noun:
the 19th letter of the Hebrew alphabet
How’s this for a Scrabble word? Yes, that is a Q and no U! It is all very legit, I promise. Now, if I can only remember this during a game…. I know, I’ll use it in a sentence three times today for practice. Ummmm. No.
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bird feeder. Yes, it’s time for more about our wirehaired pointing griffon, Becca, our dearly loved family pooch, also known as walnut brain or LTK.
It seems that we have somehow mistakenly encouraged her to bark away the birds from our bird feeder posted off the side of our deck. I am SURE we started off sarcastically, as in “ooooo, better go get those birds, you fierce hunting dog you!” as we opened the door to the deck. She began charging and barking at the birds on the feeder. Then, she began charging the feeder even if there were NO birds. Now, she will not only charge the feeder, she alternates between barking at the empty feeder and BITING the post it hangs from. I am so proud. I am also wondering if she is getting splinters in her gums.
This dog is 5 1/2 years old. This should qualify as proof that you can teach an old dog a new (stupid) trick. Now, how to unteach it…..
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Would anyone call CPS if they found Kid with one of these on?
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[warning: moodiness] I write a blog, two blogs, actually. I read a few, too. At first, it is fun to read other blogs. Then, I get depressed. It’s as if there are infinite voices all talking at once with no one really listening at all. All those lists and links to each other. Click. Click. Click. Does anyone really care or is it the equivalent of handing out business cards in a crowd at ladies’ night? Thanks, real special. Call me (see: thumb to my ear, pinky finger to my mouth). Or worse, the equivalent of graffiti on holographic walls?
Sigh.
And so, we go on, talking out loud to ourselves. Are there other bloggers who feel this way? Or is there some party out there that I am not in on?
Sigh.
Is it a full moon?
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Another season, another what the f*%$@?? Two words: Melinda Doolittle. Two more words: American Idol. How do you explain that Melinda is not in the finals? America, as a whole, is not known for its refined taste? Maybe democracy is not such a good idea? Lowest common denominator in charge? Teenagers taken over? Voting fraud? Somehow Howard Stern (either one) is to blame, yes? Is there someone we can have fired? I just may not watch the finals. So there. Well, my Tivo will probably record it, but I am not going to watch it. Probably not. I don’t think.
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Here’s my afternoon activity this Wednesday–
In thirty minutes:
-came home from the grocery store, unloaded groceries
-made a sandwich for me and Kid (hers, grilled cheese)
-had to move car that was just parked in driveway to make way for incoming delivery truck
-Kid had large, noisy poop experience (in potty, yay) accompanied by massive OVERusage of t.p.
-toilet now clogged, bathroom messy
-plunger lost and not found in garage, cabinets, kitchen
-unattended, remaining half of sandwich no longer remaining, as eaten by bad dog.
Do I win as queen of multi-tasking crap happening? ;-o
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Our pushy dog has been loving her dad laid up in bed with a broken leg. It’s much easier to beg and steal food on an even playing field. When she stands on the bed, everything is “on the floor” and up for grabs in her mind. The other day, the dog watched as her master had a sandwich from a baggie on the bed. The bag sat a couple of inches out of reach from his hand. Dog, realizing this, snatched a corner of the bag and slowly pulled it across the comforter a little more out of dad’s way.
“Don’t you do it! Don’t you do it!” he shouted helplessly. Dog, understanding, upped the pace, sucked the sandwich out of the baggie and ate it while her master laid there, trapped, with his foot elevated and covered by multiple bags of ice.
Man’s best friend.
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