I'll have you know, missy, that I wash it constantly. The kid eats anything and everything he can get his hands on...mostly from the trash. So, as you can see, I have no need for a dog. I've got a tiny Lucas who eats from the trash and whose poop I have to dispose of. Why in the world would I need a dog?
Right! Exactly! Where's the meaning in that? I can kick him and never feed him and rub his nose in his own poopies and he'll still love me. I prefer a little more give n take in my relationships! It's easy to be loved by a dog. They're too dumb to know any better. I kinda like the relationships that require a little more from me. Oh, there I go ranting on MY blog again! HA!
Stop it. I did not. The difference is that I usually publicize my posts (send out an email to all my peeps), but this one I didn't. So nobody's flocking. No advertisement on this one.
cute kids! and i must say i am so proud of you getting that program done! that is awesome! hey i still totally need to take you for ice cream! or maybe i will bring it to you! i swear i haven't forgotten!
Alright, I am alive and well, just slow to blog. About the dog comments, You Do need a dog! Bella entertained/ babysat your boys for hours while I did all my errands, etc. Oops, did I say that out loud...
In case you didn't pick up on that, fellow bloggers, Bella is neither a housekeeper nor a nanny. She's a DOG! Deb's DOG was babysitting my kids while Deb was out "running errands," which I can only assume is a euphemism for "hitting the bars."
The U.S. Army is developing a new Combat Sandwich. Really. Army food technicians say this sandwich can remain edible, without refrigeration, for three years. Granted, that's nowhere near the staying power of those $4.50 hot dogs they sell at airports, some of which have been rotating on their grills since the Lindbergh flight. But it's still impressive.
I recently had an opportunity to field-test the new Combat Sandwich, and will give you my review once I get my new artificial stomach.
I've written and rewritten this little blip about thirteen times now. Why is it so hard to write about myself? I've finally decided to simply borrow from a friend's Facebook self-description:
Writing about myself feels like when I have to clean my house. I know I have to do it but I really don't want to. And I'm always happiest when it's done.
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Geesh . . . do you ever wash that kid's face? lol Just kidding JITTJ!
Cute kids. Nice blue eyes and blonde hair.
Those kids really need a dog.
I'll have you know, missy, that I wash it constantly. The kid eats anything and everything he can get his hands on...mostly from the trash. So, as you can see, I have no need for a dog. I've got a tiny Lucas who eats from the trash and whose poop I have to dispose of. Why in the world would I need a dog?
And that's not dirt. He's got a five o'clock shadow, for your information. My kids mature at a very early age. He's going for that rugged look.
There you go ranting on my blog again . . . you will never find unconditional love from anyone or anything like you will from a dog. ;)
Right! Exactly! Where's the meaning in that? I can kick him and never feed him and rub his nose in his own poopies and he'll still love me. I prefer a little more give n take in my relationships! It's easy to be loved by a dog. They're too dumb to know any better. I kinda like the relationships that require a little more from me. Oh, there I go ranting on MY blog again! HA!
Look, you've scared everyone away.
I'm a serial killer, remember? It comes with the territory.
My dog is very smart, he probably knows you are a serial killer. lol
Wow, you really did kill all of your readers . . . am I next???
Stop it. I did not. The difference is that I usually publicize my posts (send out an email to all my peeps), but this one I didn't. So nobody's flocking. No advertisement on this one.
cute kids! and i must say i am so proud of you getting that program done! that is awesome! hey i still totally need to take you for ice cream! or maybe i will bring it to you! i swear i haven't forgotten!
Haynore family is still alive. Anyone else? Anyone???
hello?
hellllooo???
No Jacey . . . NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Alright, I am alive and well, just slow to blog. About the dog comments, You Do need a dog! Bella entertained/ babysat your boys for hours while I did all my errands, etc. Oops, did I say that out loud...
In case you didn't pick up on that, fellow bloggers, Bella is neither a housekeeper nor a nanny. She's a DOG! Deb's DOG was babysitting my kids while Deb was out "running errands," which I can only assume is a euphemism for "hitting the bars."
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