Paris or Berlin...

I've been studying a little French, and some German- that along with a host of other things have been taking up all of my time.
Granted,
I think all languages have complications, and while I know that English is supposed to be the worst of them- I'm glad I'm English speaking. Mostly because if I had to learn it at this point I'd shoot myself.
But I'm also glad that a trash bag is neither male, nor female, and that it hasn't been neutered.
It's just a trash bag.
It's probably a lesbian,
but we (the English speaking), won't concern ourselves with that.
By hollardawg at 2010-02-15 16:36 | 1 comment

It's slow going on the farm...

The weather has made me a recluse lately. My power was out for a week, I've been a month without a phone (the line is in the middle of the creek), I'm almost out of reading material, and you know yourself that I've never been one to watch a lot of TV. 
I did, however, watch a very interesting documentary on the removal of three of the worlds largest tumors last night on Discover Health. And true to form I've had a backache all day and I developed a fixation on a large lump on my leg. Turns out it's just a freckle, but I'm keeping an eye on it. I'll bet they all start out as just freckles.
In the mean time, in an effort to stay sane, I just gave 2dawg auburn highlights. He doesn't seem happy, but I think they bring out his big brown eyes. Junior said that if I brought them out anymore I would have to scrape them off of the floor.
Good point.
Anyway,
I'm giving him a mani-pedi as soon as I can drag his big chihuahua butt out from under the bed. (Revlon's Rusty Rose with glitter flecks. He'll look adorable!)

 

 

By hollardawg at 2010-01-11 19:14 | 1 comment

Not so great...

I bought these for 2dawg because they are his favorite. My dad fed them to him everyday when he stayed with me and he hasn't had any since dad died. I thought that they looked exceptionally festive with the toothpick and the cherry sticking in them. 
Let me just tell you before you run out to buy these for your own dog, that when you open them up there are no toothpicks, and not a cherry one.
Mind you,
I'm not a big fan of meat in a can,
but this contains what appears to be a collection of dog peckers floating around in a phlegm bath.
Sorry 2dawg,
but if you think I'm going back out to Krogers tonight for cherries you've lost your mind.

By hollardawg at 2009-12-12 23:09 | 3 comments

Thanks...

"He is a wise man who does not grieve for the things which he has not, but rejoices for those which he has." -Epictetus

I thank God every day for my wonderful son and what is left of my family, for my 2dog and the stray momma and six puppies under the bat cave, and for the friends that haven't forgotton me. I thank him for my job (it's hard, but a lot of people don't have one), that I made it to a level 53 in MafiaWars, that my hogfish haven't died in Fishville, and that I have banana pudding. There is other stuff too.

Happy Thanksgiving everybody.

darbimae 

By hollardawg at 2009-11-26 07:37 | login or register to post comments

Regretsy...

Bailey from Goose Yard told me about this sight. I"m not a big fan of Etsy, but I love Regretsy.

By hollardawg at 2009-11-25 23:32 | login or register to post comments