Goyle & FUTK...

This is a sweet little picture I took this morning in bed. Goyle participating in his favorite activity... chewing. Chewing on his toys. Chewing on blankets. Chewing on me.... today he actually bit one of my boobs. Ow. Lack of sleep, lack of me time, lack of allergy pills... it's not for the faint of heart this pet parenthood thing. But it is all worth it. Right now, he's asleep (in my lap, of course) and having a dream of some sort. It's so f'in cute, I could die.

While he sleeps, I'm watching the Dixie Chicks documentary Shut Up & Sing. I would recommend it even if you are not a fan. I, personally, am not ashamed to admit that I am a fan. I own all the Dixie Chicks cd's. Their latest is in my car - still on heavy rotation almost a year later (I choose my country very carefully, I can maybe stand like < .5% of it because... well, let's just say... Fuck You Toby Keith). Anywho - the movie sort of bounces back and forth from the crazyness of the response to Natalie Maines' concert remarks to how it impacted the making of their most recent CD, Taking the Long Way. I think it's just a good reminder of how fucking lame it is to just follow and never question. Or maybe that is just my interpretation. It's the "rousing" part of my personality, I might follow you but you better give me a damn good reason (I learned that from taking the Jasper test on Monster).

So, inspired by the Dixie Chicks, that's my Sunday night advice: Always question your leaders. If you don't like their answers... bring the noise.

Puppy Love

Goyle is officially his name. It suits him, I think. He is a pretty spoiled pup so far... going to work with me and getting all sorts of extra love there. Tonight I HAD to go to Target and since I had no where else to put him, he went to puppy jail...



I don't think he appreciated it much. But I did come home with some treats for him. Including a little sweater so he won't freeze his butt off outside and a little piggy toy.



Plus, ge got some actual dog treats. The X-small sweater is still huge on him. In fact, it looks like he'll just pee on the sweater. Oh well... I also got him a cute bed, which I hope will one day be used. Right now, he's only happy sleeping on people's laps. Like now, I'm sitting on the floor and guess where he is... my ass is like super asleep and I can't move. But he's freaking adorable so I allow it...

Check it Out...

I got a puppy!


Now what do I do?

No, really. I'm already having mommy guilt. His name was Brody but after hanging with him for a few hours, I'm leaning back towards Truman. Or Linus. Or maybe something else. Yeah... I'm in trouble. He's so cute & sweet, I'd hate for him to have the wrong name.

Out of Sight, Out of Mind

Last night I was chillin' - watching a movie - when it occured to me that I have a tattoo. It's weird, forgetting something like that but I do it all the time. When I was getting my tattoo, I specifically put it out of my line of sight so that if I was to ever regret it I wouldn't have to see it all the time. Obviously, my idea was a good one... I probably won't even get around to regretting it since I barely remember it's there. But last night had me wondering how it's doing back there. Since it's a pain in the neck (literally) to look at your lower back in a mirror, I thought I'd take a picture. Which in and of itself is as not nearly as easy as I thought. I got a lot of shots with just one wing in & none of the shots is in focus but it gives me (and you) an idea...


And there you have it... my tattoo. Hmmmm, this is where I should send people when they ask to see it. Hehehe.

Almost Spring...

And my toes are all ready to go:

But Wait There's More!

I'm pretty much addicted to magazines. And UK fashion & shelter magazines totally rock. Plus, they attach the greatest & most random free things to them. I've gotten coasters, cds, etc. But this is the best yet:


That's right, bitches! Free UMBRELLA with purchase of March's Marie Claire UK edition. And it's funny because I was in dire need of a new umbrella. My last one was very nice indeed... a Monet water lilies umbrella that I had been coveting in some catalog. And I got it FREE from the lost & found at Bob Evans. But it's all broken and sad now. Lately, I've been seeing many pretty ones on various online stores. But I have a certain uncomfortableness with paying more than $10 for something that's gonna break with one strong gust of wind. So, this was perfect... $7 and I got a new adorable umbrella & a fun magazine!

Contemplation...

My friends & I checked out pound puppies this afternoon. There were so many cuties there and it made me sad that I couldn't save them ALL. I'm undecided if any of them was the one for me but now I'm even more hooked on the idea of getting a dog. It won't be long now, I'm sure. So I bought a book to prepare.

Hoodwinked...

Goodnight, John Boy

OK, John Boy is really waving hello to you all out there... also, he wants to know where his fucking overalls are. Anybody?

Seriously?

so you're having an ok friday... your work decides to let you drink during the friday meeting and so you get to get your buzz on early. the meeting ends and you chill at the office for a little bit before driving home. you drink a little water and you're good to go. next thing, you're home and ready to start your weekend for which you have many plans of being productive. you make a little dinner (whole wheat mac & cheese, baked chicken nuggets, chocolate milk). then you start to settle in for the evening with grand plans of watching a bad lindsay lohan movie (just my luck) followed by a good indie flick (thumbsucker). suddenly you start to feel a little chilly so you turn up the heat and grab yourself a blanket. then you start to feel a little more chilly so you put on your giant fluffy robe. then your head starts to hurt a bit and you get a bad feeling about all this. so you go upstairs and search for your thermometer. which you can't find anywhere. and your search isn't helped by the fact that you're full on shaking now. and you know that even if you find your tylenol, it wouldn't help to take it now. so you go back downstairs with your shaky cold achy body and you plop down on the couch with as many blankets as you can find. you might as well try to get comfy because your sick ass is gonna be there all weekend. sigh.

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