early

Ohhh, that feeling of getting up too early.  Burning eyes, every little noise grating on you, the distinct impression that you went to bed 20 minutes ago….Well it’s worth it.  I needed a reason to get up early in the morning.  A catalyst for change, so to speak.  I’m glad I don’t have to nurse that puppy haha. That would suck.  No pun intended.

Alpha puppy smackdown

Prince and Jake.  Jake and Prince. 

 They finally started playing this weekend.  Albeit unwillingly on Prince’s part. 

 Jake backs him into a corner as though someone already whispered to his little puppy ear that he’d be growing up bigger than Prince.

 

 Prince came out of the corner and barked and snarled at the puppy,  and then, tried to hump his face. 

 

 

 uhhh…yeah.  I don’t have those pictures.  It wouldn’t be in good taste. lol. 

 

 

 

 There’s something so cool about having a puppy again.  I took him outdoors and played on the front lawn. 

 

 

 He looks at me with complete and utter trust.  I love that feeling. 

 

Something needs me. 

 Hey, at least it wasn’t

 a “save the marriage~baby” right?  (oops, did I say that out loud?)

 

 

 I love taking care of Jake.  He’s pretty darn mellow for a pup.    But it tickles me to see Prince finally at least interacting with the puppy. 

 

 

He’ll come to the kitchen where the puppy is sequestered safely  at night. 

 

 If Jake is hollering, Prince will poke his nose in and see about him. 

At other times, Prince will look at me like, “Can’t you do anything about his whining, mommy?”

 

 

  Dog lovers know what I mean.  Dogs can speak with a look, and the seemingly vicious sounding barks and snarls are nothing more than posturing for the alpha male.

 

Prince knows he would never hurt the baby dog. 

Even when Jake bit a chunk of fur off Prince’s rump.

 

Drying Prince off with a towel last night after his hair cut:

 I ♥ Puppies.

 I ♥ Puppies.

 I ♥ Puppies.

 I ♥ Puppies.

Sunday Photo Essay~Field Royalty

 

 

 

Photo Essay~What’s the friggin’ point?

This photo essay is in answer to single for a reason ’s what’s the friggin’ point? challenge.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

If I blinked I would’ve missed it

 

There’s advantages to having a puppy.     Like having to take them outside every couple hours.  I grabbed my camera as fast as I could knowing that in the time it took Jake to find a spot to do his business, this masterpiece would be long gone.  Where the indigo meets the warmth of the sun, is where I never am at 5:30 a.m.

I felt privileged.  Thank you God.  Thanks Jake.

Local Knowledge Necessary

This is a response to Pat Coakley of Single for a Reason, challenge: Local Knowledge Necessary

 

 Photo: Copyright@2008 Sweetiegirlz

     “Which road should I take?”

 

     Doesn’t Matter, all of them lead to something breathtaking not usually experienced by the exponentially multiplied.

      The question is not what you look at but what you see” ~George Tice

 

       When shall I come?

 

       Just don’t come when the sky is green and the air is still.  You may get lost on the

“idiot’s merry-go-round”

 

    What shall I look for then?

 

Oh, look for Helianthus,   and  warriors who now lay silent, trod upon by beasts whose name they carry.

And a waifish child with a third eye.

      

    

 

 

 

Guess what I got!

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Introducing:  JAKE

We “got” a baby today. 

 He’s 6 week old Jake, a Black Lab Mix. 

 

When I got up today,  which was late, in the afternoon even. 

 I had that mood.

  It’s the kinda mood that women get sometimes and then they go get their hair cut off, or they buy new shoes, or they eat a whole pack of oreo cookies. 

 Only, I didn’t.  I mean I couldn’t.

 

 

  I happened to look in the paper for free doggies because I have been looking for a playmate for Prince.  We found a lady that had an ad in the paper for 10 kittens, and 8 puppies.  Yah, I KNOW. 

 

 

 And she was your stereo-typical cat lady too, only she had dogs and puppies too. 

 She herself was a character.  A sweet lady who lived with her daughter in a two bedroom cramped house. 

 

 The busy looking yard was filled with garden ornaments, wind toys, and kitties. 

LOTS of kitties. 

 

Adult cats, medium cats and tiny kittens, amoung pie plates of kitty food, and moistened cat food. 

It was “Kitty-topia” 

 

 They eyed me.  They ran away, only the tiny kittens stayed around to be held. 

All this before the front door! 

 

 

 Once inside 3 adult dogs met us at the door and 2 more adult dogs outside, along with the 8 pups. 

 The yard had plenty of shelter, buckets of water and again the moistened food filled pie plates. 

 

 

 What pup to pick?  aaaggh the agony. 

 

 

The mommy puppy apparently had weak genes because she was tan and every las one of her children were jet Black.

 

 

 Wow, dat’s some strong father genes!!  According to the mother, the dog in question wasn’t even one of the 4 on the property.  It had been a stray.  Hellooooooo…time to spay and neuter.

 

  Anyhoo, we chose one, but the look on the mother’s face omg,  I looked right in her eyes and told her, “we’ll take good care of him, mommy”  

 

 I wondered over and over how these 2 elderly ladies (about ages 80 and 60) could possibly take care of allll those animals.  But they all seemed well fed and watered and sheltered.  That wasn’t the problem. 

 

 The problem was,  someone should have really done some birth control here.  But, it’s not my world ya’ know?

 

 

  We named our little cute baby, “Jake”  after several runner up names.

 

 

  Prince you know is soooo well he’s so jealous!  It’s taken him several hours but he now “tolerates” Jake getting within a few inches of him! 

 

 He didn’t take too kindly to Jake trying to find a “nipple” under Prince’s belly to nurse from.

 

 Silly puppy, good way to lose your face!

 

  Jake is pretty much conditioned to pee and poo outside already, so training him should be a breeze.  Every one, meet Jake:

 

The tail end of re-tail

So I was emailing my mom and I told her that Doug was freaking out about me not working yet.  It’s been a whole 2 months you see.  and then my MOM writes back:

“Isn’t his pay enough? WOW!”

 

OUCH.  But I know she didn’t mean anything by it.  It was quite innocent. 

 

 

Yesterday, I found out that the store on post is hiring. 

 

 They are always hiring, and that people is usually not a great sign. 

 I think I have made my disdain of Retail jobs known already. 

 

 I’d sooner sit in a chair and knock myself on the head with a hammer for 8 hours.  At least I’d know at one point I’d pass out eventually.

 

Retail or customer service just sucks.  

 I’d also rather work in a bar, at least I know that serving drinks, I’d eventually get a “drunken” tip. 

 

My daughter is 19 and is a hostess/waitress at a restaurant.  Recently, a good looking man gave her 100 dollar tip.  After much arguing with the man and trying to give his money back, she finally accepted it and went to six flags with her friends with it, on her birthday.

 

  She’s really better than me, I would’ve taken the money within 2.5 seconds. 

 Then she tells me, “Mom, he’s like 40 years old.” 

 

I said, “Are you CRAZY?  What’s his phone number?”

 

 

  But retail…. retail, there’s just no better place for people to act their worst. 

   In California, we had crazy customers, so many in fact, that at one point, I thought someone was filming a reality T.V. show. 

 

 

~There was the couple that had sex in the store, and left the condom on our floor

 

~The boozing shoplifters,

 

~ the eaters that leave half a hamburger in our shelves

 

~The customers that take a crap on the store restroom floor

 

~the idiots who egged us in our own store

 

~The customers that came in wasted and hit on us

 

~Oh yeah, and the oxycontin robber in the pillowcase mask,with the 12 inch bowie knife.

 

  Yep, retail is great.  That is not even counting the brain dead customers who shoplift stuff and for a full refund will return your own stuff to the store for you.

Gahhhh, did I really work in that place????  I should’ve been to counseling after working there. 

 

 

The only highpoint of that employment was seeing HIM:

Yep, in wanders Tyrese Gibson (Transformers, 2fast2furious, Musician) at 3 a.m.  Yahoooo!!! Meeting my first celebrity: Priceless

 

 

 This pic was taken by my supervisor on his cell phone.  My supervisor was nervous.  I wasn’t.  Tyrese is a super cool, laid back fella.  He’s not stuck up at all, he talks to you like you matter.

 

 

 

 

 Below are a couple of pics I found on the www of him.

  

12 months ago: In this photo provided by Hasbro, Tyrese Gibson, who plays USAF Master Sgt. Epps in the movie ‘Transformers,’ listens to the Optimus Prime Voice Changer helmet, while appearing at a special preview of the movie for Hasbro licensing partners at the International Licensing Show in New York, Thuesday, June 19, 2007. The movie will open nationwide on July 3.  PHOTO FROM AP PHOTO BY RAY STUBBLEBINE(LINK)

Booty Call

This dude was really high up there in rank.  In fact he was a military commander

but for some reason, he was at home when this happened.

 

 It was hot out.  So hot that he couldn’t sleep and so he went out on his roof to get some air.

  He had a great view.  From his roof top he happened to glance into one of the houses below…

 

 

There was this really hottt chick in the window.  NAKED.

 She was taking a bath, and she probably really wasn’t concerned that anyone would be looking in at that late hour.  (I would’ve been paranoid enough to close the curtains)   to make a long story short, This guy payed her a booty call.  Now he didn’t come and ask her himself.

 

He sent his homeboys to go and ask her.  Is that freakin’ cocky or what?

 

Would you have a booty call with a stranger?  OMG that is just…weird.  Knock knock knock…Pardon me ma’am but would you um… so and so sent us over to ask you if you would… you know…*beep* and come over and *beeep*?

 

 

But here’s the deal.  This guy was well known, maybe even famous.

 Think about it!   Brad Pitt sends his body guards in the middle of the night to ask you for some booty.

(or George Clooney, or Prince William or ______________fill in the blank with the hunk of your choice. ) 

 

Now ladies would you still have sex

with him? Knowing that he was famous, powerful and rich?

 

Well, this gurl did!

 She not only had SEX with him. 

 She got pregnant. 

She told the father as soon as she found out and

    It was a problem because she was MARRIED. 

  To make things worse, her dude was a soldier fighting in combat! 

This is a problem a lot of soldiers can identify with.  They go away, their gurl cheats, and some even get pregnant. 

It hurts. It sucks.  There’s no excuse for it right?

The commander  gets a soldier’s wife Pregnant. 

 

  He prolly knew all hell was going to break loose.  He was desperate to cover it all up.  The penalty for this kind of adultery would be HUGE.  So what does he do?

 

He lets the soldier come home on leave!  He figures maybe if the soldier comes home, sleeps with his wife, he can cover up the pregnancy.

  He doesn’t count on the fact that fighting men are soooo intense and devoted to their country that the soldier felt guilty for even coming home, so….

He wouldn’t even sleep with her.  His own wife!!  Did he suspect something?? Who doesn’t go home and make love to their own hot wife??

 

 I thought my husband was devoted to his work!

 

Wanna know how this turned out?   GO HERE   You won’t believe how it ends….

all those delicious red dots

I sent out 2 postcards today.  Yes, there’s many more of you I want to hear from!  Thankyou to Katrina and Jurghen (canada and Africa) and Texasheartland (pending address)

 

for participating, Now I want to hear from the rest of you guys on my map!

 

First thanks to Brian on 5th st. for giving me the idea of having a clustrmap on my page.

  It gave me the idea for the postcard thingie. 

 I look at all those delicious red dots in awe and I want postcards from all those far off places! I want to travel, but can’t so…this is the next best thing!.

  I can go to Germany for a dollar! 

 I can go to Canada for 72 cents. 

 I can meet lots of people this way.  Safely with no other promise other than yes, I’ll send you a postcard.  

Trade with me people!  I am not a stalker!  I will even give you my address first. 

  All you European folks, I see you, come hither and get your postcard! 

 First ever red dot in Italy…I love italy, send me a postcard, and I’ll send you one too.

Planetross, don’t think I don’t want one from Japan!  I do.  Trade me.

  all you peeps in Australia!  I hear the surfing is great there, send me a post card for my collection. 

 Hawaii, I miss you!!! 

 Send me a postcard, I’ll trade with you! I also want US postcards! 

 My goal is, one from every state.  Have a stamp?  Send me a postcard!  You’ll get one back I promise.

  And when my book is finished, and I’m famous, you’ll already have your own autograph.