanthropic
I hate marketers that make commercials that make The Kid bug me to buy stuff. I really do. Because when you see his big blue eyes telling you that he “absolutely haaaaaaaas to have something, so SERIOUS, mom!” and you have to say, “I would rather shove splinters under my fingernails than buy something like that which