March 28, 2005
Happy Birthday, Cyrano!
Now, you are old like me. I would say your gift is in the mail but that would be a lie. It is in the back of The Jetta with last year's gift that I never got around to sending. I will try to get those mailed out sometime before your next birthday, but I can't make any promises. Just because I am irresponsible does not mean I don't love you.
How times have changed
Tonight, I boxed up my porn and sex toy collection so that I could make room for more yoga clothes in my bedside dresser.
March 24, 2005
Where to meet men
I do not know why I did not think of this when I was unattached, but strip clubs are the perfect place to pick up men. Last weekend, I was at one of our local gentlemen’s clubs with a few friends. I was standing watching a trashy looking blond (I have a thing for trashy looking blonds) writhe around the stage with my friend C. Now C has many things going for her, but the most impressive is her ability to wrap her legs behind her neck and her tits are bigger than mine. Anyway, as we were standing there these two guys approached and started chatting us up. They were good-looking, funny and one was delightfully twisted, but all I could think was where were you when I spent 3 fucking years without a date. Then I remembered where they weren’t: In the house I never left.
March 23, 2005
Only a mother . . .
Truck knows that I am sick and I am pretty sure he is trying to kill me off. I am not sure why, everyone knows he is the alpha and I am lowest ranking member of our pack.
March 07, 2005
Further proof that I am big dork.
That little mess my dad got me out of last week involved me having no car. On Saturday, I got myself a new car and I am really quite excited about it. I have been feeling for some time that SUVs are rather passé, but I do enjoy taking the boys for rides so I needed something that the boys would be comfortable in. Since I did not want another SUV, a station wagon was my only other option. So I am now driving a 2005 Jetta Wagon TDI. It has lots of fancy features and it is very roomy. The boys have not gotten to ride in it yet as I am waiting to install metal bars and a rubber liner for the back. From now on my car is to be referred to as "The Jetta". It looks just like the picture, but bigger.
March 04, 2005
Joy of Dogs
Whether I have been from home for 10 minutes or 12 hours, Pasha sits in the window waiting for me. Sometimes he falls asleep, but as soon as he sees my car he perks his head up and his tail starts wagging. After he has confirmed that it is indeed I, he alerts Truck who prefers to nap on the couch. By the time, I get to the door they have worked themselves into a frenzy. Pasha’s tail wags so hard that his whole back waves from side to side. Truck shows his delight, by doing a dance. Truck jumps into the air ands twists, very similar to a bucking bull. Just a small part of the reason I love dogs.
March 02, 2005
Monster Truck of Patriotism
I often find that I very uncomfortable with the way in which people use patriotism in relationship to daily life. I also have noticed that if one raise the questions of appropriateness of putting an American flag on a toilet seat, they are immediately branded as un-American or a supporter of terror. This weekend at the car show, the largest crowds were gathered around a monster truck painted with images of presidents, soldiers, fireman, flags, and Sept 11th. I was horrified, but people were buying posters of it and getting their picture taken in front of it. The thumbnails below open up large files, because this is the sort of thing that needs to be appreciated in high resolution. Am I the only person who finds this sort of thing offensive?
