Saturday, Aug. 28, 2004 | 9:23 a.m.
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Yesterday's lyrics were guessed by many Tori fans, but rowan79 got it first (she sent me an email). The song was "The Wrong Band" by Tori Amos.
Have I mentioned that my fair husband is still not home? He finally got on his way last night, only to have the axle on the trailer break, thankfully at a gas station as he was pulling out. He made it a whopping 3 hours out of Bloomington. ::sigh::
Today they are "having trouble" finding someone to transfer the stuff out of the broken trailer and into the new one, so Jeff is going to just go do it himself. We have lost so much time, it's not even funny. He needs to come home so we can finish unpacking and he can get a job. And then D and I are going to work on a business plan for my store, to see how feasible it is. And Rowan? We are thinking it might be helpful to rent out space to a massage therapist...
Does anyone want a slightly runty AKC-registered black lab? Persephone -- who was Jasmine's dog -- needs to live in a home that is not mine. She's not a bad dog, she's just too rambunctious for my mental well-being. And then there's her harness/collar fixation. Our other dog, Hades, has had many collars and harnesses. You might think that is because he grows out of them, wears them out, uses them up in some normal way. You would be so very, very wrong. Persephone has a fetish, and last night we saw just how pathetic it is.
We've known that she has a fixation with taking those things off any dog she comes in contact with. She can't seem to help herself; somehow in the midst of playing, she always finds herself with the collar hanging from her mouth like a dead duck -- she is a lab, after all. It's such a "thing" for her, that we have taken to just leaving Hades sans-collar unless we are taking him somewhere.
Last night D came over and brought her basset mix, Harmony. Harmony wears a red harness, and no sooner did she plop herself down on the cool tile floor than came Persephone, standing over her and nuzzling her harness. D & I thought we would remove the harness so Persephone could play with Harmony without the distraction. We found out that Harmony is the distraction, and that Persephone's real interest is in the harness. When D removed it, Persephone followed her like she was holding a thick, dripping steak and gazed forlornly at the harness where it sat high on the counter. She totally ignored Harmony for the moment. Few minutes later, she decides to counter cruise for a freaking harness right in front of me! Now she certainly knows that's a no -- but she was so compelled to try to get the harness, she could not help herself. It was a sad, junkie moment for Persephone.
So anyway, harness-fetish dog, free to good home. Great with kids, cats and other dogs. Current on all shots and spayed. Any takers?? Please??
Okay, yesterday I said I would have lyrics from the voice of my intellect, which was obviously challenged last night by my freakish dog. Here they are:
except all the radios agree with all the tvs
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