Voters to decide on naming sewage plant for Bush

but, sewage plants take poo and purify it, so it isn't really fitting.

If only people would park between the white lines.
It really isn't that hard, even I can.
And know that in no parking lot in the USofA
is a SUV considered a compact car.
You Lexus and Volvo station wagons,
are pushing the limits of "compact" too.

And I realize that a woman may not want to put
her naked butt where another butt once was.
So lift the damn lid and you guys please aim better.
Puddles of pee on the toilet are yucky.
And most importantly "if it is yellow let it mellow"
does not apply to public bathrooms.

And NO I will not buy a magazine subscription
to send you and your friends to Europe.
Don't look at me as if I deprived you.
I haven't gone either.
When I get to go then I might then buy one
but from someone less snotty.

Furthermore bicyclists...you aren't pedestrians.
If you want to roll with the big guys,
obey the laws we big guys have to.

From gazelleonscrack. Got almost exact percentages as her, so I can't say I AM A COLD FREAK because then I would be saying she is one too.

But I feel like one anyway!

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I knew she reminded me of someone.

I told you rats were cool.

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We have a California King bed, it is HUGE and tall, at least 2 and a half feet high. It accommodates varying sleep hours/patterns for all members of the family (human and otherwise). Last night I was sleeping with Jaki quietly curled up next to my head (his favorite spot, though a bummer for me since he steals a lot of pillow space) and Lily at the other end of the bed. Lily learned by herself that the feet area was the appropriate space to be for a growing dog. And as soon as Ruby wakes up at some point in the night and crawls next to me Lily is there at the end of the California King to protect her young human ward from whatever evil might befall her.

Some watch dog, Lily started sleeping so soundly that BOOM CRASH BANG she falls off the high bed. Humiliated she just crawls into her crate nearby (is it a "crate" when you take the door off?). Jaki next to me suddenly starts purring contentedly. I think that was Jaki way of giggling "tee hee, the dog fell off the bed. Stupid dog."

I saw a homeless woman talking on the cellphone.  She was filthy and wrapped in dirty blankets and sitting in front the the social security office.  She was saying "I love you, talk to you later."

I tried to rationalize it, if you don't have a home a cell phone would be the only way people could contact you.  But where would the bill be sent too?  A PO Box?  Would SSI cover it?

"I love you, talk to you later".

"I love you, talk to you later".

She was just talking into a discarded cell phone. 

Yesterday

I was in the hall talking to Coworker #1 when Coworker #2 appeared running frantically towards us.  Coworker #2 usually is polite and quiet, but at that moment she was in a panic. "Oh my god! There is a roach in the bathroom!"

Unimpressed, I said, "Oh neat," and turned back to what had to be an interesting conversation with Coworker #1.

But she continued, "It is HUGE...HUGE!  I can't pee with a HUGE roach in the bathroom."

"All right," I sighed. "I'll go kill it." 

"You aren't scared? It is HUGE."  She made a guttural sound to emphasize the HUGENESS of this creature.

"I'm no California bug wimp."

I also am not in favor of killing defenseless animals, but hell, this was a roach. Those buggers have such a survival  advantage over me I didn't feel too bad about the impending murder. And although it meant no real harm to Coworker #2,  I knew what it was like to have to pee.  This roach had to die. I hunted down the roach in the bathroom and it was big for a California roach specie but fortunately it was wingless (unlike the beauties in Louisiana) and easy to corner.  I gave it a few good whacks with a broom to kill it.  Big California Road (BCR)  flipped over with its twiggy legs twitching the last throes of its life. So sad. Was this enough for Coworker #2?  No. She said she couldn't pee with a dead roach in the bathroom so I swept it out to the hall whacking it a few more times to insure that it was dead. Coworker #2 then demanded that BCR be thrown outside (apparently she is unable to walk in the hall with its corpse either).  I swept it to the front concrete steps.  She wanted it across the yard into the bushes. I golf-swung this unusually BCR into to the bushes, just missing some passersby. Mission accomplished.

Note that Coworker #1 stayed back in her office.  At least Coworker #2 delegated. Note that I can pee with a roach in the bathroom, or a mouse, I did it for Coworker #2. That is the kind of person I am. That was my good deed for the week.

Today:

Today I had my six month regular dental cleaning, When my dental hygienist started poking she noted my gums bled.  I lost my dental floss thus my gums were in flossing arrears. Since I wouldn't own up to this my (new) dental hygienist suggested I make an appt for a deep cleaning.

She said , "If you are flossing regularly like I know you always do your gums shouldn't bleed."  Then she promptly wiped my gums with a deadening agent so she could take pocket depth measurements for my next session.  I still didn't correct her. Having my gums numbed reminded me back when I did drugs. I admit I never cared much for the high effects of drugs, but I remembered how fun the mouth numbness felt. Now I am pretty excited about going for the deep cleaning next month.

I am so good now I can only get jollies from dental procedures. How pathetic is that?

7 year old female corn snake.

from gynocide

9 As a 1930s wife, I am Very Poor (Failure) Take the test!

And I'm only marginally better as a husband:

20 As a 1930s husband, I am Very Poor (Failure) Take the test!

Thank you for applying to the ING New York City Marathon 2008. We're sorry to inform you that you were not selected in the random lottery drawing. Although we wish everyone could be accepted, we have to limit the size of the field to ensure the best experience for each of our runners.

So I guess I'll stick close to home and do the hilly Nike Marathon. Meep.

You'd think they spent the morning chasing mice and herding sheep.

My Aunt Emma died yesterday.  I did not know her well so I can't say I'll miss her, but it is sad nonetheless. 

I wrote this last year after I met her for the first time.

So many butts, so little time. Lily runs with a new friend.



Best thing: Ruby & Lily's relationship. She is a girl and her dog.

My *baby*!! sob sob

She used to look like this:

kittypix and dog_lovers make me happy.

As seen on red_silk_robe 's diary:

AMAZING dog talent:



I wonder if Lily is going to be about that size or bigger as whatever else she is mixed with.  The shelter says Border Collie size, the vet says otherwise.  Who do I believe?  People that rescue border collie mixes or vets that have seen it all???  Does it really matter?  No, just curious.