I’ve heard all of you. I know I haven’t been posting like normal. The last couple of weeks have been a little on the odd side here. I’m suffering, in some respect, with writer’s block. Then there has been a last minute visitor. That’s my mom and I got a little sidetracked. So I am apologizing for that. I’m a slacker. You all should know that by now.
My friend, Nikki at My Cyber House Rules, reminded me today why I blog. Check her out, I know you will follow her and appreciate her just like I do. I blog for the opportunity to vent and rant. I blog to tell my readers and those who care what I think about the situations and scenes I find. It’s because I know you are waiting with bated breath for my every word of wisdom I can impart. Then I have a question for all of you.
Where are you all on Fridays? I am now the co-host for Fawk You Friday, along with J at Boobies, Babies, & A Blog (she’s great, don’t miss her), and I haven’t seen most of you there. Why is that? Join us! Because I said so! Ok. That’s out of the way.
What to talk about now. Since I’m just rambling, let’s talk about dogs. Let’s talk about mine to be exact. I love my dogs. I know you all heard about the Boo dog, he’s an English Mastiff and a big boy. He bit some kid who decided to trespass on our property and lean over the fence. Well, guess what! The kid admitted to the cop who came that he had been drinking. He’s only 19. He got a trespassing ticket and then he contacted an attorney so he can sue us. This kid has some balls and that’s all I have to say. We’re waiting for the insurance company to do its thing and then we’ll find out if we can keep him. I hope that boy is proud of himself. I’d like to have him alone for about 10 minutes and have my baseball bat in my hand. Of course, he would be tied up and I would have a hay day. Do I sound bitter? Yes I do. That’s because I am. Dumb little prick.
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