Wednesday, January 25, 2006
Sometimes you can't think of a title and you just start to ramble on and on and on...
Three and a half hours of sleep. Sandwiched neatly between two eleven hour shifts at work. Not much for some, but a great deal for others. Some people can't function properly with out enough sleep. I just say fuck it and keep pushing on. Some days there is just so much shit to get done. I'll get going on something and won't stop til it's done. Then the ideas for projects start running through my head. My brain doesn't want to stop or slow down. It just keeps going and going and going. I should probly go and eat something, but I have not been real hungry as of late. So if at some point this post wanders off, there is your reason.As you may already know, we got a new puppy. A saint bernard named Moo. For some unknown reason when I say her name, I feel like calling her Moobi. Maybe it has something to do with mega-moobi-muffins. She is a perfectly match for the ninny gator. It appears the both live at the same level of retardation. It's so much quieter in the house now. I think it's becuase they spend most of their time sleeping or chewing on each others heads. I can't complain though. Quiet is quiet. The potty training is going really well, she just follows her big sister. Now if she could just stop pooping on the step. They get along really great even after only knowing each other for ten days. They are almost inseparable. Nose in butt, nose in butt. Ninny actually behaves better now that Moo is here. Maybe it's all the needle sharp puppy teeth.
We got Weebles fixed on Monday. She has been getting "obsessive" over J.R. lately. A bit more mommy oriented. A calico scarf with claws. Fuckin' psycho. Weebs has been bombed for two days on her kitty meds. At the moment she is actually passed out in my lap. Which has become rather warm. I hope it's from her warm kitty heart and she that she has not just passed out and peed on me. Man that would suck. "Oh daddy, it's so nice that you're home, let me just fall asleep and pee on you." I guess it would be better than Eleven. She just looks at you like "Where the fuck you been?" or "Oh, you're not gonna share you dinner with me." and proceeds to pee on you or something that belongs to you specifically. Yeah she's a sweetheart.
Well, it seems I have lost track of where I was going with this. Ah, I'll probly remember later when I'm trying to go to sleep. Maybe I'll even post again before the week is out.
greasemonkey1320 at 3:41 AM
4 People who found a peppercorn
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at 8:57 AM
Katy Barzedor said... Eleven? Peeing on people or beloved objects?
Surely this is not the same sweet, foofy little grey cat I'm thinking of, the one who is so cuddly and lovey and...
Oh, wait. I seem to remember needing to change my jeans because of Miss Eleven.
Never mind.-
at 5:50 AM
Candy said...
Chewing on each others heads is better then them punching you in the junk....
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at 6:49 AM
Katy Barzedor said...
Nobody wants a junk-punchin' dawg.
Now if you could train them to punch SELECTIVE junk...that could be quite useful.-
at 12:08 AM
Madame D said...
A code word. That's how you need to train them. So if you say something completely off the wall, like "I think I need to go to church today", they will know to start head-butting crotches.
And dear god, I think you named the wrong one "Mad Eye"!