Now its crunch time. I am one week and a day until I return to work. I swear I am just like the kids in school. I feel sad, nervous, happy, disgusted, anxious, and everything in between. Each year I get to this point and ask why I'm going back another year. I guess the answer is that, just like a kid, I love my toys and I love to play, so that's the reason. I had held out hope that I would have had another puppy by now and I dream of the day when I can help Bruiser start a faily but I guess it just wasn't meant to be. At least it gives me something to look forward to and upon which to dream.
As if I wasn't upset enough about starting back to work I realized that Christmas is only 4 months away. Oh dear God save me...............
Sunday, August 24, 2008
Saturday, August 16, 2008
I always knew it....
For today's post I am simply pasting in something I got in my email today from a dear friend. Read it till the end and you will know why. My own personal commentary on is this: there has to be a reason why God spelled backwards is dog. Here is the email.
A man and his dog were walking along a road. The man was enjoying the scenery, when it suddenly occurred to him that he was dead.
He remembered dying, and that the dog walking beside him had been dead for years. He wondered where the road was leading them.
After a while, they came to a high, white stone wall along one side of the road. It looked like fine marble. At the top of a long hill, it was broken by a tall arch that glowed in the sunlight.
When he was standing before it he saw a magnificent gate in the arch that looked like mother-of-pearl, and the street that led to the gate looked like pure gold. He and the dog walked toward the gate, and as he got closer, he saw a man at a desk to one side.
When he was close enough, he called out, 'Excuse me, where are we?'
'This is Heaven, sir,' the man answered.
'Wow! Would you happen to have some water?' the man asked.
'Of course, sir. Come right in, and I'll have some ice water brought right up.'
The man gestured, and the gate began to open.
'Can my friend,' gesturing toward his dog, 'come in, too?' the traveler asked.
'I'm sorry, sir, but we don't accept pets.'
The man thought a moment and then turned back toward the road and continued the way he had been going with his dog.
After another long walk, and at the top of another long hill, he came to a dirt road leading through a farm gate that looked as if it had never been closed There was no fence.
As he approached the gate, he saw a man inside, leaning against a tree and reading a book.
'Excuse me!' he called to the man. 'Do you have any water?'
'Yeah, sure, there's a pump over there, come on in.'
'How about my friend here?' the traveler gestured to the dog.
'There should be a bowl by the pump.'
They went through the gate, and sure enough, there was an old-fashioned hand pump with a bowl beside it.
The traveler filled the water bowl and took a long drink himself, then he gave some to the dog.
When they were full, he and the dog walked back toward the man who was standing by the tree.
'What do you call this place?' the traveler asked.
'This is Heaven,' he answered.
'Well, that's confusing,' the traveler said. 'The man down the road said that was Heaven, too.'
'Oh, you mean the place with the gold street and pearly gates? Nope. That's hell.'
'Doesn't it make you mad for them to use your name like that?'
'No, we're just happy that they screen out the folks who would leave their best friends behind.'
Soooo ...
Sometimes, we wonder why friends keep forwarding jokes to us without writing a word.
Maybe this will explain.
When you are very busy, but still want to keep in touch, guess what you do? You forward jokes.
When you have nothing to say, but still want to keep contact, you forward jokes.
When you have something to say, but don't know what, and don't know how, you forward jokes.
Also to let you know that you are still remembered , you are still important , you are still loved , you are still cared for, guess what you get?
A forwarded joke.
So, next time if you get a joke, don't think that you've been sent just another forwarded joke, but that you've been thought of today and your friend on the other end of your computer wanted to send you a smile.
You are all welcome @ my water bowl
A man and his dog were walking along a road. The man was enjoying the scenery, when it suddenly occurred to him that he was dead.
He remembered dying, and that the dog walking beside him had been dead for years. He wondered where the road was leading them.
After a while, they came to a high, white stone wall along one side of the road. It looked like fine marble. At the top of a long hill, it was broken by a tall arch that glowed in the sunlight.
When he was standing before it he saw a magnificent gate in the arch that looked like mother-of-pearl, and the street that led to the gate looked like pure gold. He and the dog walked toward the gate, and as he got closer, he saw a man at a desk to one side.
When he was close enough, he called out, 'Excuse me, where are we?'
'This is Heaven, sir,' the man answered.
'Wow! Would you happen to have some water?' the man asked.
'Of course, sir. Come right in, and I'll have some ice water brought right up.'
The man gestured, and the gate began to open.
'Can my friend,' gesturing toward his dog, 'come in, too?' the traveler asked.
'I'm sorry, sir, but we don't accept pets.'
The man thought a moment and then turned back toward the road and continued the way he had been going with his dog.
After another long walk, and at the top of another long hill, he came to a dirt road leading through a farm gate that looked as if it had never been closed There was no fence.
As he approached the gate, he saw a man inside, leaning against a tree and reading a book.
'Excuse me!' he called to the man. 'Do you have any water?'
'Yeah, sure, there's a pump over there, come on in.'
'How about my friend here?' the traveler gestured to the dog.
'There should be a bowl by the pump.'
They went through the gate, and sure enough, there was an old-fashioned hand pump with a bowl beside it.
The traveler filled the water bowl and took a long drink himself, then he gave some to the dog.
When they were full, he and the dog walked back toward the man who was standing by the tree.
'What do you call this place?' the traveler asked.
'This is Heaven,' he answered.
'Well, that's confusing,' the traveler said. 'The man down the road said that was Heaven, too.'
'Oh, you mean the place with the gold street and pearly gates? Nope. That's hell.'
'Doesn't it make you mad for them to use your name like that?'
'No, we're just happy that they screen out the folks who would leave their best friends behind.'
Soooo ...
Sometimes, we wonder why friends keep forwarding jokes to us without writing a word.
Maybe this will explain.
When you are very busy, but still want to keep in touch, guess what you do? You forward jokes.
When you have nothing to say, but still want to keep contact, you forward jokes.
When you have something to say, but don't know what, and don't know how, you forward jokes.
Also to let you know that you are still remembered , you are still important , you are still loved , you are still cared for, guess what you get?
A forwarded joke.
So, next time if you get a joke, don't think that you've been sent just another forwarded joke, but that you've been thought of today and your friend on the other end of your computer wanted to send you a smile.
You are all welcome @ my water bowl
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Oh The Fun Of It!
I don't want to make light of anyone's misery but I've never been anyone to walk away from a joke either. How could I walk away from the situation I'm about to write about when you hear what it is? My husband was scheduled for a routine endoscopy and a colonoscopy, Now on the surface, neither one of these procedures are funny or anything to write home about. However, none of you have my husband for a husband. Let's just say the family name continues thanks to the good sense that God made woman the sex that carries children. Now, the procedures themselves were not what gave my husband concern. It was the preamble to the procedures that had him in dire straits. You see for a day prior to the work being done, he had to limit his diet to Jello, clear broth, water, and black coffee or tea. If you knew my husband you would already know why this last sentence would strike fear in my heart.
The day before the procedures, I, by his request, made a homemade pot of chicken soup and one of beef soup. I took care to leave the vegetables and the meat whole so they wouldn't contaminate the broth. I also made a variety of Jello so he would have choices. Of course, coffee and tea is always available. You have to realize how important food is to my husband! I think if he were given a choice, he would have chosen giving up a limb rather than giving up food. At any rate....he started his day with a Jello. This was followed by several more Jellos and almost an entire pot of chicken soup. He did not stop once. Throughout all of this sipping and slurping he lamented continuously about how hungry he was. Myself and my kids hid in corners to eat morsels of bread, taking care not to call attention to ourselves as we were eating. Finally, by dinner time, he crawled to the table in exhausted hunger to begin polishing off the beef soup. At around 11 in the evening I went to bed but only to wake up to all the empty Jello bowls surrounding the kitchen. Thank heavens it was the morning of the procedure. His spirits were high as he anticipated what he could eat in just a few short hours. Should he start with a meatball wedge? Maybe a deli sandwich? He was now able to recite every commercial on TV that had anything remotely to do with food. This says a lot for product placement! Even as I was dropping him off at the hospital annex he was reminding me about how I should pick up Chinese food and exactly what he wanted.
Pleased to report that everything came back fine. The patient had the bad news of realizing that the Chinese restaurant was not yet open so I had to forestall his hunger with scrambled eggs, toast, coffee, and a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Thank the Lord above a half hour after this, the restaurant did open and he feasted on chicken with vegetables, egg rolls, and pork friend rice. At least it gave me a little time to relax before late lunch time. Whew, I don't think I could survive these damn tests again! I'm tired.
The day before the procedures, I, by his request, made a homemade pot of chicken soup and one of beef soup. I took care to leave the vegetables and the meat whole so they wouldn't contaminate the broth. I also made a variety of Jello so he would have choices. Of course, coffee and tea is always available. You have to realize how important food is to my husband! I think if he were given a choice, he would have chosen giving up a limb rather than giving up food. At any rate....he started his day with a Jello. This was followed by several more Jellos and almost an entire pot of chicken soup. He did not stop once. Throughout all of this sipping and slurping he lamented continuously about how hungry he was. Myself and my kids hid in corners to eat morsels of bread, taking care not to call attention to ourselves as we were eating. Finally, by dinner time, he crawled to the table in exhausted hunger to begin polishing off the beef soup. At around 11 in the evening I went to bed but only to wake up to all the empty Jello bowls surrounding the kitchen. Thank heavens it was the morning of the procedure. His spirits were high as he anticipated what he could eat in just a few short hours. Should he start with a meatball wedge? Maybe a deli sandwich? He was now able to recite every commercial on TV that had anything remotely to do with food. This says a lot for product placement! Even as I was dropping him off at the hospital annex he was reminding me about how I should pick up Chinese food and exactly what he wanted.
Pleased to report that everything came back fine. The patient had the bad news of realizing that the Chinese restaurant was not yet open so I had to forestall his hunger with scrambled eggs, toast, coffee, and a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Thank the Lord above a half hour after this, the restaurant did open and he feasted on chicken with vegetables, egg rolls, and pork friend rice. At least it gave me a little time to relax before late lunch time. Whew, I don't think I could survive these damn tests again! I'm tired.
Friday, August 8, 2008
Bruiser's Prize
In yesterday's mail we received Bruiser's custom made collar tie that he won. He won another one in a bingo game, I just have to pick the fabric. You have no idea how adorable this thing is! This weekend I want to take his picture and I'll post it on this blog. These collars are the cutest, funniest, most adorable things I have ever seen. Even if you have a dog who isn't into dressing up, these things are perfect. I'll write more later as someone else has to use the computer.
Thursday, August 7, 2008
Happy Thursday
Today I began the day writing a little poetry. This followed the way I ended my evening last night. I'm not ready to share but I do love to write. I am seriously thinking of researching a few popular dog breeds and writing a few poems featuring that breeds features. If I were sent a picture of the actual dog I could print the words over a faded background of that particular pet. I'm tossing this idea around in my head as it involves writing which I was born knowing how to do and involves dogs, my passion. I've also started to make a lot of friends over at Dogster and I notice they sell a lot of things. If anyone reads this, I would be interested in any feedback. I guess that's it for today or at least right now.
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
And we have another winner
My dear Bruiser won again. He is the proud winner of yet another custom made collar. He won this one by winning the most (free) bingo games over at Pawsitively Bosylicious, a board on Dogster.com. He is also that board's dog of the week. I can't believe the social networking that goes on at this site. If you really want to promote your dog and get any kind of word out, this is the place. I can't say enough good things.
There will be new pictures soon, I just can't find the linking cable! One of these days I'm going to write a book about where crap disappears to. I think this might be the answer to world peace but I'm not sure. I'll keep you posted.
There will be new pictures soon, I just can't find the linking cable! One of these days I'm going to write a book about where crap disappears to. I think this might be the answer to world peace but I'm not sure. I'll keep you posted.
Sunday, August 3, 2008
Life can get serious
Ok so today I need to use this blog to vent. It has been a very rough last few days but the icing on the cake came this morning. First off, its been rough these last few days because Bruiser has been acting like an obnoxious teen age boy with out of control hormones. For myself, I don't care, but just let's say the Sandy hasn't had a moments peace. Bruiser has a different kind of piece on his mind. Last night, I had to go to a party so I couldn't go out and play yesterday. I guess this wasn't so bad as the day was really lousy. And then came this morning. Are you ready? Are you sure?
My kids suddenly notice this beautiful Mercedes parked in the middle of my street in front of my house. They're thinking we are Publisher Clearing House winners. I knew this was impossible. It was two of my husband's best friends driving him home. It seems while out for coffee, he fell asleep several times while they were talking to him. Unfortunately, this is not a shock to me. I have been begging him to go back to the sleep center and wear the mask for sleeping. Alas, I know nothing, as usual. This is the real reason I can't take anything resembling a full-fledged vacation back to my beloved Myrtle Beach. We would be taking our lives in our hands. Anyway he comes in, I tell him of my concerns, and his reply, "I'll be in jail someday." This implying he'd like to kill me.
Sorry for the tirade but I needed to vent. Such is my life. That's why I often get lost in bulldog land. At times, like us all, my life can be "ruff."
My kids suddenly notice this beautiful Mercedes parked in the middle of my street in front of my house. They're thinking we are Publisher Clearing House winners. I knew this was impossible. It was two of my husband's best friends driving him home. It seems while out for coffee, he fell asleep several times while they were talking to him. Unfortunately, this is not a shock to me. I have been begging him to go back to the sleep center and wear the mask for sleeping. Alas, I know nothing, as usual. This is the real reason I can't take anything resembling a full-fledged vacation back to my beloved Myrtle Beach. We would be taking our lives in our hands. Anyway he comes in, I tell him of my concerns, and his reply, "I'll be in jail someday." This implying he'd like to kill me.
Sorry for the tirade but I needed to vent. Such is my life. That's why I often get lost in bulldog land. At times, like us all, my life can be "ruff."
Friday, August 1, 2008
Gangsta Stroll
Hi everybody,
I still don't know if Bruiser won the Gansta Stroll but he did win a prize from a friend on Dogster. He won a custom made collar with shirt flaps attached and an Air Force tie. I can't wait to receive it! I really love this Dogster thing. Its a lot like myspace for pets. The only difference is that because it is very kid friendly, everything must be suitable for a 7 year old. I love it because I can talk about my dog and still act like a child. Now isn't that what summer is all about?
I still don't know if Bruiser won the Gansta Stroll but he did win a prize from a friend on Dogster. He won a custom made collar with shirt flaps attached and an Air Force tie. I can't wait to receive it! I really love this Dogster thing. Its a lot like myspace for pets. The only difference is that because it is very kid friendly, everything must be suitable for a 7 year old. I love it because I can talk about my dog and still act like a child. Now isn't that what summer is all about?
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