My poor pooch. For those of you don’t know Farley dog is my dog. I’ve had him since he was 12 weeks old and just a little lump of pup. Now he’s creeping up on 9 years. I brought him to the vet on Saturday and got some pretty bad news: the pooch has Lyme […]
Oh, boy. Certain recent events remind me why I don’t have kids yet. Many people know that I completely love and adore my dog, Farley. He’s been with me through several rough times, numerous great times and an infinite number of hours just lounging around. Yesterday was an absolute banner day for me and my […]
Another tragedy strikes my family just as suddenly as my parents finally make it home to Va. Beach. Whereas this past weekend we celebrated my Mom & Dad making it home and my father surviving his ordeal, I just got word from my eldest sister that my grandmother had a stroke and probably won’t make […]
My parents finally made it home from the Philippines last week. They got to their house in Va. Beach and we finally got to see them for the Easter holiday. Oh, man. You can tell they missed being here in the comforts of their own home. One of Mom’s biggest pet peeves was that television […]
Here’s an update on my dad from my sister: Dad is now having cardiac rehab/physical therapy every other day. He did well after his 1st day but slept most of the night because he was tired from exercising. He’s still too weak to walk on his own but he does sit in chair and is […]
Many people are remember that my father went through some really tough times in 2001. He was in the Intensive Care Unit at the Portsmouth Naval Hospital from February through August of that year. It was a very rough time for the entire family but we all had faith that he would pull through, even […]
I’m an ass. Hands down, I’m an ass. OH! HANDS DOWN MY ASS! No, no…I can’t stand taking pictures. I really hate them. I feel stupid standing there waiting for a picture to be taken. So, I reckon that if I’m going to feel stupid then I may as well act stupid. I don’t think […]
…To us, sex was taking my Superman doll and making him kiss my sister’s Barbie doll. We had an inkling, of course, because my sister would press them together tightly, facing each other, and say ‘Look! They’re in love making babies!’. I didn’t get it…
So, a friend of mine celebrated his getting married today. Hmmm. Let’s keep him anonymous and we’ll call him “Sam Sadeghi”. Yes, that will do. He finally stopped playing with his Mr. Happy long enough to actually get hitched to his girlfriend of the past few years. This was all well and good and it was great to see him and his new wife. The thing that was fascinating to observe, though, was how different cultures behave in get togethers.
Many of you know that I have the sleeping habits of a bat and that I can get by on only a few hours a night. When I say ‘few’, it can be as little as two. Don’t get me wrong – I like sleep. Some of my best friends sleep. I think my parents often sleep, too. But me? Meh. I feel like the world is going by without me if I’m asleep. When I do sleep I find it to be one of those very nice, peaceful places where I can just relax. Well, you would think so. I never knew that going to sleep would actually require The Ancient Arts of Sleep Combat.
So, I’m sitting here at my computer and I’m staring at my dogs. They just happen to be sitting next to me, sleeping as I work. I am so happy to have such goofy dogs. So much so that I am not sure that I ever want to have children. I mean, look at the picture of Angela’s dog, Tobey.