CNN says that the new trend is for dogs to have blogs. (Yes, you read that right. Dogs. Have. Blogs). I can’t imagine giving Betty and Scooby blogs – Betty’s would be an epic poem about food and Scooby’s would be devoted to long posts about how wonderful it is to sleep under the covers.
Month: March 2008
White dog is kicking my ass
Hmm. So far, I am loving the new computer. But seriously, it is kicking my ass. Or at least, Safari (the Apple web browser) is. Friends of ours have IE on their Mac (or do you call them Apples?), so it’s not like there’s any shame. And I can’t figure out how to get spaces between…
White Dog
We bought my laptop a year after we adopted the dogs. The laptop spent its life hanging out in the living room. Scooby was jealous of “silver dog”, our nickname for my silver Gateway laptop.And then last night “Silver dog” gave us the Blue Screen o’ Death. Damn. (Bad news: laptop wasn’t even 3 years…
C’mon, Kansas!
So Yahoo let me fill in my bracket for this year’s NCAA men’s basketball tournament. Last year, I did half well (as in, if the bracket is viewed with half the options on the right, half on the left, I got about half the choices right). This year, I have parlayed my extreme lack of…
Edit
I came here today to edit or delete my last post, but I just reread it and frankly, I don’t want to change a word. I hate to get TOO honest around these parts (I mean, why upset my mom?) but, yanno, it’s all true.
Early St. Patrick’s Day Q&A
Q: So how’s it going? A: Meh. Is there a half word that means that things are going worse than “meh”? Oh, wait. That’s what the F-bomb is for. Q: That good, huh? A: Yep. It’s been 6 months since we spoke to the Boy last. I thought we’d turned a corner on dealing with…
Slacker, slacking off…
So I played hooky from work today. It was wonderful, like a little mini vacation that I didn’t have to actually go anywhere to enjoy. Gene worked a little, but once I sent an email to Gwen telling her how to print a paycheck, I was finished for the day. Gene and I went to…
I don’t know who I’m married to anymore…
Gene voluntarily Tivo’d “We Are Marshall,” that movie about the Marshall University football team. It’s no skin off my nose – I count at least two hot men named “Matthew” as the movie’s stars. But he doesn’t even LIKE football. Maybe he thinks it’s about Marshall Field’s? Or maybe the Marshall Tucker Band? Federal marshals?…
aggh, so close!
So, on New Years Day this year our insurance changed from Cigna to something about a cross and a shield, I dunno. All I know is it came with a freaking deductible. Yechh. It’s not a terribly big one but stiiiiiillll (whine, whine). Between me and my back/ass/hip injury, I’ve been doing my best to…
Gee, I can’t guess…
Why was I so miserable yesterday but I’m so happy today? Ruling out manic depression, I’d guess it’s due to work. I effed up earlier in the week. It was an honest mistake but it was an honest $1,000+ mistake. Yeargh. I had to tell Gwen about it too, while she was on vacation. D…