Tuesday, April 6, 2010

There's a time and a place for spontaneity

Ok, so I know I've been slacking on the blog posts lately and I don't mean to, it's just that I get up in the morning, head to the park to wear out Miss Gracie Lou Who on a 2 or 3 mile jaunt, depending on how my knees are feeling at the end of the 2 mile loop and while we're walking at a brisk pace, I'll be thinking about what I want to blog about and I will even compose said blog post in my head because I'm all about just writing in a totally spontaneous manner, doncha know.

Anyway, by the time we get home and I take my shower and take care of various forms of correspondence and bids for jobs which seem to be far and few in between these days and then run errands to the bank and post office and The 'Zhay for sundry items and I finally have a chance to sit down and a) check out my daily blog list and 2) e-mails and by the time I'm done doing all THAT, I've completely forgotten what I was going to write about all spontaneous like.

So, let's talk about Gracie Lou because there's always something new to report with my little dog and I just know everybody loves to hear about my dog.

So, I get up in the morning, after being gently awoken by a wet nose in my ear, seriously, I can throw out my alarm clock because that dog is all "Rise and Shine!" at the lovely hour of 6:00am and she will pester the heck out of you until you get up and get her her breakfast.  Sometimes, she'll be generous and allow me to sleep to the oh-so decadent hour of 7:00am and I do feel all slacker for sleeping in that "late."

One of the first things I have to do when I get up and moving is check for whatever shenanigans she's been up to in the middle of the night when we're asleep and I assume, wrongly, that she's asleep as well.  Sometimes she's left a "gift" in the middle of the floor that requires paper towels and Nature's Miracle and sometimes it's an article of clothing panties that she's dragged out of the laundry and chewed the crotch to pieces.  

This morning, I was greeted by this:
and I wanted to just weep.  Because I'm all about looking stylish and fashionable at all times, I LIVE in this visor.  Or, I should say, "Lived" in this visor.  It was great because it shielded the sun out of my eyes and kept my hair out of my eyes and since it was a clip type, it didn't smoosh down my hair and I loved it.  And now it's dead.  She killed it.  And this wasn't the first visor she's killed.  And do you know how hard it is to find this type of visor?  Once upon a time I had 5 of them that I had found at the TarZhay about 10 years ago and have never seen them for sale there since.  I lost the first one 9 years or so ago out in the desert while on a wild ride in a Polaris Ranger with several other ladies who may or may not have been topless and why yes, alcohol was a factor.  The 2nd one disappeared on its own and I was down to the final three that I've been able to keep safe until that little stinker used them as chew toys.  So now I'm down to just one and it's the one I liked the least because it's slighty too big and has a tendency to slip down.  I guess I'll have to hit the interweb and find a new source and buy up about a dozen.

It could be worse, I suppose.  Anytime Gracie Lou does something naughty, I just remember that Joann has it MUCH worse than I do.  Seriously, you HAVE to read this account of the perils of puppyhood.  I laughed until I cried.

Ok, in other news, I just got the May issue of Vanity Fair, which is one of my favorite magazines and I have to say, I am SO disappointed.  God knows I love my celebrity scandals as much as the next person but to do a story and photo shoot starring The Whores of Tiger Woods is just wrong.  Why should these bimbos be rewarded like that?  Shame on you, Vanity Fair!  I thought you were better than that.  I'm sure The Skanks of Jesse James will be featured with their own story and photo shoot in the next month or two.  And yes, I'll read every word she says all shamefaced.  Don't you judge me.

Oh and by the way, I started writing this at about 10:00am Pacific Standard Time and it is now 12:30PM PST and I'm just now getting a chance to finish it due to all the interruptions and that right there is why I've not been posting as regularly as I want to.

So there.  Now if you'll excuse me, I must start thinking of my next blog post.  Yep, there's that wacky spontaneity again!