Game On, Bitches!

You want to start a war with me?

You'll get a war! How do you like your little escape ledge now?

White Trash City

Take me down to White Trash City

Where the dogs run wild

And the view is shitty

Oh won't you please burn it down

Here's pictorial proof of how I live these days (inside & out) ...






You really should click on the pictures to get the full impact of the hideousness. In this case, we have chicken wire stretched between two garden posts, fortified at the bottom by cinder blocks, supported at the top by plywood, covered by a tarp, and with every scrap of shit from my yard thrown in the front of it. And the little furry punks still get through.






And just in case you can't idenitify everything here, the top picture has a ripped up book (a new book I just got for Christmas), a Hole CD that has actual teeth marks in it now, aqua beads from a coaster, paper & various trash, and even a small piece of red envelop that was meant to be an RSVP (Sorry, D!).


The bottom picture includes packing peanuts, part of a leather CD case, stuffing from a desecrated toy, parts of another ripped up book (Edward Gorey, one of my faves), and various other stuff.

Pushed to the Brink

Louis & Ella are getting on MY LAST NERVE. Bigtime.

They are buck-ass wild & cannot be tamed.

When I leave them out, Louis escapes the fence by jumping over.

When I leave them in, both dogs destroy anything they can get their teeth on.

In the past week, I've lost three books, a leather CD case, about half a dozen CDs, notebooks, notepads, a beaded coaster, a dog bowl (shattered), and a cereal bowl (cracked in half).

I came home one day to find Louis walking around on top of my kitchen counter. Like a cat or something. Except he is a 32-lb dog. Just strolling along the counter looking for whatever he might to want to eat or to knock off.

I've been called by neighbors twice telling me to please come pick up my dog at their house.

I spent all last weekend building up the most ridiculous white trash-looking piece of crap fence slash barrier trying to keep Louis from the part of the yard where he can jump. Hasn't worked. They just got through this morning and were over there just waiting for the perfect time to jump over. Luckily, I caught them.

I came home two weeks ago to find Ella without her collar. I thought eventually I would find it out in the yard or something. I found it all right. About three days later when one of the dogs vomited it up right in the middle of my recliner.

I remained calm though, cleaned it up, and bought Ella a new collar. But now she has no identifying tags, so I'm going to have to order & pay for more of those.

I come home this week to find Louis without his damn collar. I haven't been gifted with vomited remains of that one yet, but I'm sure that's coming sometime this weekend.

I'm not sure what I am going to do. I've already yelled so much, I'm hoarse and have a massive headache.

Louis & Ella: Together Again

I was never planning to be the person who posts dozens of pictures on my blog, but I got a new critter today & he is so cute & he & Ella are so cute together that I can't resist.

As you'll see, so far they get along famously. There has not been one solitary growl. Not even a half-growl (although there was a little scatting - ha!). Even when drinking water together from the same bowl. Awwwww ...

And they've already claimed their relaxation spots in the backyard. Ella curls up in a chair & Louis lays on top of the table under my patio.

Indulge me ... and of course click on the little pictures to see BIG pictures.

Resolution Revolution

I usually enjoy a good New Year's resolution or two. It is always fun to think about what you'd like to do (or not do) in a new year and then lay that out for the whole world to see.

I'm not doing anything diet/health-related this year though. In resolutions, I mean. They haven't worked in the past & basically I need to be focused on healthy living on a daily, monthly, weekly, yearly basis anyway instead of just once a year.

I have thought of a couple of resolutions though.

I want to make or create one thing a month. Something artsy-craftsy maybe. Possibly cook a new meal or dish. Just twelve things throughout the year that I made from scratch. I'll keep you updated on my progress.

I also want to take more pictures in 2009. I am not a good photographer at all. I have the shakiest damn hands this side of the Mississippi. And I just don't know what makes a good photo. So anyway, I just thought I'd spend the year practicing. So when I see something interesting or weird or beautiful or crazy, I'll take a picture. Maybe then by the end of '09 I'll be good enough to warrant asking for a new digital camera for Christmas.

To start off, here are a couple of pictures I took of this evening's sky.

What's Around the Bend?

Happy New Year to all my peeps!

I'm trying to slowly work my way back into blogging after basically quitting for the last part of 2008. I want to get back to it & haven't forgotten any of my ongoing initiatives -- weight loss progress, top albums, etc. I'll pick them all up eventually.

I can't believe another year is upon us. As far as weight, health, diet, I go into this new year without a specific plan. I'm fine with that. I've had specific plans out the wazoo in years past & it hasn't done much good.

Generally, my plan is to get some sort of consistent exercise on a weekly basis and try to eat a low-fat diet. I'm about to start reading this book, which I hope will provide some inspiration, although it certainly goes above & beyond anything I'm attempting to do at this time.

Who knows what will happen in '09, but there's no reason to think it won't be good!

If I Only Had It On Video

So I was out in the yard early this morning (about 7-ish) playing with Ella. Out of nowhere she came speeding at me like a bull at a bullfight. I mean all 40 lbs of her barreling straight toward me at what seemed like 50 mph.

Before I could move she rammed full-speed into my right leg with the entire weight of her body. She bounced back like a tennis ball hitting the pavement and I went straight down -- all hundreds and hundreds and hundreds of pounds of me. Straight down, flat on the ground, sprawled out across the wet grass & dirt within half a second.

For a couple of seconds, I thought my leg might be broken. She hit me that HARD. It is still sore and hurting hours later.

What the hell?