so m sitting in the bathrm, postg, just cause i can. how crazy is this, u can post from anywhere? course, have 2 b 160 word or less, but still - while peeing!

okay, i know this may seem lame, but just checking out how this works.

so i'm posting from my phone. how weird is that? ah, technology!

Meet the Peanut.

This is Rosebud, or Rosie, more commonly called the Peanut, or simply the Nut. Also the Kielbasa, cause she's a chubby little thing.  I love this pic cause she looks like such an angel, and while she is a sweetie, I'm not sure about 'angel'.  This must be a week or so after I picked her up from the Humane Society - this particular one a four hour drive to BFE - and if you look you can see that there's some hair lacking from her ear.  But that's grown in now, and her tail looks less rat-like, and since her hair overall has been growing, we're starting to place bets on how long the hair on the rest of her body may become.

She is a growl-y little thing, less so than when we got her, though, and she is a barker, like all dachshunds.  She sits at night in the family room, looking into the solarium, which is dark, barking at nothing.  I explain it away as seeing lights reflecting on the glass, and reacting to those, but between you and me, I think she's just a wackadoodle.  Don't tell her I said that!

I'm Falling Apart

Have you noticed, as you've gotten older, that things don't seem as tight as they once were?  Skin sags, things seem to be come disconnected or damaged more easily?  Man, I am totally there.  I've always had bad feet, gained a bad back a few years ago, have some permanent damage from that, and now I've got this rib that keeps popping out of place.  If you've never had this, it's an annoying pain of sufficient intensity to make it seem entirely reasonable to call your chiropractor at home at 2 a.m. and demand his immediate presence.   So that's where I am - rib out of place.  And thinking that, as convenient and wonderful as it is to have my own private IT guy in my sweetie, I really should've dated until I found a chiropractor.

It being a weeknight, I'm going to close on that note.  Work in the a.m., you know??

Communion

Well, it's been a wasted weekend.  Only good if you like dog hair coating your very existence.  Friday was spent working, writing my first blog, and, of course, breathlessly awaiting the arrival of the trash men.   Yesterday was spent washing and drying and chopping and bagging various food items for a party that is today, at my BFF's house, and then today, of course, is the party.  So, high in fun quotient (do chopping, washing, drying with friends and it's still fun), but low in cleanliness quotient, or furthering other needs of my own, like getting my last two boxes from the Fiance's ManCave in the basement.

Ah, well.  What's a girl to do?

Last night, in continuing pursuit of accomplishing absolutely nothing, the Fiance and I went off to see 'Prince of Persia', which was a video game he played often in his youth, apparently.  Honestly, it was a lovely movie.  Five stars, Hollywood at it's finest.  In it's way, it was like watching a great old adventure movie from the '40s, just with better special effects.  The story was good, and the Fiance, who annoyingly figures out the ending to the movie five minutes in, had no idea exactly where it would end up (apparently he played the game, but never reached the end, if, indeed, the movie has a similar ending), the sets were great, the costumes were great, the actors were pretty, there were battles and fighting, but no need to see entrails, lots of blood, or generalized goriness - enough to know people were dying, but no wallowing in the deaths.   Would totally see it again.  And this from a person who's taken to just walking out of movies if  things become too disturbing (much to the Fiance's annoyance).

Then we came home and watched the 'Dr. Who' we'd recorded via magic of the DVR.  Ever seen Dr. Who?  It's a British show, the longest running sci-fi show in the world, and the Fiance has been watching it since he was in his nappies, practically, in England.  He turned me onto it when we started dating, and it's now a fav.  High reco's on it, too, if you want to waste an hour or so, though I am sorry you'll miss the David Tennant years of the Doctor, a human-looking alien called a Time Lord, who has an affinity for planet Earth and it's people and can travel throughout the galaxy and throughout time as he chooses in a blue Police Call Box that is deceptive in its outer look.  Yes, I know, it all sounds very odd, but it's fun and at times thought-provoking.  The Doctor changes every once in a while, going through a 'regeneration' on the show, and he suddenly looks completely different but with the same memories - thus the reason it can be such a long running show.  Anyway, check it out if you have a free hour - BBCAmerica.

Well, enough with the malingering, I have to go help do party setup.  So I will chat with you all later.  Doggies are, astounding enough, quiet, due to the fact they are al on the couch, asleep.  But as soon as I stand, that will change.

Later -

Day One, Trash Talk

So, my first post.  I've given some thought to this whole concept, yet I know it's a discovery-in-progress - what do I want to talk about, what do I not, what should be revealed, how openly should I discuss certain issues?  So, welcome to the development process - come along with me!

Today we're sitting around, waiting for the garbage men to come.  Okay, no, I'm not on a lawn chair in the driveway, actively awaiting their arrival.  In fact, much of the day I wasn't giving them a lot of thought.  But it's 5:50 PM, and they usually are here 7-8 AM.  See a problem?  Yes, perhaps that 10 hour difference.

AAAAAHHHH, and as I write that, they show up.  In a larger-than usual truck, might I add. 

I realize that may seem like nothing, but I did not want to have to drag the cans back up to the trash, let me tell you!!

Plus, we'd had these baby birds in a birdhouse, and I found that they'd died last Saturday.  It was so very sad, because we'd been so thrilled that the mother and father house wrens had decided to nest there again.  But when I came home last week and walked near it, a cloud of flies appeared, and there was this smell...

I opened the birdhouse and pulled their tiny little bodies out, and bought a new birdhouse, as I can only assume no one would want to nest there again.  I put their little bodies into the trash, and they were adding nothing to the ambiance of the garage, and I was reminded of my sad task each time I went in there.  So, they have gone off to the great beyond, literally this time.

Well, on that happy note, I can't imagine you won't want to stop back at see what's up at Casa Barking Dogs again. 

My sweetie's home - the dogs are reacting more than normal.  So, talk to you soon -