Archive | September, 2011

My Dingo ate your… ahhh, nevermind.


Twitch…twitch…t w i t c h…… That would be my eyelids. Twitching. Tired. Stressed. That’s what happens when I get stressed. Why am I stressed? I am so glad you asked. The neighbors dog. It’s lucky to be alive. The little, black, hairy creature is not on my “favorite furry critters” list right now. Normally it […]

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Facebook: I hate your guts.


Man, I must be popular!! I woke up to 57 notifications on Facebook this morning! A week or so ago, I would have 3 or 4. I even went through all the steps of eliminating “things” I did not want to see. I have checked and unchecked….deleted, marked, erased, made lists, and frankly…even had some “come to Jesus” conversations with my screen. […]

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O’ Stinky One


There’s been a dead opossum on my front sidewalk for a couple of days. Dingo must have drug it up to show off her trophy. I was becoming disturbed about it being there but at the same time I did NOT want to touch it . I was simply hoping it would “vanish.” And vanish… it […]

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Pinto’s, Mavericks, & Ustom Cab’s…Oh My!


Harvest Gold Ford Pinto. Brown Ford Maverick. Red Dodge Ustom Cab (the first letter “C” had fallen off the emblem and it was hanging there, not unlike a dangling participle.) I pretended it was really the “Lil Red Express” style instead….A girl could dream right??

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Elisabeth


My firstborn. The child gave me fits before she ever came out. I puked on her father at Carl’s Jr. in the drive-thru. I mean, when a pregnant woman tells you that a bacon-mushroom, double-down, triple cheese, $6 burger doesn’t sound good at the time….well, you should put your own “wants” aside and head for wherever she […]

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Wishing today was yesterday.


To watch the faces of our children light up. To show them that there is life outside of video games and cell phones. To hear the crows in the trees. To have dirty feet, and no one cares. To sit and watch the deer walk right up to you. To feel the wind brushing across the water […]

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Showdown @ the “Titty Tat” Corral


This morning I went out to the garage and left the door open and someone (whom shall remain nameless…) with a furry, crooked tail, decided to sneak in :  “HEY…MAYBE IF I DON’T “LOOK” AT HER, SHE WON’T NOTICE ME.” But much to Dingo’s chagrin, she was being “watched.” Watched by the Queen of the […]

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