Beggars can be choosers...

I have all this stuff that I am getting rid of. Tons of clothes, blankets and sheets, a desk, a bookshelf. All in good working order. I thought there would be someone that would like to get these things and give them to someone less fortunate. I guess there is some kind of limit to what they will take. As in they won't come and get three massive bags of clothing, it has to be ten or more. Who in the fuck has ten trash bags of clothing? Seriously! The desk doesn't matter and won't be accepted. I guess poor people don't utilize things like desks. Oh, the games and toys? Yeah, they're never taken. Poor children are not allowed to have fun. It's not often I think about man kind, I have to be honest. It's just about never. Now that I *am* attempting to think about them it's not going anywhere! And that my friends, simply further reinforces that not only should I not help but if I so much as even try, it will be a total pain in the ass. Whatever, I was just hoping I wouldn't have to pack it all up myself. I'll probably just run it on down to Goodwill myself. Bastards. This is the exact thing I was looking to avoid. Oooo... I'm so taking the toys and games to The Little Wanderers! They always take toys and such. They rule. I feel better. These toys are not even opened yet! I don't want to get into the whole I have unopened toys part of this story. Let's just put it this way. They are not comic book figures and I have an aunt that refuses to believe I no longer play with Barbies. All of a sudden the comic figures sound good, don't they?

Well, I'm over it. Back to packing and throwing out.

Wasting time when time is running out

Clearly I should be packing. Clearly I'm not. The good news is that a lot was accomplished today. First I went to my mom's and put everything into the attic that needs to wait until I come back for it. I packed it all into my truck last night and it was not an easy feat. It was not a huge amount of things but some of the items were heavy. Since I am as antisocial as they come I have been doing everything myself. The drawback is the super heavy items. The awesome part is that I got guns baby! I am apparently have super human retard strength because everything is put away nicely and I did it all myself without ripping my arms off my body. There is a true sense of satisfaction here. The only part of the visit that was disturbing was when my mother looked at me and told me it's nice that I am starting to dress in a feminine way. I'm wearing a head band that matches my tank top. Sure, they are both a nice light cantalope color and sure, I don't usually wear things like headbands, but still. I guess I took the not feminine homeless look a little to far.

After getting back from my mom's I made all those piles just trash piles. I also packed all my clothing into suitcases. One of them is red. Since I am going to be doing nothing but dirty disgusting work until Thursday, I am simply going to wear the same outfit until then. I mean, who am I impressing here? All my nonexistent friends and visitors? I might keep rocking the headband considering it's keeping my hair out of my eyes. Hmm. I might also just throw on a bandana and go back to the homeless look I have so obviously perfected.

So all I have left is convincing someone, anyone, to come and get the massive pile of unwanted but totally useable stuff against the wall and throwing out the rest. It should be interesting. I wicked want to throw everything out my window. It would land right next to the trash barrels and make going down the stairs way easier. It would also mean going up and down the stairs only had to be accomplished once. That's efficient if I do say so myself.

Oh yeah, the dogs are also all set. They received all their shots and I have any and all paperwork that could possibly be needed. The visit to the vet was sad as I really like their doctor and don't like the idea of going to anyone else. Maybe I'll just bring the boys here once a year for their annual check up? He is sad to see me go and was sure to remind me to be careful and "remember that world is full of sick fucks". He cares, how nice. I promised him I would be the definition of careful.

Tomorrow I am going to start the day by hanging out on the back porch drinking coffee and then I am going to commence lugging the trash downstairs (or throwing it out the window, after all, everyone will be at work now won't they?). All of this trash will assuredly fill every single barrel to the tippity top. My neighbors will probably be thrilled. I should have had it done the other night but whatever. They can hate me, I'm leaving. Then I am going to go and get a tarp to put over my things for the Salvy as this must happen for them to pick it up. I told them I would make this happen provided they promise to take the tarp as well. This pick up will be scheduled for Tuesday and I'll be out of here by then so it has to happen. I guess this is a strange request that is very hard to deal with since most people make them promise to *not* take the tarp. I am also going to Staples to get myself something I can carry my files in. I don't have a ton of files but I don't want to just whip them on top of my suitcases or anything. Oh good good news!! I figured out a way to easily bring every single pair of shoes with me! Success! I also figured out a way to bring most of my tools and the little things I wanted to bring but wasn't sure I had anything to pack them into. Go me! All I have to do now is figure out how to bring the things I normally hang in the closet. I am leaning towards just squishing them into yet another suitcase and dealing with the wrinkles when it's time. This is possibly a lousy plan but I guess I'll find out what ideas suck as I go along eh? I'm bringing as little as possible but it still seems like quite a large amount. I am reminding myself that I am taking all my worldy possessions and this comforts me since the words "worldy possessions" comes across in my mind as way more shit than I own. Good stuff.

The piles are getting bigger but the blog is staying the same...

Every time I move I am astounded by how much shit I have accumulated! This time is no different but this time there is a slight twist. This time I have to figure out what I want right now and either keep it or throw it out. I was under the assumption this would be cake. Apparently, there is no cake involved. Normally I am a huge fan of cake so this is disappointing. I have so much SHIT. I have devised a system that is helping me root through said shit and make it as easy as possible to get rid of the things that just don't matter. It goes like this: Remove everything from cabinets and closets and pile it on the floor. In fact, now that I have no furniture, this is the easiest part. It resembles a crack house with piles of things on the floor. If it were winter I would so have the oven on to heat the place. Anyway, the piles get smaller and things that are soft and need new owners go into bags and these bags are placed along the wall near the front door. Anything hard is either thrown out (you should see my trash HEAP out front) or if it's salvageable, it is also put along the wall. The wall is getting smaller by the minute. It used to be so big it fit a couch. I am going to call the Salvation Army tomorrow and schedule a pick up for all these things along the wall. My bed is going to be one of those things soon so I am hoping they can pick up on the 31st. That would seriously work for me and my schedule. The only pile that has me stumped is my pile of books. The oh so sacred ones are all ready packed up and going where they need to go. The others are sitting and as much as it pains me to say so, I might send them along to the Salvy... I keep reminding myself that I can get new books. These books have spent a long time in my company however. We're like old friends, you know? Parting is such sweet sorrow. They have kept me company at night when I was lonely or simply couldn't sleep. They have made long trips with me. Hell, they used to get me through the daily commute for a while there. I have taken them for long walks in the woods and we have gone on train rides all throughout the city. I have even introduced them to my friends! They never mind waiting in the car. They never ask me where I have been or when I am going to be back. There is no pressure to spend time with them, but when I do, it's usually worth every second and I always want to go back for more. As much as I love them to little papery bits, they are very heavy. I despise the idea of lugging them about even though I know they would probably enjoy one more car ride. It's not like it's their fault they are so cumbersome, I know this! In the end however, they will just be sitting in an attic patiently waiting for me to come and get them so they can once again be stored on a bookshelf. I have read every last one. Geesh, I have read some of them over and over. What to do, what to do...

Charlie is FREAKING OUT about this whole process. He doesn't like the fact that I continue to remove things from the house and shows his displeasure by being completely underfoot provided I am carrying something heavy. Then when I snap at him he's certain to make a scene by tucking tail and running from me as fast as he can. He has also taken it upon himself to tediously strip the grape vine on the back porch into little tiny pieces using his front teeth. I normally frown upon this type of behavior, but he's doing such a marvelous job I can't punish him. I also think it might be taking his mind off the fact that everything in the house is disappearing. Jim is a rock. He's done this so many times the only thing freaking him out is the fact that we cut the soft couch into tiny pieces and threw it out the window. He loved sleeping on that couch. I loved sleeping on that couch. That couch was fucking awesome. It was also a slamming deal when I bought it. Good bye couch.

I'm also freaking out a little. I have never done this before. I guess in most cases throwing all your things out and cutting off all your hair is a bad sign. This time it is a good sign but I am still a little shaken over the whole thing. But I remind myself that change is awesome and that makes it something I should embrace (fitting into the awesome catagory myself it only seems right, doesn't it?). Also, purging is a good thing when it doesn't involve weight loss and doctors. So I am going to continue throwing shit out and smiling while I do it. Sure, there are going to be the moments where I get super nervous but I'm basically like that every single day, so why should this be any different? Par for the course if you ask me.

It's almost time...

And here it is! The picture we have all been waiting for! Side note: I don't know why she chose this shot as it makes his neck look super long. I just don't think it's very becoming. Hmm. However, this same picture will grace her catalog and I will be receiving a copy so you won't hear me complaining. He has another shoot coming up and we are just going to hope and pray that this woman has better taste as the last... well... didn't. Does any of this even matter?!?! Jimmy is the super model I have always known him to be!



Since I am soon going to end my present dog walking career I choose this time to unload about the ONLY part of the job that irks the shit out of me. This is it. It's the people I come across on my lovely canine filled walks that create little grey clouds. It's usually due to the things they have to say. Now don't get me wrong, I regularly see people that say the nicest of things. There is one elderly man that I see *everywhere* and I have even taken to waving when he drives by me and the pack. His questions are usually along the lines of, how's the crew today? Or who's the new one?? He's upbeat, observant and appears sincere. I also can't help but wonder how he has so many things to do throughout the day... I like him, he keeps it moving and never asks things about the weather or other such draining questions. I am so fucking sick of questions about the weather. We're both standing here, we both know what the weather is like. If for some reason you don't, please leave me alone as you are the type of person I don't enjoy talking to regularly due to the lack of abundance that should fill my brain when having conversation. Seriously!!! Anyway, here they are... the most annoying questions when walking dogs.

The number one question is and will always be: "Are those ALL yours?!" It is always asked in wonder with a sprinkling of horror on top. I used to answer, no, I'm a dog walker. Now I smile like a maniac and brightly reply with a huge enthusiastic "YES!" Because I so obviously own up to six dogs in the city. Enough.

Then there's the opposite which is: "Are you a dog walker?!" Again, I used to say yes. Now I reply with (again with the psychotic smile and over enthusiastic voice), "Nope! All six are mine!!" Unless of course it's clear these people are searching for something and then they are usually looking for a dog walker. Believe me, the difference in approaches are clear as day. One has a searching and get the job done look, the other is vacant and stunned.

Moving on to: "Wow, do they always get along like that?" Sometimes I can tell the people really are confused about it and those are the ones I have the most fun with. I usually tighten my hands around the leashes, give them a face that portrays a little fear and a slew of uncertainty while saying something like "So far, so good today." I find that whispering this to them like it's a secret that must not be released or all hell will break loose helps them hurry away. Other people are plainly saying it to either seem like they know what they are talking about (I don't get these people at all) or to get a rise out of others. They get the response of, "Well, if not, there is always a very capable vet not a stones throw from here isn't there?" Then I usually start looking around for the vet office.

My all time favorite because I hear it about seven billion times per day is: "You sure have your hands full huh?" This one is a tough one since I am full of very sarcastic biting replies and it's the question that makes me the most mental considering the frequency it is thrown at me. Believe me, there are the days I simply duck my head and bark a quick "Yup!" because the end of the rope is so near. Other times I tell them I am going to pick up fifteen more for the dog parade that is being held later so they should stick around for the fun. The come backs to this one are unlimited.

There is also the one that I don't hear as much as the others and it's either "Wow, how do you do that?" with shock and confusion and of course the only answer I like is, "Magic!!". Or there is another rendition where they stop and say, "My goodness! They're all so good! Are they always that good?" and I tell these people it is *I* who is behaving so well as they are the ones walking me, or any other nonsense reply I can think of.

If I am reminded of any others, I'll be sure to let you know. All I know is that people are evidently still here for my amusement. And it doesn't cost a thing. That's a deal I cannot refuse.

I cut off all my hair today!! Okay, fine, my hairdresser cut it all off, but it was ALL my idea. It's so short. As in no hair on my neck short. I have never had a cold neck because of not having enough hair before. I am enjoying shaking my head back and forth (like I am saying no with conviction) because it feels funny. Shaking your head wildly back and forth while walking is not recommended.

PS I totally scored a new red suitcase.

I so thought there was going to be a second shoot on Saturday but, alas, no shoot. So I went onto good old CL to see what was being offered. There is a woman that will take professional pictures of James for her site! YES! She is also willing to come to Brighton. AND her dog has been in commercials! DETAILS! I WANT DETAILS! I'll let you know when this happens and how it goes. I am in the emailing stage right now. With the last photo shoot I took the picture since the red pimp coat was just to large. Why do greyhound people want everything hanging off their dogs? Whatever, who knows, the pictures came out great!! My next step is to continue on getting Jim exposure everywhere I can and then the step after that will be to ferret out a commercial he can be in. I know nothing about this so it might take some time. I am also convinced I can do this on the road. Ha ha. Try and stop us! You can't!! WE ARE COMMERCIAL PRODIGIES!!!

Today consisted of work and then coming home and remembering that L can finally start moving into her place. Did pouring rain stop me? It did not. I laugh at you nature!!! Did rush hour traffic stop me? It did not. Slow me down to an extreme degree maybe, but I would not be disuaded. In fact, nothing is stopping me at this point. Short of having my legs crushed, nothing is going to convince me that I should not make this happen as fast as possible. So it has been decided... Every day after work we are going to pack the truck as full of stuff as we can and make a trip to the new apartment. In fact, I'm thinking on Friday there will be TWO trips since I get out nice and early. By the time the guys are here to move the heavy things, there will only *be* heavy things! HORRAY!! Then I can get down and start throwing all my shit out. Awesome. I truly believe the hardest part of this is going to be figuring out what clothes I no longer need. Interesting but this is always the hardest part for me. I also have to get another suit case as I only have one. I want the new one to be red. Hmm...

Things are looking up. Between the photo shoots, people moving out and me about to burn rubber out of here, things are seriously looking up.

Further confirmation that dead things rule...

I was made aware of this grave stone in Hingham. Considering this is where I run the dogs on Sundays, I went to find said grave as the explanation was compelling. Words didn't really do it justice to be honest. I'm glad I remembered my camera because I snapped a bunch of pictures. I have always been a huge fan of grave yards. I used to live right next door to one and I have to say, dead people are THE BEST neighbors ever! They never called the police because of our ruckus parties, they never chided when we indulged by filling our lungs with illegal toxins, they were accepting of me tanning in teeny outfits and they never made any noise. That is the perfect relationship if you ask me. I also dabbled in chalk rubbings at one point. I enjoyed searching out the older graves as they are always far more interesting. The older the graveyard the more somber you feel. Well, that's how it is for me anyway... I also enjoyed chalk rubbing the graves of children as it makes my heart sink a wee bit and reminds me I am not heartless. I have also always enjoyed running the dogs in graveyards at night. Let's face it... no one else is there and it's quiet. Sometimes it's nice to have quiet like that. When I have happened across other people, they want to stay away from me as much as I do. Are they also thinking "freak" as they walk by? It's strange to me that we take up all this space with dead bodies. It's a strange little celebration we partake in. But the other incredible role graveyards play is protecting large spaces and keeping them from all those developing whores who feel the need to build on every single piece of land that is over 14' wide. So in that case, dead people have purpose as well. I like purpose when regarding dead things and I try to point it out whenever I can. I don't want to be buried as much as I might be able to hold off developers if I did. I want an authentic viking funeral. The whole sha-bang. If this is somehow thwarted, I do hope someone can plant a tree by my grave. Preferably peach. I would then be able to fertilize the tree and that is purpose in it's own way.

So these are the graves. First and formost the angel. What a fantastic grave. Whoever thought of it gets my admiration. Whoever made it is my hero.

Then there was this little guy. Anyone who marks their death with sea creatures is okay by me. Especially if it's cute. I would not be opposed to something ugly though. Anything in the name of originality and creativity.

And of course my heart did a little dip. I like the sheep. Nice touch.


And then I spotted this and couldn't resist because I am still oh so juvenile... I guess after my last email extravaganza, this just makes me look like a biggot. I could argue that fact, but I don't want to appear like I am going on the defensive since that seems to prove guilt, doesn't it? I also don't want to argue it, since I am the one that started the argument and that's weird.



And what blog is complete without massive amounts of James and Charles?

Don't hate Jim because he's beautiful...

YES! TOTAL SUCCESS!! Not that we expected any different, but it was a raging success and lots of fun to boot! After dropping psycho I could ruin Christmas boy off at the house, Jim and I went to the studio and we then proceeded to kick a bunch of ass! Not only did he do everything I asked him to do but he looked marvelous doing it. The coat was a bit large, I guess the woman who makes them likes them that way or something. Whatever, who cares, back to Jim... It was a red crushed velvet coat that he modeling. Pimpin. There were many different shots taken and each time he stood (or sat) there rock solid. A champion in red. At one point we were told that Jim is the best dog in there yet!! Uh, hello? It's Jim? I know? Get real! I would LOVE to meet the dog that could show up the Jim man. Just show it to me. Seriously. I want to see it. Yeah, still waiting. Anyway, this photo shoot took the cake, ate it, regurgitated back into baby bird mouths and all that. It was incredible! I am BEAMING! Of course we did a Jimmy rules and can't be stopped because he's so wonderful dance once outside. Of course we then drove about and bragged to our friends. Part of seeing friends was walking into the Alamo Car Rental place at the airport like we owned it all the while scaring the shit out of everyone that had never seen us before. There's nothing quite like a "dangerous breed" dog leashed to someone smiling like a lunatic. Apparently it sends people into a panic. It even makes others feel like they are in control and today I was asked to do things even though I clearly knew what I was doing. Seeing as it was someone else's place of employment (someone that I really do like for that matter) I obeyed submissively even though the oh so crazy smile was not going away and I could take over the fort if need be. Sometimes you just have to let the little guy feel like he's winning. Also, while being there I met a pretty boy that never came to meet me (shy? who knows) and today he found out what a massive mistake that was. It became even more of a mistake when I harrassed him. His loss.

Jimmy's second shoot is tomorrow. The place where I groom has offered to do some more shots of him outside and add them to their web site. Awesome. This is now TWO pictures for his portfolio. I might start advertising him on CL and see if I can get his photo done while out on the open road. I'm also starting to think commercials might be next. After all, the sky is the limit.

Emailing is so... gay.

Here it is! The finished product to get the gay men that unsettle me out of my cherished woods. I know I sound all frumpy and flabbergasted, but through many emails and much practice, I I have found this approach gets better results. I want to sound like someone helping out fellow man, not a super huge C trying to be right. Well, not when reagrding this anyway...

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I frequently hike the fells. I always park in the Sheepfold parking lot and then go along the trails to have some peace and solitude. I love the trails and I love the fact that I can go there and enjoy the scenery. I think you are doing a marvelous job keeping the place looking it's best. Top shelf. However, there is a part of the scenery that is starting to unnerve me. When I go to the trails to the right of the meadow I have noticed single men lurking about. Lots of them. It's crystal clear what these men are doing. I have come across men in the act of homosexual activities. Now don't get me wrong, I am not anti gay. Quite the contrary. What I am is anti lewd explicit sexual acts done where I could unknowingly stumble upon them. It really takes away from the peace that I am searching for while wandering through nature. It's downright insulting. They loiter about with no purpose, and it's just plain obvious. I come across many people in my travels through the Fells and there is no guessing when it is a gay man looking for a good time.

I know your mission statement is "to protect promote and enhance our common wealth of natural, cultural and recreational resources for the well being of all". I am finding this statement falls short when I happen across people taking part in something that should unquestionably be done behind closed doors. I shudder to think what would happen should a family with children blunder into this obscene behavior that happens so freely and frequently. I also find it fascinating that the owner of dogs are considered such a huge problem when something this filthy is happening in the same place without any type of consequence.

I never see anyone patrolling the right side of the woods but yet I constantly see patrols on the left. Is it possible to have more authority figures on the right side in hopes to break up this offensive sex party that rages on? When these men are parked in the smaller higher parking lot skulking about waiting for their next sex partner, can no one run them off before they find what they are so desperately searching for? Like I said before, it's not like one can't figure out who they are and what they are doing. It's unmistakable.

I hope this is something that can be looked into and righted to a certain degree. Thank you for your time.

Knitting still rules and I seriously have to pack... albeit not like the gay men in the woods.

The knitting project continues. This is something considering most of my ideas get boring after about 15 minutes. I'm basically a ferret on crack. One minute I am doing something and the next... Oooo... shiny!! I had a scarf half way done for my uncle (the man that is married to my aunt who bought me the magical looms) but ran out of yarn and then couldn't find that yarn anywhere ever again. The obvious solution is ordering the yarn off line. However. I hate waiting. I hate waiting and I hate feeling like I am missing out on something wonderful while I wait. So *my* type of solution is to rip the scarf off the loom and throw it in the trash and just send along the hat. No kidding. That's just how I roll. That's right, I'm a board slapper. If I am not winning the game, I don't want to wait to see if I am going to. I would way rather slap the board and never play again. Ever. With knitting though, I want to knit, I enjoy knitting. So out went the scarf and I started on the new. So no, no one has to wait for presents. I mean, are you fucking kidding me?! Waiting for a present is the worst thing you can do to someone. Especially when they know it's coming. And believe me, it is. Now I cannot blog my next project because the person that is not waiting for their present Hi Kerry! reads this blog. So ha! But let me tell you, it's loads of fun. And pretty. And soft. So soft... so beautiful... so nice...

Getting used to driving automatic is not as hard as I thought it would be. It really isn't. Sure, for the first little while I was reaching for the stick shift... and sure, first thing in the morning I would search for the clutch to be able to start the truck. And yes, I totally wonder where my truck is when I come outside in the morning and go into a state of panic. That's better wake up than a cup of coffee, let me tell you. Well, maybe not better but far more effective and waaaaay faster. I can't help but wonder if that's what coffee would be like through an IV?

I am celebrating the summer. I am a summer type of girl. I like heat and sun and heat from the sun. I mosey about with my dogs all day feeling like nothing can stop me. Now that I have caught the hair cutting bug, I can't *wait* to have my next cut. I am always lifting the hair off the back of my neck as to cool off a little and I am under the impression that once Uncle G has cleared the hair from that area, I will be in hairless neck heaven. I hope this bug doesn't ravage me and make me pull a Britney. I especially don't want to if it equals assault with umbrellas and a mental break down. Okay, maybe that was a teeny lie. I could totally assault someone with an umbrella...

I took a nice two hour hike through the woods today with the boys. It was nothing short of awesome in the way of nature and exercise and all that stuff that feeds your soul with goodness. It fell short of awesome when regarding the alarming number of gay men frolicking about together. Now don't get me wrong, I am not anti gay. Far from it. I am anti ass sex when it is done where I might possibly (and unknowingly) stumble apon it. It's unnerving in a big way and slightly takes away from the peace I so normally find when alone in the woods with my dogs. It flips the saying "not a care in the world" to "you never really know" and I find that frustrating. I also find it offensive that us dog lovers are getting no slack in these areas but yet the homo party rages on without mention. I mean, I find dogs a little more natural than gay sex, don't you? In so many words, I will be emailing the right people. I know, I know, I'm leaving... but one needs to have priorites, musn't they? Oooo... speaking of priorities... Charlie cannot seem to shut the fuck up. Especially when off leash. Especially when he must be quiet. Picture a nice quiet suburb neighborhood at 1 a.m. and you get the picture. Loud ruckus barking simply is not acceptable. I'm not exactly one that adheres to the rules of acceptable by any means, but this is getting ridiculous. Since I am a resourceful young lass I implored CL and found a citronella collar. Now we all know citronella collars are bloody expensive. I'm talking $50 - $200 expensive. I am under the impression that a beating is free and looked for one less expensive than the norm. Lo and behold I found a free one! I am so glad people don't get rid of things, aren't you?? Craig is a god and his minion are good to me (and respectively Charlie as well). On the collar went today. Now, normally we have about 50,000 barks per minute. Guess how many we had this walk? That's right, three. Three barks, lots of snorting and then drooling to boot. I call that power. Also, when it sprays, I say QUIET. I'm hoping I can make QUIET equal to a spray in the face. I'll tell you how it goes.

The birds are in their new home. I am waking up and missing their little calls tremendously. It's a bummer but a good thing. They are somewhere that they will be well cared for. It's also a place I can call whenever I would like to ask how they are doing. That's a fair trade. The two new babies came out of their nest during transport and I of course put them back in but they look to be spice finches. It figures. All I wanted was more spice finches and here they are when I am bailing on them. Eh, serves me right.

You were so good to me, but you're old so I have to trade you for something better...

I don't know why I feel the need get all the pictures from my phone and place them here. But I do, and I have more. I am still knitting and being very stingy with the finished products but now I want a picture of the finished products all together looking functional and crafty. So you'll have to wait until I find the yarn I just ran out of. This could take a while since I can't seem to find said yarn ANYWHERE. yuck. Anyway, those pictures will be here at some point, don't you worry your pretty little head.

I walk dogs in good old Cambridge MA. Granted the people are mostly elitist pigs that suck out loud and can ruin just about anyone's day, but the houses are awesome! This is my favorite one.


While I walk about in Cambridge, I see trash barrels on trash day. Sometimes they have YARD WASTE ONLY stickers on them. This one however was far more threatning! I didn't look inside for fear of what might happen.


Did I tell you I shaved a collie? I did and it was rancid. I don't usually shave this breed unless it is so extremely matted (tangled) that getting the mats out would be inhumane. This time it wasn't even an option that's how bad it was. It was kind of like sheering a sheep. Gross but for some reason I totally get into this kind of thing. I don't have the finished product since I am totally forgetful and think of things way late in the game but I did in fact get the beginning. The fur came off in three large pieces.



Then there is Coco. When she is pissed off about something she whines and complains and generally makes a racket. This time she was in full howl mode. I thought it was super cute and snapped a picture.


And last but not least, the pictures of my beloved Jeep that I traded in for a newer vehicle. I am going to miss the Jeep as it was so fun and so me. But it was small and old. Not very reliable when you need something reliable. Also, they ride horribly. Kind of like having your waist held and the rest of you shaken about violently whenever you hit a bump. Some of the reason I like them but some of the reason I wouldn't want to go cross country in it. Here it is then... I sooth myself with the knowledge that I will someday have another Jeep. So much fun. Seriously.




And here is the truck I opted for. Less bump, more room. I like it. Getting used to automatic is taking some time, as is getting used to the size of it after the tiny Jeep. I parked it today first time though so I am hopeful.


That's about it. The birds will be going to their new home soon. I am bummed and will miss their little melodies but they need stability and I have none to offer. I'm excited for them. The nests are going to be removed and the entire cage revamped for their new home so no one has to worry about baby birds everywhere. Good stuff. Over & Out.