Dog's Best Friend Forever

This toy, covered in slobber, is my dog's best friend. If you want to really exhaust a working dog out, this toy is the one you want. It makes the biggest shriek possible, even when it gets filled with drool. I use it for up hill fetch. Find a tall, steep hill, and let the dogs loose. Wookie starts to lie down mid hill and crawl back to me (I know she is pooched). It is thrown twice more (so I end the game), and she is allowed to carry it home. Then it is washed and put away for next time (I have to hide it otherwise, she barks for it).

Pink Floyd The Wall - Pink Floyd - Comfortably Numb

Pink Floyd - Goodbye Blue Sky

Gotta see this movie again, I have had the whole record in my head lately.

Project Follicle has run it's course. I would take pictures, but considering there are people out there that have weird fetishes, I wouldn't want them staring at my hairy legs. The second wave of growth has come in. When I was at my friend's house having my hair done with Gibbles, I showed her the horror. I asked her if she would "wax these", from the look on her face, I could tell that she was COMPLETELY mortified. It's not like I am growing them out for good, or for "sheer" laziness. I was trying to strong arm my husband into laser hair removal by being passive aggressive. Anyhow, my HD is the most organized, neat, individual EVER. As WB said, she probably was fret with thoughts on my tooth picks. A few days later I got a call, it was a social one, but she said, "when do you want to make that waxing appointment", I replied "you have been thinking about them, haven't you, do you have twelve hours?" Saturday is the big day. It's going to kill. Knowing HD, she will do a thorough and tidy job. Unlike the one time I got waxed, and they left a strip of barbed wire in a very bad place that I couldn't see unless I contorted, but other's could see if I wore shorts (which is not very often).

We had a behavioural assessment today. . .not for me, but for Wookie. I thought, maybe I should have had one after some idiot decided to not only scrunch his bumper into a hydro pole tether line and then proceed to bang my truck with his door. I was eating a big sandwich at the time (no mayo of course), quite tasty, and saw the guy pull up, bang into the line and then open his door into my truck, then get a beer at the bar. I had my handy dandy camera, and took pictures from inside the pub of his van, ran out and checked my truck (it was fine), and then came inside and finished my lunch with Addled. Anyhow, the BA was for problem barking. It was done by a vet that had never met Wookie at all. The barking is attention seeking, even though, she gets a lot of exercise and attention. The sound will shatter glass. She was deemed as a very gentle, non aggressive, non nervous dog. I told the vet that even though she looked like a real meanie, she was a dork. She said she could see that as she was completely slobbered on, and licked from stem to stern. Wookie just loves attention. I already knew that she was awesome, but, as far as the barking went, we have done everything we can do in our situation. Living with "special" people next door, and people who like to drink next door and then stand on our property and talk to the dogs, does not help. So, I am to continue with the "speak and quiet" commands with each of the dogs individually. I had really been nervous about this appointment, someone out of nowhere assessing my dog, and possibly judging her in an alien environment, but it went great. I got some really good tips, and tricks and some answers. Edit. . .Damn it. I forgot my day planner in the restaurant. My whole life in detail is in that book. Like EVERYTHING. When I called the restaurant I said that I "may have left a day planner at lunch". The lady on the phone said "YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS", in a very odd way, not like YIPPEE yes. But a long drawn out "YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS, I think you are one crazy woman" yes. I bet the whole thing was read. Great. I am going to have to attach that thing to my purse.

Demetri Martin -

Bob sent me this gem. . .

After some beautiful days, it is now cold, damp and rainy. The rain is needed, and it will help green things up. There are buds on the trees and when you look into the patches of woodlots dotting the area, you can see that yellow tinge from a distance. Yesterday, I removed all my Engleman's Ivy from the side of the house and draped it around the dog run. I am hoping it takes off like wild fire and prevents the dogs from seeing people walking by. I have the sonic beeper attached to the fence, but it does not have any effect on the barking. On Saturday night, we tried to watch "30 Days of Night", I was told that it was beyond scary. I only twitched once. As Addled said, after watching The Devils Rejects, every horror movie since has been soft in comparison. The Devil's Rejects was the most disturbing movie I have ever seen in my entire life. As a warning to anyone, do not rent it, it's not only gross, but a complete mind fuck. Anyway, we actually had to go upstairs to try and watch the movie. The dogs were barking in their crates, and then upon taking them out of their crates, Onyx got very upset at the screaming from the speakers during the first 52 minutes of the show. He can't handle horror, he could not take his eyes off the screen. So we put classical music on for him and sequestered ourselves upstairs. I also got "28 Days Later", the deluxe edition of "A River Runs Through It", and "Sideways". Now, I just loved the actual story written by Norman Maclean "A River Runs Through It" was based on, loved the movie, and when I saw it at A Beat Goes On, I indulged. Today, I think we are going to visit Adam's grandmother. She is in a home, from what we have been told, she is not going to make it. Poor thing. She is ninety years old. Remembering the first time I met her, she had a glow of absolute beauty~~ the aura of complete goodness, a softness, and light. She is not eating or possibly not drinking at this point, and not getting out of bed. I cannot imagine what Grandpa is going through at this time. They love each other so much, it breaks your heart. She was doing relatively well at Christmas, but now, we have been told, things are going downhill quickly.

It's a damn PD day in the middle of the week. You would think I would be happy, I thought last night as I watched some late night television, that I would be sleeping in. Nope. Addled woke me up again, Mr. Captain Underpants. I swear, he was flexing his arms and pectorals, in his tighty whiteys, while I tried to nod back off. "Look at the guns, Lisa", "Look at my muscles". Then he does the peck flexes. He has been proud of his pecks ever since some guy mentioned them at work. Men are so weird.

Really I am not wearing a sporran, it's my handy dandy treat bag. (Actually, in terms of definition it is the Gaelic word for pouch). Onyx won first place at puppy school in the combo trials, and second place in recalls. Second place because I forgot to do a "watch me" command so they added ten seconds on to my time. Still the horny little man did well, and was very happy with his results (as you can see by his red rocket). I dragged both girls with me. In a few weeks it's Wookie's turn.

Russell Peters - Show Me The Funny (Part 2)

Russell Peters: Show Me The Funny (Part 1)

Not much news here. Nothing of interest to report. It's going to be hot and sunny today, I am still grumbling about being a redneck, literally, I forgot sunscreen, and now my neck is a shade of burgandy. My house is a disaster, I can't for the life of me find all my tax info. I know I put stuff away in a "special" spot, thought I was being extremely organized at the time, and now, it's missing. It's the RRSP shit too. My email inbox is a freaking disaster zone. I had not remembered to add Addled's email info, and now I have 273 messages on top of mine that are all bungled up. It was so much easier without the computer. I am so sick to death of penis enlargement and mac airbook laptop notifications. I was going to resume painting the floor of the porch today BUT there is a 40 percent chance of rain. I am not sure if I should even try to attempt it or just buckle down and try to concentrate harder than an orange, and just get the stuff that I should be doing done. I tell you, I am like a kid with ADHD, who ate red dye and a box of Fruit Loops.

Charlie bit my finger - again!!

Charlie bit my finger - again !

No Addled, You Do Not Have A Soft Spot

My attention span is akin to a flea, so I have not been posting, plus I am irritable. Yesterday, Wookie went under the knife and had her spay operation. I went to pick her up, and I swear she thinks that I personally performed the alteration. Right now, she is lying in her crate, looking at me with narrowed eyes. Onyx, and Stella have been paying vigil by her. I have to keep her separated from the other dogs, so Onyx will not bother her stitches. Onyx has decided to go on a hunger strike, as his mother is sedate. He won't leave her side (well, he is lying in the crate next to her). Stella strolls by and snorts. This morning, Tibbles squeezed into an electric orange shirt that was so tight, it looked like she was a day-glo stuffed sausage. Gibbles told her that it was too tight for school, then all hell broke loose. Emo versus Tween Queen. Words flew, and although I did not take part in the altercation of words and snotty looks, Tibbles again, marched to school without waving. There are still little lumps of snow, remnants of the winter, but I have tulips and other plants poking up through the grass and my "garden". I use the term "garden" loosely, because, to me it looks like a piece of shit. I think I am going to pull up all my Rose of Sharron's and replant them elsewhere. They are by the fence and were crushed by the heavy snow. My side yard is absolutely covered in pine cones. Not little ones, but long thin phallic ones (well I guess pine cones are a misnomer, because they are spruce cones). Puppy class tonight. I haven't done my homework. Too busy, too sick. There is a horrendous bug around Blyth, some people have lost their voices (I hope more do, like specific ones), others have been drowning in phlegm. My Nose Netti is banking overtime hours. I have learned C, G, F, D, C7, F7, G7 on the mandolin. Just chords, no songs. I came clean to Adam regarding his fontanel, I am not sure if I had mentioned that I told him that his soft spot had not fully filled in. He was under the impression for weeks that I could off him at will. (Like sticking my thumb into a raspberry pie). After all these years together, you would think that he wouldn't take me seriously. It came up at the luncheon at WB's. . .her sister took me seriously when I said he "had not calcified", Addled was sitting next to me and WB and I were just killing ourselves.

Michael Rubin and Scott Gates at Mandolin Symposium 2007

Wow, these kids are amazing. . .I am still trying hard to learn chording. Adam can play the mandolin now like a madman, he is awesome, he can play by ear. Lucky bastard.

Lisa is AwOl

Lisa is awaiting a power unit because her computer is dead.  She can't get e-mail or entertain you for a while.  Poor Lisa.