Monday, February 27, 2006


Poor Gus caught a case of clostridium.
Poor Gus has diarrhea of the explosive variety.
Poor Gus is feeling the pain.
You can see it in his eyes.

Two trips to the vet and two kinds of pills later, the little guy is feeling much better. Yes, I'm now in love with my vet. Cleaning up sh*t morning, noon and night is not a fun thing. Really.

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Wednesday, February 22, 2006

Yes, I need a life...

...because I had new gutters put on my house today, and, well... they're beautiful. I can't remember the last time I was this excited about something so mundane. I just want to pitch a chair on the front lawn, back to the street, and admire the innate beauty of a downspout...

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Wednesday, February 15, 2006

To bastardize Neruda to show my love for Neruda. Perhaps this sums up the feelings I have for the auspicious day of February 14th...

Come to my heart
dressed in white
with a bouquet of bloody roses
and goblets of ashes.
Come with an apple
and a horse
for there is dark room there
with some twisted chairs
a broken candleholder
and a dead dove
with a number.

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Tuesday, February 14, 2006

Hurlmark blows

I really loathe the idea of a company-touted holiday that capitalizes on the sentiments (or fears) of a population bombarded with meaningless twaddle. Think about all the money that is spent on this one 'holiday'. Last year it was over THIRTY BILLION DOLLAR$. This is in the name of love? I'd love it if some of that could be diverted to our educational system or to the building of new levees or to (pick-your-disease) research or... hey, let your imagination run wild. But I digress...

Yes, there's history surrounding St. Valentine's Day... but which explanation works for you? After all, there's a ton of 'em out there. I'd have to say my personal favorite involves three early Christian saints of the same name who were all said to have been martyred on February 14th. Makes you feel all warm 'n cozy inside, doesn't it? Or does it make you crave chocolate? (Mmmm... chocolate...)

I'm just curious. What (or why) exactly do we celebrate this day? Do you even know? Does it matter? Are we so in love with being in love that it's just a perfect excuse to go out to dinner, buy flowers and what-have-you... in short, to spend our money in order to show or prove our love to someone else? What say ye?

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Thursday, February 09, 2006

I don't get it...

Why do people have boxes of Kleenex in the rear window of their car? I almost understand the stupid little stuffed animals; look in your rear view and there's a plethora of plush, smiling faces staring at you... while the guy in the SUV behind you is honking or giving you the finger for sitting at a green light whilst admiring your little horde.

Why, when there is a YIELD sign, do people ignore it and just keep going? I almost got creamed today by a little old lady driving recklessly to her unknown destination. The only reason I didn't give her the one finger salute was because, well, she was a little. old. lady.

Why does my boss insist on having a conversation with me through a closed door? Gee willickers, I'm taking a leak! Don't talk to me when I'm mid-stream. You won't get a response.

Why is it when I go to a construction site the guys tell me to watch where I'm walking? It's something I mastered about 39 years ago. I'm perambulatin' (yes, indeed). My eyes really ARE open. I'm paying attention, believe it or not.

Why is it necessary for me to take a vacation day just to get stupid things done like taking the dog to the vet, having my eyes checked or the oil changed in my car? This is NOT a vacation, now is it?

But the biggest thing? Why do I keep hearing people bitching about the cold when we live in IOWA and it's FEBRUARY? It's about ten degrees warmer than the average. Are we gettin' just a little too comfortable with global warming?

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