Sadie the lapdog.

I think that our dog thinks she’s a Mexican jumping bean. I took her for a walk this morning, and when we got back home, I blew some soap bubbles for her.


She was about as thrilled as I’ve ever seen her, racing around, trying to sniff and eat the bubbles, running from one end of the yard to the other. I had just blown a fresh batch of bubbles when she SPRANG up from the ground to try for a particularly large bubble, and the next thing I knew, her hind feet were even with my HEAD, and she was flying through the air with the greatest of ease.

The spud and Sadie greeting each other.

Yesterday, Fred and I were outside (well, maybe it was Sunday. The days kinda run together) and Sadie was all excited, jumping up on me and wagging her tail like hell, when the need to fly came over her, and she SPRANG up into the air (not as high as today, though) next to me, and on her way by tried her damnedest to lick my face. I don’t recall if she was successful in the licking part, though, because I was watching Fred, who was laughing so hard he could hardly breathe.

Belly rub! Belly rub! Gimme belly rub, damnit!

We watched Legally Blond over the weekend, and I enjoyed it, though Fred thought it was stupid, which is no big shock. Is it just me, or was Reese Witherspoon totally channeling Christine Taylor’s Marcia Brady? The way she walked, the way she talked, everything about the character was similar to the extreme, wasn’t it? Or is it just me?

The spud and Miz Poo discussing their day.

I have a rash upon my left arm. It’s got to be dog-related, because it showed up a few days after we adopted her (hey, it’s been a week today, by the way), and it’s itching like hell. I suppose I should try some hydrocortisone or something, instead of just scratching at it and bitching about how much it itches, ya think?

Tubby snoozing his day away on the sweater dryer/ kitty hammock I put there JUST for the kitties.

I had a busy morning today, starting with 20 minutes of High Intensity Interval Cardio, followed by a shower, some laundry, a quick shake, a visit to Target, then to Publix, then the movie store, and finally home. All in the space of two hours, which I thought was pretty good.

Spot, snoozing the day away on the bed. MY side of the bed, of course, where better to drop all those white cat hairs than on the side of the bed belonging to a woman who wears only black pants?

My computer is PISSING ME OFF lately, because it’s gotten all kinds of slow. It IS two years old, after all, and it’s about time for a new computer. Something’s happened to it so that I can’t even burn damn cds, and that just ticks me off. Fred has half-promised that we’ll look into getting new computers next month with the extra money he gets from selling his sick and vacation time back to the company. I need a new scanner too, because the one my parents gave us is adding a lovely yellow-and-green stripe to everything I scan. I need, I need, I need…

Miz Poo doesn’t much care to see the spud playing with that big panting slobbery thing.

I found out over the weekend that I was nominated – well, the diet journal was nominated, and that I is different from the Bitchypoo I, kinda – for an Outstanding Entry award, for my August 27th entry, which is awesomely cool. Honor to be nominated, and all that. I’d like to thank the academy… Oh, except considering the caliber of the entries I’m up against, I’ll have to be happy with the honor of it.

The irony is that I nominated Secra’s entry.

Well, now my isp is pissing me off, because my internet access has been up and down all afternoon, and now it’s down. Fuckers. It makes me mad because it’s never just one day affected by periodic outages, but several days in a row. Always.

I think I’m going to go stir my black beans and pout.