You can see the progression of my retardedness.

It’s not that I’m being lazy by posting pictures and small snippets. This is just how my life is right now (full of camera shots and poo). I was told I should at least make something up and post it, so here goes;

Last night I had a bunch of “Blue Wave; Blue Rasberry Flavored Vodka” and ginger ale, and I got really mad at the Battlestar episode because I hated it and wanted to break up with it and I flashed my neighborhood (I don’t think anyone saw but my poor nieces) because I had so much mad energy even after doing flip-flops on the lawn with Tarlie (dog’s name this week).

So you can surmise that maybe pictures are better, although I have none of last night. Also, I can’t make this stuff up, not even to make it more interesting. However, I do need more interesting braziers in case this ever happens again.

Oh geez somebody get me a cold one

Cabin with no snow, an owl with the same expression I have before 11am, and gorgeous ancient land where fossils live. Oh anywho I don’t have adjectives during the week. Last weekend knocked me into this week anyway.

If ever I should…

use “hinky” to describe crunked-up, or “buttload” for shitton, please punch me in the arm. This Idaho lingo is whack.

Happy Trails

Today Charlie (I am so bummed because I dreamed his name last night and I can’t remember what it is!) and I went to a rally for making animal abuse a felony in the state of Idaho (instead of a misdemeanor). It was located near the foothills, so we went for a hike so he could poo because he can only poo on walks. I know how he feels.

Look! No pet photos!

Let’s see, what else could I post…hmmm.

Ah, yes…Battlestar, right? Or Cruzan Vanilla Rum, Hansen’s Ginger Ale, and Knudsen’s Pineapple Juice in a Ikea glass? How about getting recalled as a temp at the evil company again (yeah for infiltrating the enemy).

Hmmm, right, yer mama.

k…kthen…

Or how about did I tell you he doesn’t have a tail?

Oh psych.

Sisters

How I love you, pissy twins.

Matching Colors

Yesterday I celebrated Cinco de Mayo by giving Chi Chi Rodriguez Sanchez Munoz Gonzalez some really good tequila, and today she is such a hungover monster.

I’ve been going on crazy fun long walks with Charlie/What’s His Name and every time I get compliments from people like, “What a nice mannered dog,” or “Good lookin dog,” or “Thanks for pulling off to the side” (bikers), or my favorite, “Yer tits look great.”

Gus, my Stray Cat, is finally coming back in for some lap time while keeping one eyeball on the sleeping dog. I think in another week or two everyone will be back to their sassy selves and dog will have his name.

Somebody Loves Yoga

He spends a total of about a half hour each day yoga stretching because I’ve been walking/hiking his ass off. And sometimes he snoozes on his back.

Beltane Chuck

I’m like Brad & Angelina; I’m going to adopt a soccer team’s worth. I decided to round out my crazy cat lady-ness with a dog companion (because I’m going to be single forever kthanks).

He already knows the cats rule the house. I visited the pound over a week ago and loved him – I had seen him on their website. He was still there a coupla days ago and I put him on hold, followed up with my landlord, and checked him out with the pound cat. He does great on a leash, doesn’t bark (fingers crossed), he’s socialized with other dogs and people including kids, and most of all – he’s such a mellow sweetheart. It will take a bit for all of us to get adjusted, and I’m still worried about leaving him all day when I go to work, but I think it will all work out. Gus is standing his ground in the yard (Gus trusts me and doesn’t run away – I’m also keeping Chuck/Charlie on a leash at all times for a while) and I’m giving Gus wet food to make amends.

He’s about 2 years-old, 55 pounds (a nice medium size, tiny compared to the previous relationship dogs), German Shepherd/Lab/Mutt. I feel safer already. I can’t wait to give him a bath. I need to get a video of the ho-bag Chi Chi Rodriguez Sanchez flirting with him – she loves his stinky dog stink.

My own little family! Someday I’ll have chickens and goats too, y’all are rolling your eyes but it’s true.