So my dog has this friend...

A little black lab mix sneaks into my yard. That's right. Sneaks. As in, squeezes through the space where the back gate doesn't line up. Which is chained closed. He has massive squeezability. (I claim that it is a word.)
Anyway, they run around and play, but as soon as I come out, he slinks away, all nervous. No collar, and no tail. Very cute, and I want to just feed him and give h water and love and he shall be mine and I shall call him George and where was I again? Oh yeah, so I like that Duke has an occasional friend, I just wish I could do more for him.
I kinda wish I could mail him to my friend in New Orleans, since she wants a black lab...

Yay! A netbook!

Now that I can have regular access with a functional keyboard, I can write my musings more often.
For example:

Why is it that whenever my son has solid food and should by all rights be massively full, he tends to nurse like a bulimic on a binge?

So much to do, so little time...

I seriously never seem to have time to do things like blog, since there are so many other things I need to do, like read the over 165 blogs I have on my reader, the never-ending pile of World Domination-aspiring laundry, and of course, playing with the kids. ("Hold me momma! I'm too little...")
I think I need to give up on twitter, I can actually get stuff done if I don't check it until the kids are sleeping, but then I feel I've missed too much. Garg.
Seriously, how do people do it? Maybe I just follow too many people, but they are all so funny/interesting/friends/great people.

I think about posting more often...

I would totally post more often, with the random crap that flits through my head throughout the day, except for one thing: computer availability. You see, I have and Ipod Touch, which is what I use ALL DAY LONG...(just a little addicted to twitter and mamapedia.com, but I us it to read, mostly, since I seldom have the time/energy to actually respond or write something until after the little monsters *cough* I mean children have gone to bed. Then I can use the media computer, which is hooked up to the TV, but that keyboard is very wonky and hard to type with, OR I can use my Ipod. In very rare cases (like today!) I get to use my husbands laptop, but he is on it most of the time for his schoolwork.

So anyway, my list of things I will get around to posting about when I have a minute, just as a record for my own use, and things you can look forward to reading about you lucky people, person,  robots!

One day I can actually enjoy a shower.
The fact that I wish most children's programming to die a horrible death.
Sleep would be nice too.
The annoyance of Facebook.
How much I enjoy working out, but never get to do it.
Have I mentioned the guilt, insomnia, or contractors that ruin my nights?

So a coworker of my huband had a tradgedy...

A day or so before Thanksgiving, a house fire killed a coworker's sister and her four children. They found out they need $8000 for the burial, so please donate to the button over there!

Playing with templates

So I think I have an addiction to playing with the design of this blog! I have spent way too much time playing with it. At least I have something to show for it!

Trying this again, seriously now...

So, I decided to try this whole "blogging" thing out, even though I never feel like anyone really cares for what I would have to say. I still have random thoughts that go through my brain, that I think are funny, so I think I will use this as my own outlet. I will not think abut possibly offending anyone, and just go with my own, weird, sarcastic, pessimistic humor. And maybe cute kitties and puppies. But not Bunnies. Bunnies are evil, and scary, and stare at you with crazy red eyes...

Anyway, so this is my warning: I will not care about what you may think of what I write here. (this is my mantra as well.) I am doing this for me, and only me.

I have never even kept a diary, so we will see how this works out.

sitting with a sleeping baby

I am hungry, but I don't know for what.