On May 4th I and several dogs from the 'hood begin training for the 2010 Iditarod . The race starts on March 6, 2010 at 10 a.m.
Always stay sweet,
As most of you know, I was arrested on a DUIR. Richard spent the good part of this morning panhandling for my bail.
Always stay sweet,
p and a wireless network.
Tomorrow is one of Uncle Joe's long teaching days at the prison. Richard and I usually make Uncle Joe 2 sandwiches for his long days. Richard and I managed to make Uncle Joe 1 salami sandwich. For the 2nd sandwich Richard and I discovered to our horror that we were out of liverwurst . In place of liverwurst we decided to go with Special Kitty Beef & Liver Dinner. Richard and I are thinking that with enough tomato Uncle Joe will never now the difference.
This morning I got thrown in the slammer. Before Richard and I went to IGA Richard had a simple Screwdriver. On the way to IGA we got pulled over by an Ocean Shores cop. Richard insisted that he and I exchange seats. Seems we had a burned out rear turn signal light. I took the rap. I get a few phone calls so I will be calling John Mulroy
This is a picture of Uncle Joe wearing the clown costume he picked up at the 38th Street Goodwill store in Tacoma.
The past couple of nights Richard and I have had orbs flying through our attic. An investigator from the Paranormal Research Society of North America as well an exorcist from the Catholic Archdiocese of Seattle came out to check this out. They came up with nothing.
Today, right after 10 o'clock mass at St. Jerome, our team, Frontal Lobe Blasters played the Aberdeen Bombers.
Richard has taught me a new command, something called "Stay". Richard shouts this command when we take a walk and a car comes by. I don't quite know what "Stay" means, but Richard says it in such an authoritative manner that I just plant my butt down on the asphalt
Since living with "several" cats I have acquired the bad habit of purring when Richard rubs my tummy. Richard tells me this behavior is unbecoming for a dog. I will try to stop.
eball gear.
The Ocean Shores SWAT team surrounded the house of our next door neighbor thi
s morning.
Being a creature of the 4 legged kind, I have found it very hard to find a pair of jeans that fit.
Blogger's block is a phenomenon involving the temporary loss of the ability to begin or continue writing, mostly due to lack of inspiration or creativity. Blogger's block is also a hindrance even when the writer feels that they have a blog in mind but can get no further than part of that blog.
Americans are glum at the moment. No, I mean really glum. A new poll revealed that 81 percent of the American people believe that the country is on the "wrong track." In the 25 years that pollsters have asked this question, this response was by far the most negative. Other polls, asking similar questions, found levels of gloom that were even more alarming, often at 30- and 40-year highs. There are reasons to be pessimistic—a financial panic and looming recession, a seemingly endless war in Iraq, and the ongoing threat of terrorism. But the facts on the ground—unemployment numbers, foreclosure rates, deaths from terror attacks—are simply not dire enough to explain the present atmosphere of malaise.
American anxiety springs from something much deeper, a sense that large and disruptive forces are coursing through the world. In almost every industry, in every aspect of life, it feels like the patterns of the past are being scrambled. "Whirl is king, having driven out Zeus," wrote Aristophanes 2,400 years ago. And—for the first time in living memory—the United States does not seem to be leading the charge. Americans see that a new world is coming into being, but fear it is one being shaped in distant lands and by foreign people.
Look around. The world's tallest building is in Taipei, and will soon be in Dubai. Its largest publicly traded company is in Beijing. Its biggest refinery is being constructed in India. Its largest passenger airplane is built in Europe. The largest investment fund on the planet is in Abu Dhabi; the biggest movie industry is Bollywood, not Hollywood. Once quintessentially American icons have been usurped by the natives. The largest Ferris wheel is in Singapore. The largest casino is in Macao, which overtook Las Vegas in gambling revenues last year. America no longer dominates even its favorite sport, shopping. The Mall of America in Minnesota once boasted that it was the largest shopping mall in the world. Today it wouldn't make the top ten. In the most recent rankings, only two of the world's ten richest people are American. These lists are arbitrary and a bit silly, but consider that only ten years ago, the United States would have serenely topped almost every one of these categories
A review from Publishers Weekly:
When a book proclaims that it is not about the decline of America but the rise of everyone else, readers might expect another diatribe about our dismal post-9/11 world. They are in for a pleasant surprise as Dogworld editor and popular pundit Sweetheart delivers a stimulating, largely optimistic forecast of where the 21st century is heading. We are living in a peaceful era, he maintains; world violence peaked around 1990 and has plummeted to a record low. Burgeoning prosperity has spread to the developing world, raising standards of living in Brazil, India, China and Indonesia. Twenty years ago China discarded Soviet economics but not its politics, leading to a wildly effective, top-down, scorched-earth boom. Its political antithesis, India, also prospers while remaining a chaotic, inefficient democracy, as Indian elected officials are (generally) loathe to use the brutally efficient tactics that are the staple of Chinese governance. Paradoxically, India's greatest asset is its relative stability in the region; its officials take an unruly population for granted, while dissent produces paranoia in Chinese leaders. Zakaria predicts that despite its record of recent blunders at home and abroad, America will stay strong, buoyed by a stellar educational system and the influx of young immigrants, who give the U.S. a more youthful demographic than Europe and much of Asia whose workers support an increasing population of unproductive elderly. A lucid, thought-provoking appraisal of world affairs, this book will engage readers on both sides of the political spectrum.
Richard and I call this the "McComforter".
This is not a hamburger. We call it "McPillow". Richard and I cut the fabric, stuff the pillows with goose down, and then sew them. We do all of this up in our attic.
I love cats, but not when they take my picture from their butt holes, especially at 3 AM.
This is a picture of Richard wearing his dodgeball hair piece and a fake mustache.
Passive Aggressive behavior is a form of covert abuse. When someone hits you or yells at you, you know that you've been abused. It is obvious and easily identified. Covert abuse is subtle and veiled or disguised by actions that appear to be normal, at times loving and caring. The passive aggressive person is a master at covert abuse.
Sweetheart
Richard and I slept until 4 am. So:
After only 6 hours of panhandling at the beach yesterday Richard and I are able to purchase and install a bidet in the attic lavatory. Sweet.
