Out like a what??

The dwelling is clean, the fish have water, I am about to water the plants and all of this with darker, shorter hair! Okay, supposedly this is "medium hair" but to someone like me, it's short. I like it. I expected it to be more one length with the whole layer thing going on but I like what happened so that's cool. The part I like the most is that I can flip the bottom and it's in a little "U" going away from my neck. For Easter I am going to try and turn my whole head into an opposite U do. It should be interesting at the very least. Ahh Easter... Since I am family girl I will be dressing up for the holiday. I got out of going to church which NEVER happens so dressing pretty is something I feel like I should do. Oh back it up... I got out of church because of Charlie. I love this dog more every day, seriously. Since he's a tad high strung and my grandparents will be joining us for lunch (I refuse to call a meal at 2 p.m. dinner thank you very much) I am expected to run the shit out of him so he can be a good dog while joining the festivities. This could be total bullshit as I know my grandparents don't like dogs, so the boys might have to wait in the truck while they are there. It's cool, they're gypsy dogs and I have gotten some majorly tasty bones for them to enjoy while waiting for the anti dog people to split. I might even run them again while waiting for the haters to leave anyway... While on the subject of Easter, is no one else creeped out by the whole pedophile who dresses up like a huge white rabbit and hides treats for the kids to find on the day originally for a guy that rose from the dead deal? Don't even get me started on the fat man that runs a midgit sweatshop just to do a whole nights worth of B&E's get near small children who think he's okay due their parents lying to them.


My two super aggressive Bob's found a home! YAY CL! Some Indian guy (as in dot, not woo woo) came by and picked them up. He has two females he's going to add them to. This couldn't be any better since my little guy comes across like he'd have not one issue rocking his own harem. Lucky little bastard. Hopefully his girl can deal. The baby is looking more and more unlike a baby. The spice finches have decided Malcolm should have every single egg in the place. When Bob lays infertile eggs on the bottom of the cage, the spice finches pick them up and bring them to her. Then I take them all out and put them on the bottom of the cage.

The rotten news of the week was my truck doing the breakdown thing. Mid busy/main intersection. Power, no power. I don't know what it is about Boston but the people here seemed to think screaming the C word would help the situation. The so helpful uplifter of the law gave me mad attitude until I gave more and yelled, "I'm not doing this on purpose Mr. Police Officer Sir!" and then things cooled right down and he pushed me out of said intersection. I had Happy Dog come and get the rest of the crew (once he answered the phone that is) that needed dropping off and rang good old much value AAA. The woman said they probably couldn't take the dogs. Being at the end of my rope I asked if didn't I have the edge here considering I am the dog lover with money for the tow. Apparently she deals with this type of shit a lot because with grace and kindness she said she'd ask what could be done. Ended up there was a dog lover tow truck driver!! He shows up and gets the truck running. YAY! I drove off towards my mechanic and broke down mid main/busy intersection for the second time that day. Luckily the coasting gods were with me this time and I just got through it, coming to a stop next to the sidewalk right at the end of the curb and totally in the way of traffic. Again. But this time in a I'm an asshole stopped right in front of a "no parking sign" kind of way. Did I mention it was rush hour? Lots of C's tossed about and this time some horns were thrown in as an added bonus. I called AAA back and played BrickBreaker until the same guy arrived. Boy was I glad to see him... again. We all jumped into the tow truck and headed to the mechanics. This is how I figured out what type of dog Charlie is. I have never given him the stable label. He's basically the person that loses it and rocks back and forth banging his head on the wall to make it all go away. The truck ride was awesome with Jimmy sprawled across the seat, head in the drivers lap and Charlie freaking the fuck out while sitting on the floor between my knees. He appeared totally calm but when you looked closely (or said his name) it was clear he was anything but calm. What a basket case. He's so my type of dog. :) Oh and by the way, the wires in my truck are "all crazy" but fixed to the point that the truck runs. Not only that, but my radio works again as well. Music to my ears in entirety.

The new earrings that are the correct size are here. I can finally put in my orbits. It's the little things. Since I am an online wonder when regarding fun items I found a new ball for Charlie and these might be the ones that last! They are the Orbee brand and industrial strength. I'm talking a five out of five on the chew-o-meter here. That IS industrial. I got us a three pack and they're on their way. I'm very excited and I hope these balls can hold up to some serious fun and games. Ha ha, as is life.


Since I am better about taking pictures with my phone than my camera but forget all about the pictures, here's the latest emptying of the phone... First, pictures of spring. Even though there's nothing lamb about it, the buds and flowers are coming on strong. I wish I could say the same about myself. :)




Then there's the power lines that I frequent. It can't be good for me but it's one of the only places I know of that I can run the dogs off leash and not bump into anyone. Being an antisocial butterfly, that equals heaven. Also, there's this massive hill I like to throw the ball for Charlie off of. I keep trying to find hills to run him on, that way he tires out faster. :) This one is so worth every second... I'm in the same place and this is him at the bottom:

And then closer to the top. Like I said, worth it.



I am a fantastic groomer and took pictures of a finished dog, so I'll share them with you. I did not, however, take a picture of the dog to begin with, so I found a picture online of how she looked before the grooming.

She's a little lighter in color, but you get the drift. Long hair, one length, no style. Here she is after (and Jim is peeking):



Were it not for dogs, my heart would be a shrivelled thing in my chest that most resembled a prune.



There is not much more to speak of other than boring every day things... oh wait, I all ready told you about those. Ha ha.