There’s a reason plumbers get paid more per hour than I can ever hope to see in this lifetime or the next as a writer. It’s because you can apparently survive without your morning paper during that brief morning interlude on the toilet before the day begins in earnest. You may be bored, but you’ll survive. On the other hand, if that toilet isn’t working…well, there you have it. That’s why they get paid so well. And are so worth it. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a morning paper to peruse.
My dogs are almost trainable
I have replaced 99% of the carpeting in my house with fake tile and pergo flooring in order to make it more pet friendly. Actually, more owner friendly since it’s so much easier to clean messes off of fake tile and pergo. So why do my dogs persist in finding that 1% of carpeting left in the house when they want to barf or drag their butt across the floor? And why can some people train their dogs to do an entire dance with them and I can barely train my dogs to give me enough leg room that I’m
Movies I saw this weekend
Juno – cute but seriously, in what world is that even minimally close to the reality of teen pregnancies.
There Will Be Blood – watched the whole thing and still can’t figure out why the Day-Lewis character was so damned mad. Was he just another drunk? And his kid… who was holding him at the beginning of the movie? Was that his dad? What happened to him? Do I really care?….hmm, interestingly not.
Michael Clayton – ohmygod…a literate, intelligent movie with dialog that you actually have to pay attention to and isn’t just filler between explosions. If George Clooney hadn’t
Do I really have to explain turn signals again?
If you are planning to turn, put your turn signal on BEFORE you are halfway through the turn. Damn! Is that really such a hard concept?
A simple question that must be asked
Have Ashcroft and Rumsfeld gone into the witness protection program? Shouldn’t they have to face the public and answer for what they did to America? One thing though, please don’t let Ashcroft sing that damn eagle soaring song. I’m diabetic and take insulin and can’t afford to barf up my meals.
Spring cleaning
I had my deck power washed and stained yesterday. Now it’s cleaner than my house. If I were my mother, this would make me crazy. But I’m not. I am perfectly content to spend my time on the clean deck and let the house keep all its dog hair.
Go see….
Ironman. Who’d have thought at my advanced age I’d find myself loving a movie based on a comic book hero I never heard of before the movie came out? But damned if it isn’t a really good movie. Robert Downey Jr. has always been one of my favorite actors, though his side trip into hell definitely added to that appeal for me….I have always liked my men damaged and dangerous which is why I no longer date. Anyhow, there are few movies I’m willing to see in the theater because of the ridiculous price of a ticket and popcorn versus
What the hell are they putting in Wheat Thins nowadays?
I had some for a snack before I went to bed last night. I dreamed about our former governor, our current US Senator and vegetables. Yes, vegetables. They played a very important part in the dream and neither politician was seemingly able to grasp the importance of vegetables to America’s security. Seriously, what the hell are they putting in Wheat Thins anymore?
Hmmmmmm
After my dogs are through with their morning bathroom call in the yard, they do that lovely doggie thing of scrapping the dirt with their paws and trying…at least in their minds…to cover up what they just did. I always thought that was so silly, especially since nothing ever really gets covered up. Then I got up from my morning break today, reached under the bathroom cabinet, pulled out the air spray and spritzed the bathroom. And as I did so, I found myself wondering if I was all that far removed from my dogs. Aren’t we both, in essence,
The empty mew
I go to Bird TLC for my shift today and will once again have to pass by One Wing’s empty mew. Dr. Scott says if you want to send a message to someone who has passed on, you send it on the wings of an eagle. So here’s the message I want to send to my mom and dad – it was Philip’s fault! Everything naughty that happened when we were kids, Philip either did or thought up. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.