:::Yawn::: I love my dogs…but.
(Not to be confused with loving my dog's butt.)
Two nights ago, Roscoe (aka Rocco) kept waking me up whining because he wanted treats. Spoiled! He did get one, but apparently he wanted to pull a Margaret and binge. He wasn’t allowed the opportunity; hence the whining. Last night, I stepped outside around 3 a.m. to get another log for the fire, and both Rocco and Mr. Gibbs followed me out. They immediately spied some intruder (neighborhood dog, I suspect) and before long, the whole neighborhood was awake. Except Ole Boy…because he can sleep through an earthquake that happens after the tornado that he also slept through.
After I finally got the dogs back in the house, I said something to Ole Boy that wasn't very nice, because I thought he was still in bed after all the commotion. Imagine my surprise when he answered...he had finally decided to wake up.
This long, cold winter is wearing me out. :::shiverMeTimbers::: And my dry skin! I need spring!
I’ve had a case of the mully-grubs lately. I’m not sure if it’s the cold or my upcoming birthday. I really thought I wasn’t going to have any issues with turning 50…after all, I am actually admitting my age this year. But I did have a moment of panic when the work email went out that we would be having my “Big O” party this month. That was the first time I’d felt a little angst. Then Ole Boy mentioned something about “no longer being in my forties.” Yeah, that didn't help. Then I tripped going down the stairs at work and broke a fingernail when I caught myself on the railing...which really isn't a big deal, especially when you consider that I didn't fall down the stairs...but it made me tear up anyway. That's when I decided to place blame on my birthday. Ding Dang 50's.
So when I noticed that I was irritable and whiny (ok, more irritable and whiny than usual) I consoled myself by formulating some snarky blog posts in my head that included things like:
You are too old to wear a skirt that short. And it’s way-yonder too cold for that!
You must be talking in circles, or I am hearing in squares, because that just sounds stupid.
Dear Other Person:
Please shut up. I feel assaulted.
You get the idea. And some of the things I wanted to say weren't nice at all…you know, like the nice things I said above.
So, yeah. My birthday. This cold weather. My normal attitude. Probably not a good combination. I should doodle more and think less. Here’s a doodle I did some months ago. I was surfing the net looking at other people’s doodles, and came across several that looked like this…so I did one for myself.
|If I could figure out Picasa, I would have cropped and framed it...|
it's in a bound graph-paper book, so it was a little difficult to scan.
Have a great day!