I don't know who Glenn is, but he's right on the money.

Wow, just what the heck is going on with the weather? I live in this wonderful green valley, because I enjoy the seasons here. Not too hot, not too cold; is that too much to ask? Apparently it is too much to ask. As I sit here at my computer with the fan on me, I pray that my son doesn't come home with a bunch of buddies while my t-shirt is pulled up around my neck.

I used to be thin. I don't like cooking in this weather with this extra 30 (eh hem...uh 40) lbs blobbed over my skeleton. My thighs stick together when I walk, (not cool man, really). And I think I should wear some maxi-thins under my boobs so I don't get those gross, wet, half moon ring thingies under my tatas.

Today, I cooked the usual rice concoction to mix in my dog's kibble.....outside on the driveway. I didn't want to heat up the house any more than it already is, so I put the water, rice and veggies in a pot, threw a lid on it, and let it sit out there for about an hour. When I brought it in the house, I was curious. I opened it up, the rice looked done, and when I stuck a meat thermometer in it, it read 130 degrees. No shit.

I hung out some laundry around 1pm. The usual, towels, jeans, and such; it was dry by 1:20. WTF? It takes my dryer 60 minutes to dry the same stuff.

My poor dogs. Daisy, who is black, is roasting....she's not exactly thin either. I'm pretty sure her thighs are rubbing painfully together too. Mazzy has a triple wolf coat, and is wrapped around the coolness of the toilet tank. I'm starting to think that that might be the place to be.

My hubby took me to lunch today, while I waited for him to get the car afterwards , I noticed a strange sound every time someone walked out of the building to go to their cars. It took me a minute, but I finally realized it was the sound of a uncontrollable whimper. A whimper that was escaping from between the lips of every soul coming out of that blessedly, wonderful A/C building. I felt, and still feel their pain.

I wish the A/C fairy would come to my house. Do you think that if I put my sweat drenched bra under my pillow, I will wake up and have an air conditioner under there in the morning? P.S When I spell checked this post, it recommended I change "tatas" to "taters". Well....close enough. HAHAHA

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I love you Boo. Our time was too short.

The Rainbow Bridge story
Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge. When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge.

There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable. All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor; those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by.

The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.

They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent; His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster. You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again.

The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.

Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together

.... Author unknown

Ah the Sweet Smell of Brain Cells Burning

I have to do my final for Political Science today, and I just don't feel like it. My teacher made it a take home, and well, so far I took it home, to the coffee shop and to the gym. Where else am I supposed to take it? I feel like it's a new pet of some kind. Or even worse, a new baby. I have to feed it (write the essays), change it (edit the essays), put it down for a nap(throw it down in disgust), and then it starts all over again. Blah!

Even worse is that I also have tons of computer class stuff to do, and I am a little freaked out about my new class starting on Monday, Cultural Anthropology. Oh and did I mention that for some reason I decided to take the second poly/sci class this term? Same teacher too.

Next time, I will do as I do when I am ordering a new flavor of beer. Try a small sip, then decide if I want a whole pint or even two. If I would have done that in a manner of speaking with this instructor, I would have chosen differently. Oh well.

Can you tell my final is going well? So far I have played around on Facebook, checked my email, got trapped in a space-time continuum on YouTube, and trolled Craigslist. Oh and of course, here I am blogging for the first time in what seems like ages. I tried to play Maple Story, but it wasn't working right, so here I am.

Well, I guess I have goofed off long enough. Pray for me as I step into the abyss of Political Science Final Land.