Tweak is a year old now - how time flies! She is so good and so willing to work that she's earning privileges in the house now. One of the her new found joys is being able to sleep in the bed at night. The boys are not allowed in the bed at night since I can't trust the little bastards as far as I can throw them (where did that saying come from?)
She likes being allowed to sleep in bed. I'll have to switch it up every once in a while though so she won't think she's automatically sleeping in the bed at hotels, camping, etc. Millie leaves me about a foot of the bed. Her recent favorite perch is where the pillows *should* be next to me. With Tweak added to the mix, I get about a racing stripe worth of space now. Last night I realized that I woke up every time I wanted to turn over since I was trapped by the sheets. I only woke up 3 times so I guess that means I don't toss and turn in my sleep.
I think I'll need to upgrade to a King if I'm in a relationship where I want that person to stay over. I'm so used to sleeping alone that anytime someone else is in the bed, I'm uncomfortable and can't sleep. Maybe that's TMI.
I'm getting my taxes done tonight - Yippee! We're all meeting at Dad's house around 7'ish. I'll probably bring Millie with me since she loves going to see Grandpa and she doesn't get out of the house as much as she used to.
Man! Some dog just farted and I swear the paint is peeling off the walls!
Isn't my life glamorous?
D
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Roasts
While at the gym today, there was a commercial for Dean Martin Roasts on DVD. I remember Dean Martin and all of the guests that were on the Roast. I remember doing the Roasts when I was a kid. Watching the commercial got me to thinking:
People around my age are probably the last generation that would recognize Dean Martin, understand what the Rat pack was, and not be completely and absolutely offended by the lack of political correctness in one of their roasts.
Isn't that sad?
I might order the DVDs. I just hate being a part of that ship-you-one-per-month kind of deals.
D
People around my age are probably the last generation that would recognize Dean Martin, understand what the Rat pack was, and not be completely and absolutely offended by the lack of political correctness in one of their roasts.
Isn't that sad?
I might order the DVDs. I just hate being a part of that ship-you-one-per-month kind of deals.
D
$%*%$!!!!!!
If you can't tell, I'm pissed off. Actually, that's a gross understatement. I am so fucking pissed off I want to see people hurt. Like really, really hurt. Recoverable, but in serious pain.
Most people that know me fairly well know that I do not watch the morning or evening news, nor do I read the newspaper. Occasionally I visit the local paper's online site, but that's more to find out the weather or traffic. There's a reason why I don't watch the news. I either get depressed from how badly people suck or, like last night, I get so pissed off I'm close to tears.
I was doing homework in front of the TV last night. I wasn't really watching it, it was just on for background noise. Tivo changed the channel to record Medium. I kept plugging away on my homework, looking up maybe every 15 minutes or so. Next thing I know, the previews for the nightly news is on and I'm seeing red. No. I'm not seeing red, flames are shooting out of my eyes and I'm screaming every curse I've ever heard and a few I just created, at the TV.
I looked up at one point to see a fork lift -rather, the pointy steel rod parts of the fork lift - nudging a cow that was lying down. What? Is it dead and that's how they had to move it? No. I don't know why they were doing it other than to move the cow. The screen switches to another fork lift nudging yet another cow that was lying down. In this scene, the cow gets up and starts to move away but my eyes are *rivited* to the cow's hind legs - they're bent the wrong way. Looking at the cow from the side, the back legs make a backwards L.
Are you fucking kidding me?!?!?!?!
Who are these people? The preview talks about abuse to animals caught on tape. Ya think, Einstein?
There are very few people on this earth that I actually want to hurt. Really, you'd be surprised at who I've had compassion for. Not these fuckers. These people, I want bleeding. I want tortured. I want hurting. I'm so angry I'm almost speechless.
These people don't deserve to be within 100 miles of an animal. They should be forced to be vegans, they don't even deserve to eat what they were producing. I don't care if those cows were slated to be food. While alive, they deserve better. I am so outraged and I want blood.
I'm absolutely disgusted. In my worst nightmare I didn't think such a thing was possible. I just want to cry.
D
Most people that know me fairly well know that I do not watch the morning or evening news, nor do I read the newspaper. Occasionally I visit the local paper's online site, but that's more to find out the weather or traffic. There's a reason why I don't watch the news. I either get depressed from how badly people suck or, like last night, I get so pissed off I'm close to tears.
I was doing homework in front of the TV last night. I wasn't really watching it, it was just on for background noise. Tivo changed the channel to record Medium. I kept plugging away on my homework, looking up maybe every 15 minutes or so. Next thing I know, the previews for the nightly news is on and I'm seeing red. No. I'm not seeing red, flames are shooting out of my eyes and I'm screaming every curse I've ever heard and a few I just created, at the TV.
I looked up at one point to see a fork lift -rather, the pointy steel rod parts of the fork lift - nudging a cow that was lying down. What? Is it dead and that's how they had to move it? No. I don't know why they were doing it other than to move the cow. The screen switches to another fork lift nudging yet another cow that was lying down. In this scene, the cow gets up and starts to move away but my eyes are *rivited* to the cow's hind legs - they're bent the wrong way. Looking at the cow from the side, the back legs make a backwards L.
Are you fucking kidding me?!?!?!?!
Who are these people? The preview talks about abuse to animals caught on tape. Ya think, Einstein?
There are very few people on this earth that I actually want to hurt. Really, you'd be surprised at who I've had compassion for. Not these fuckers. These people, I want bleeding. I want tortured. I want hurting. I'm so angry I'm almost speechless.
These people don't deserve to be within 100 miles of an animal. They should be forced to be vegans, they don't even deserve to eat what they were producing. I don't care if those cows were slated to be food. While alive, they deserve better. I am so outraged and I want blood.
I'm absolutely disgusted. In my worst nightmare I didn't think such a thing was possible. I just want to cry.
D
Monday, February 18, 2008
the girls....
Just because I can.
The boys, being the wimps they are, booked it into the house once they understood I wanted them to actually *sit* in the snow. It's not even like they have balls anymore either. Sheesh.
So the girls hung out in the snow so I could get a picture of them. They're so good. :)
Tweak was 10 months old here, Millie 10 years old. My sweet girls. :)
D
The boys, being the wimps they are, booked it into the house once they understood I wanted them to actually *sit* in the snow. It's not even like they have balls anymore either. Sheesh.
So the girls hung out in the snow so I could get a picture of them. They're so good. :)
Tweak was 10 months old here, Millie 10 years old. My sweet girls. :)
D
30 days today
Today marks 30 days I've been cigarette free...again. It's an accomplishment that I'm pretty happy with as I can do all these new things now, like breathe. Quite amazing really.
I was on the elliptical machine for 20 mins and I didn't run out of breath at all. I was breathing heavy, but that's supposed to happen when you're exercising - or so I'm told.
So, hooray for me. :)
While in Market Basket at the deli counter:
Me: Can I have 1 1/2 lbs of pre-sliced, white American cheese please. Oh, and I don't care which brand - whichever one you grab first.
Boy: What kind do you want?
Me: I don't care, whichever one you grab first.
Boy: Huh?
Me: I don't care.
The boy grabs the Market Basket white, American cheese blob and puts it on the machine.
Me: Is that the pre-sliced cheese?
Boy: No.
Me: Can I have 1 1/2 lbs of pre-sliced, white American cheese please?
Boy: Oh.
The boy goes out back, grabs a blob of pre-sliced white, American cheese and proceeds to pull off big chunks until he has a pound on the scale.
Boy: Anything else?
Me: Yes. Another 1/2 lb of that please.
Boy: Oh.
The boy grabs another hunk, weighs it, bags it, tags it and hands it over.
Boy: We can't fit more than a pound of cheese in a bag.
Me: Ok.
Was I like that when I was a kid? I was in a patient mood today so I took it all with a smile. Yeah, I don't know what was wrong with me either. ;)
I'm in Presentational Speaking right now. If memory serves me correctly, I think I'll get my A.A.S degree after this class. Won't that be nice. :) I'll be continuing on of course - I don't know near enough for my liking. Then again, I'm not sure I'll ever know near enough for my liking. I'd be a professional student if I could. Can you imagine learning everything you've ever had a question about? You'd never learn it all, but boy would it be fun trying! At least I think it would.
Off to do homework before hitting the hay.
D
I was on the elliptical machine for 20 mins and I didn't run out of breath at all. I was breathing heavy, but that's supposed to happen when you're exercising - or so I'm told.
So, hooray for me. :)
While in Market Basket at the deli counter:
Me: Can I have 1 1/2 lbs of pre-sliced, white American cheese please. Oh, and I don't care which brand - whichever one you grab first.
Boy: What kind do you want?
Me: I don't care, whichever one you grab first.
Boy: Huh?
Me: I don't care.
The boy grabs the Market Basket white, American cheese blob and puts it on the machine.
Me: Is that the pre-sliced cheese?
Boy: No.
Me: Can I have 1 1/2 lbs of pre-sliced, white American cheese please?
Boy: Oh.
The boy goes out back, grabs a blob of pre-sliced white, American cheese and proceeds to pull off big chunks until he has a pound on the scale.
Boy: Anything else?
Me: Yes. Another 1/2 lb of that please.
Boy: Oh.
The boy grabs another hunk, weighs it, bags it, tags it and hands it over.
Boy: We can't fit more than a pound of cheese in a bag.
Me: Ok.
Was I like that when I was a kid? I was in a patient mood today so I took it all with a smile. Yeah, I don't know what was wrong with me either. ;)
I'm in Presentational Speaking right now. If memory serves me correctly, I think I'll get my A.A.S degree after this class. Won't that be nice. :) I'll be continuing on of course - I don't know near enough for my liking. Then again, I'm not sure I'll ever know near enough for my liking. I'd be a professional student if I could. Can you imagine learning everything you've ever had a question about? You'd never learn it all, but boy would it be fun trying! At least I think it would.
Off to do homework before hitting the hay.
D
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