Here I am ~still in my non-descript dark cave in my undisclosed forest in my undisclosed state. I will not give up my coordinates. Don’t ask. Suffice to say somewhere on a mountain in a "one bar" service area (for both drinks and 3G). Sad yet true.
The last part of December and the first part of January 2011 was pure hell on this forest woman......my male Sheltie pup, Finn, began his epileptic seizures, which sadly was the beginning of the end. He is gone now, but he will never be forgotten. Shadow-Man is gone now too, having passed away in November. Shadow lived a long and happy life, almost 13 years old. It was just me, Skye-Pilot and Kesä for awhile - well, until Shep came into our lives. But that is another story for another time. I just want to get my last blog of 2011 done.
Sooooooooo ~
It’s almost 2012 and we’re not driving dragons? The future sickens me. It’s bad enough that Santa once again forgot to leave my pink rocket shoes under the Christmas tree....again. Again for the last 50 some freak’n years I might add. As I have said before ~ “For the truly wronged, real satisfaction can only be found in one of two places: absolute forgiveness or mortal vindication .....seriously Dude, you don’t want to anger me!” Yes, Santa, you have angered me.
Do I have any New Year’s Resolutions? Nope, my only New Years Resolution, if you can even call it a resolution, is to remember to write “2012" instead of “2011"
My Thoughts for the last day of 2011:
We all know a few people we figure had been dropped as a baby, clearly there are even some who were thrown at the wall.
Just do it tomorrow. You’ve probably made enough mistakes for today and for the year of 2011.
If your dog thinks you’re the greatest person in the world, whatever you do ~ don’t seek a second opinion. Just go with it. Enjoy the moment.
No one can ruin your day without your permission. It’s the last day of this crazy year, don’t let anyone rain on your parade.
The word listen contains the same letters as the word silent. Seriously.
No matter how old you are, an empty Christmas wrapping paper tube is still a light saber.
Apparently the only member of my family with a personal trainer is my dog.
I think the only difference between a yard sale and a trash pickup is how close to the road the stuff is placed.
There are a lot of people out there that use expensive, illegal substances to blur the lines of reality. All I have to do is just take off my reading glasses.
My Questions for the day:
How come my cell phone doesn’t have enough battery left to take any pictures, but it has enough battery to keep telling me that it’s low?
Square Box. Round Pizza. Triangle Slices. WTH?
My Admissions for today:
I have never committed a crime. But I will admit I have at times failed to comply with the law. Whatever.
During my ‘teen years’ my parents once accused me of being a liar. I don’t even remember what it was all about. Doesn’t matter. I looked them in the face and said, “Ummm....really? Tooth fairy, Santa, Easter bunny?” and walked away. End of discussion.
Always a Washingtonian:
I grew up with slugs and snails, and one little bit of information I can provide is that a slug is just a snail with a housing problem. Homeless. Homeless slug. That is just freak’n sad.
Just wondering......
I have this obsessive and relentless need to end each blog on a joke.
Barack Obama
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