Here's lazy.  Nielsen Ratings sent diaries (and $1) for us to write down 8 days of our viewing habits.  Tonight i'm ready to watch a little TV.  The problem is I feel too lazy to record the info in the Nielsen diary and dishonest if i dont.  That and the stress of scanning the entire TV guide and trying to remember the possibilities of what might be tolerable to watch all the while praying for the off chance of something brilliant being on.  The digital signal is always greener.  Also have a borrowed book to finish and a Netflix thats been here a month.  At least the internet doesnt put all these pressures on me.

Right now i feel like the weary middle aged mother of an 11 month old wild child because thats what i am.   Spending all my spare time with Cavedog, buying him different new toys to see what he favors, and walking him miles every day.   He's not even near tired.  My clothes are getting looser.  Here's proof on yahoo.

Cavedogs still been perfectly behaved in the house too,  the biggest shocker for a boy who has been kenneled most of his life.  Roomies daughter adopted a pound dog a month before me and he cost them several hundred in Vet bills right off, poor boy was sick and they just finally housebroke him last week.  They installed a dog door for him but he would stand and look at it while he peed in the hall.  I am so lucky.  So far.

It's not a surprise that he's here but i really wasnt planning on another dog after my beloved Son died.  My plan was to save up for the next year and hitchhike the world.  Have to alter that a little.  No regrets though, we needed each other. 

He's still very skittish and we are usually never more than 3 ft apart.  Sometimes he has to stand in the bathroom while i brush my teeth.  He'll jump in bed with roomie to watch TV if i'm in the room but hides from roomie when i'm at w$#k.  He still sleeps in bed squished up beside me, its a twin, some nights both cats are in there too.  I wake up a lot.  Have no idea how social he'll ever be but we are trying to cure him with love and treats.   Cavedogs complicated.

I was taking him out for a final prew%$k walk this week and he was so excited he bolted when i opened the door.   My hands were full and the leash was tangled around my fingers when he jerked me.  It totally wrenched my ring finger on my left hand (something thats been as much use to me as my ovaries, so not a huge loss.)  Not broken but swollen and a big old bruise down both sides of my hand.  Hurts like hell if it gets touched.   No health coverage for me so i'm thinking of suing roomies homeowner policy.  Wish he'd train his damn pets a little better.

posted by: rustymadgal at 11/23/07 19:46 | link | comments (8) |

Sometimes it's hard to be a woman.

What in the hell ever happened to bubblewrap?  I want my bubblewrap!  Roomie got some stuff by mail (cant keep him away from QVC, he loves Precious Moments) and it came packed in those newage stupid plastic bags sealed full of air. 

Can nothing ever stay the same?







Except for Tivo, the internet and home teef whitening strips i really hate these modern times. 

Back to the airbags.  You cant pop them!  They're not recyclable.  They have to be stabbed or they take up the whole trash.   Stupid air filled clear plastic packing bags piss me off but not as much as the cursed styrofoam peanuts.

All it took was one static charged fluffy cat if a peanut filled carton  was opened in a trailer they would be turning up under the bed for years to come, just like that fucking Easter Basket grass.   Not really related so i'm not even going to get into the seasonal litterbox sparkler, kitty poo on tinsel strand.   This has turned into my secret clean floor compulsion confession.  Tinsel never really goes away either. 

There's no topping bubblewrap.  What are our children's children going to pop in years to come?




The warning label from the boring non-poppable stupid air filled clear plastic packing bags does pack some wisdom however.

Dont allow spare tire to levitate over waves.
Dont allow tatertot baby to play basketball.
Dont allow tatertot baby to use beer keg as space helmet.

posted by: rustymadgal at 11/19/07 18:45 | link | comments (5) |

The duhrections that came with Cavedogs new leash and collar.



























Cavedog after reading them and going mad from all the Made in China lead goodness.

posted by: rustymadgal at 11/17/07 04:18 | link | comments (4) |

Dear RMG,



(Sorry I'm late!)






Love,
AmericanGirl
xoxoxoxo

posted by: AmericanGirl at 11/12/07 07:00 | link | comments (7) |

By popular demand more photos of my beautiful cavedog exploring the world.  He has a floppy lazy ear and his tail loops around in a circle when hes out running around.  He's gone from being terrified of the car to waiting next to it for rides.












His playfulness is coming out and when he wants to run fast but is stopped by the leash he turns on it shows his teeth, grabs it and starts bucking around trying to pull it out of my hand.  Funny as hell but i dont want to encourage it.  He still looks serious most of the time but he definitely has a sense of humor.






































Poor cavedog only wanted to look out the window too (there is about 2 ft of space between the desk and the plants) but The Princess glared him out doing so.














Cavedog is still afraid of the kitchen so he eats in the living room.  If we cooked in there he would really have a reason to be afraid but we dont.   All these furry bastards have full bowls of food/water at all times but Frankie eats Cavedogs food in front of him because he can.   One of these days Frankie is going to be missing not only an eye but his entire head.

posted by: rustymadgal at 11/10/07 10:08 | link | comments (5) |

Its not like me to get on the internet and brag when a man spends the night but my new boy is still perfect.  Except that he was homeless most of his life and is too terrified in the Trailer to do anything right or wrong.

My poor semi- little cavedog, the whole world is new and scary.  He does love his walks and day by day is becoming braver.  Its been a whirlwind adoption.  Since i hike alone on my days off i was only planning to volunteer to take homeless mutts out to burn off some steam.  This boy caught my eye.  He has a reputation as a problem child but loves to cuddle and still sleeps everynight squished up next to me.  The cats are pissed and still follow him around glaring.

I do have to once again find a second job, especially now with another mouth to feed.  I love this ad for our local urine testing lab.  Could have designed it myself.  Smiling faces, high volume, he he he.

posted by: rustymadgal at 11/07/07 05:00 | link | comments (10) |

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