this is cute.

Candy Sushi

I just came across a children's animated cartoon about pinatas. Viva Pinata is based on the video game. Basically its a whole world where Pinatas play all day. This has to be the stupidest cartoon I have ever seen and I grew up the The Snorks and Monchichis. If you think about it...kids are watching a cartoon about very colorful festive fun animals that will meet their ultimate demise as they are hung from a rope while some blindfolded child beats the crap out of them with a stick until the animal is broken apart so the rest of the children can descend on the fallen remains like a pack of starving wolves to get as much of the animals sweet sweet candy innards as possible. What acid freak animator convinced a board room this was a good idea? Even Lotus stopped and took a quizzical look at the screen.
Lotus's spaniel aspect of her Cavalier heritage is beginning to blossom as she approaches the end of her second year. I heard her "predator alert" bark after I let her out this morning. I looked out the door and found her barking at a pigeon on the power line. A few weeks ago she carried a bird head into the house....that was gross.
I feel so bad for her...Duncan is 140 lbs now and he and Darla play so rough together because they are so huge. All Lotus can do is watch them. It's like watching a small child watch the big kids play and wish they were big enough to join in. It pulls at my heart. I so wish I could afford another Cavalier for her to play with. There was one pup rescued from a shut down mill I considered but her knees were operated on (because they don't care if they breed to dogs with bad knee caps in mills), she would have to be on meds for her whole life, no tile floors...and who knows if her heart will give out in a year or so because of the greedy breeders who dont care about quality. I could not afford the meds and emotionally neither Lotus or I could endure the oncoming suprise health issues of a mill dog. Plus that dog would never withstand the clumsy movements of the 140 lb freight train known as Duncan. Lotus can no longer play with Duncan for more than a few minutes because he is so rough. There is a CockaPoo on our block but I am a total snob and won't let my dog interact with with a demonic act of humans playing god. Every other small dog on the block is poorly socialized because people are idiots. Small dog are not house cats!!
The only normal small dog on the block it this adorable mix that was rescued from North Shore. These people really lucked out. I think it is an Alaskan Kleekai Shepherd or Kleekai Pomeranian mix. Its cute as hell and a little ballsy. I love her...what a great find...I told the people they lucked out. She was a year old when they got her and she is just terrific. If we see them outside we stop and chat. Their mix has a command presence despite being half Lo's size...Lo is immediately Lo to the ground but happy to play. The people are not very well versed in dogs so I am always happy to give them any advice because I miss training. They thought Lotus was a Shih-Tzu so they are a nice clean slate to work with. They are nice people and the fact that they rescued instead of buying a god awful designer breed is just a wonderful thing to me.

A word of advice...don't ever eat dinner while watching Cold Case Files. Back in the day I would be able to watch any gore flick while eating spaghetti and meatballs....but for some reason eating a tuna salad while viewing pictures of a decayed remains was a real challenge.

My mother comes in to my apartment before.
"I paid 6 dollars for this gift bag but it smells funny, do you want it?"
"you have a gift bag that smelled too funny to give to someone but you think I might want this smelly bag to give to someone....do you think everyone I know is without nasal passages?? No, I don't want your smelly six dollar gift bag"

Today on my lunch run for the office was almost hit by some idiot. He was racing out of the porno place that sits halfway down the block. He did not even see my truck moving down the road(I am trying so hard not to type coming down the road for obvious reasons). He just blindly darts into the road. I guess it's true what they say...it does make you go blind. You'll get the joke in a second. LOL

I love owning two huge dogs. A few minutes ago those idiots selling crap out of their bins rang the bell. They quickly picked the bins up again and hauled ass to the next house when they heard the two Newfs bellowing on the other side of the door. Duncan howls...he does not bark...he also jumps on the door...it scares the crap out of me everytime I try to open the door when I come home. I can only imagine what some hapless idiot who does not live here thinks when they hear bellowing and see the door rattle from the weight of a 140 lb puppy. I hope there is an extra pair of pants in those bins.

I just need to post this. Within the past decade I have met a handful of some really cool people who have listened to my bullshit and drama repeatedly and have not only returned to listen to more of it but are always there to back me up and help me out. In thirty years of my life I have never been so fortunate to have such wonderful people in my life. I not only learn from all of you but you are always a major foundation of advice and experience that I can tap into when I have exhausted my own ideas and energy. Not very often do we ever get to say how awesome our friends are with the exception of stupid chain emails we now half read but are thankful we still get them because we are reminded how fortunate we are to be getting them...even if it is the 90th fucking time.
Alot of you have recently been telling me that I have come such a long way in these past years we have known each other. And you have all told me how proud you are of my strength...my insane ranting passion towards certain movements(puppy mills, factory farms) and even when opinions differed(republicans, gays being able to marry(they should ya know lol))and as big as those subjects may be, they are too small in comparison to our bond to ever change our friendship. All of these qualities you have commended me on have come from what I have learned and emulated from all of you. And don't think a day does not go by that I am not thankful for the debates, the friendship and any and all chances I get to repay any of you with the same support and devotion.
So many people have come and gone in my life...some pop back in occasionally and flitter back into the shadows of obscurity but you few that are reading this have always been there...whether we have been states away or too buried with our own dramas we still try to find the time to at least listen. As insane as this past month or so has been for me....when I get to spend time with you guys..even just via email...you remind me that reality is not the job, school, or the idiots out on the streets....reality is the friendship between all of us that has gotten all of us through so much crap. Its the mutual understanding of sarcasm and cynicism and humor that we can only get from each other. Its the sentences we finish for each other, the hand bags that we spot in the store at the same time, the understanding of the most subtle facial expressions of clearing of a throat, the private jokes, the tear filled secrets from those bruised parts of our soul even our own family members know nothing about. Its the compliments and congratulations we give each other. Its those unexplained moments of shared visions, choking on water at the same time states away, crying over the same stupid commercial, or dodging flying pebbles from a very emotionally receptive zen fountain that makes us realize how lucky we are to know people who share in some parallel cosmic flow. It's in the secrets we share, the experiences we compare, the diligent and passionate protection we have for each other. It's having faith in each other's abilities even when other people tell us we can't, and the occasional kick in the ass when we ourselves are unable to find our own abilities. It's just amazes me because I have always been friends with guys because they seemed less catty. And I have found several women who at one time or another were "just one of the guys" and felt the same way. And I think this is why we share that tight camaraderie as well as an amazing sense of humor...because we spent so much time resisting the usual girl bullshit. We share the best of all the realms of friendship.
I am forever thankful, and even on my worst days....honestly I have never been happier. I don't think we ever get a chance to really express to people in our lives how much of a difference they make.

Send this to 15 of your friends to let them know you care and you will find 500 dollars under a rock in Korea. Honestly, my friends tried this and two days later she flew to Korea and the first rock she picked up had 500 dollars under it!!


LOL

I never thought would see the day that A&E Biography would cover Ozzy.

Holy Crap. Its Friday night and I am sitting here watching a documentary on Full House!!! It must be time like these when people contemplate suicide.
Oh...Lu...remember last weekend when we were trying to remember that movie where the guy tries to order something and gets this long list of choices?.....it's Mr. Mom.
He's at the deli counter and he keeps trying to order cold cuts. He asks for ham and the broad is like, "Deli, virginia, taylor, honey baked..."
LOL.