Monday, March 31, 2008

Ode to Applesauce


Spring is sprunging. We had a nice thunderstorm this morning; made it quite difficult to drag my ass out of bed. And even more difficult to explain to Brody he really needed to poop before I leave for work, despite the downpour and the thunderboomers. After much cheerleading on my part he dropped a lil wiener loaf. He looked sad and soaked after. It was for his own good though. He would've hated to sit in his crate with a gut full of poo all day.

I just wrote a paragraph about my dog pooping. It only makes sense, I guess, since it is very much a part of my daily conversation with D. In the morning: "Did Brody poop yet?" At night before bed, "Did Brody poop before bed?" Seriously. At least twice a day we discuss Brody's poop. We really could adopt. (Notice I said 'could') Because, yeah, being a parent is just talking about baby poop...twice a day. And THAT last statement is why we don't adopt. That and I heard on Fox news that gay parents can give their adopted children cancer. And the gay virus. But excellent fashion sense and a love of Bravo.

That's a good place to end this entry. And I thought I was going to write some Ode to Spring and I digressed on dog poop and gay adoption. That's what happens when I live on Red Bull and Coffee all day. My brain is applesauce.

Wednesday, March 26, 2008

I can't NOT blog

Ok Ok.

Yes yes...saying 'the end' in a post is quite dramatic; especially with a long-ish period of no postings. But honestly...not writing something down is a bit stifling. I'm not known for being 'quiet.'

So, I'm writing to say I will be writing more.

Also. I had a very good day at work. We had a speaker tonight and she reminded me my job made a difference. I think I might have forgotten this. Which would be fine if I worked at McDonalds. Although, I'm sure a Happy Meal probably changed a life or two...

Today I'm grateful.

Do you ever think some days you're experiencing another 'sunrise?'

I think I've beaten the "victim reborn" horse to a pulp. You know? (read past entries...you'll see.) My most fun thing to make of fun of is when a person becomes a caricature of their own self. (Think Jodi Foster) Their idea of who they are under a magnifying glass. The joke was on me...because that is who I had started to become. I'm not that.

I will be blogging again!

Hear that internet! I WILL!