The dung heap on our foundation.
I’ve figured out what the problem is with this country. We have a strong foundation called the Constitution, but over the past 200 plus years our elected officials have dumped a dung heap… Continue reading
The President of Dream World
Ever have one of those dreams where you’re standing at a table with Obama, Holder, and Obama junior yelling, “Mr. President, you have to stop killing this country! Now!” and that’s when you… Continue reading
Diary of a fat white dog (with brown spots).
4:46 am. My human turned on her side. She must be restless. I’ll breathe in her face to help her sleep. Why is she asking if the toilet overflowed? 5:05am. My human… Continue reading
Typed in 60 seconds. Education then and now.
More on (or moron) changes that have happened since my birth. Tonight’s treat is… EDUCATION: Then: There was no such thing as a learning disability. I was in 1st grade when Rhoda… Continue reading
I don’t want to go home again
Another 3 am post. What is this time of night called? The bitching hour? As my birthday approaches, I think of the changes that have happened since my birth. Tonight’s treat is…… Continue reading
Happy Birthday to Me.
I’m in my 60’s and approaching another birthday. I’m still an insufferable annoyance, I “ain’t quite right,” and have a host of other things I prefer to ignore until they rear their… Continue reading
Generational Amnesia
If you’ve read my blog, you already know my viewpoint on insanity: It’s an affliction inhabiting anyone still living on this Earth after the age of 5. Talking about things… Continue reading
HERDING CATS
Years ago, I had a dog that wasn’t quite right. Yep, she fit right in with the rest of the family. Part Chow and part Rottweiler, the psychopathic half of her personality shattered… Continue reading
The end of a rough night
Last night was rough. If it wasn’t the dog breathing in my face,or the pain radiating everywhere, it was the dream of being a small child hunted down by assassins. The crowd surrounding… Continue reading
Life With A Deaf, Blind, Lame, Senile Dog That Thinks She’s My Mother
My dog is on drugs…. anti-flea meds every four days, antibiotics and anti-pain pills twice a day, and prednisone for itching down to every other day. Oh yes, and a diluted vinegar spray every… Continue reading