Hurry!

I hope the New Year hurries its little ass here this has been a doozy of a year and I can only hope it gets better.

My parents are in town and I am so happy about that.

I don't want them to leave. I feel very safe when they are around.

I am totally alone in a lot of things in my life right now and it's so nice to feel like I have someone - anyone on my side.

On a sweet note - Spike is doing well. Likes his cage and sometimes actually poops outside.

I got him originally because he was one of the docile ones in the bunch. But - like all puppies he must have been tired that day. He likes biting and nipping and chewing and running around...A lot. So needless to say he has been quite a handful.

But - he has been a great diversion from all the crap.

So - Happy Holiday - Merry Christmas and all the rest. Don't want to leave anyone out but I cannot spell half the holidays this month that will be celebrated.

I will not Bah-Humbug but I will gracefully (see get drunk) and sleep my way thru the New Year!

Maybe I will be in a better mood when I return and I see what I got under the tree.

Presents always make me feel better.

How many...

How many days until Christmas? I still don't have a tree!?!

I am sorely behind in all my duties. I am a terrible human.

J calls me this morning and decides that the gifts that I bought for her friends are not enough and I need to spend more.

She will be sad to hear that my pocketbook is closed for business.

Poor thing......NOT!

I am just not feeling the season. I have been so busy with work and since the boycott of all things "Christmas" in the media - I am not feeling the "Happy Holiday" or the "Season Greeting".

I hope I can get the feeling started. I guess a trip to the mall is in order to get that feeling I need.

You know the one. The desperation, the guilt, the total need to buy an item that you hope the person doesn't put in their regift pile.

I think some eggnog may be in order. With an extra splash of rum.

Maybe that will make me feel a bit more jolly or worse case...Make me want to settle in for a warm winters nap.

zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...............

Nanee Nanee

Boo boo.

Stick your head in Doo Doo!

I got a puppy!

HB bought me a puppy!

I am now the proud owner of a Toy Poodle named Spike.

Spike is a little bigger than J's guinea pig.

Smaller than Mooch.

If you stuck a stick up his ass you could use him to clean your ears.

I love Spike.

He has his own Burberry bag in which I will carry him everywhere.

He's a little pistol has a neat personality and will be quite a spitfire.

So - yea for me. And boo to you Rescue Homes.

I tried to use you. Denied at every turn.

I now have my own and he will be treated fantastically.

Is it gay to paint his toes if he's a boy?

Heck - he's still a poodle!

Dread

Once upon a time a long, long time ago my fair haired cousin dated a very preppy boy. Went to a very good Catholic school in town. I think he even played on the football team.

They were a very cute couple. She used to cut his meat for him when he would attend family dinners at my house.

He was very clean, cute and well mannered with a white toothy smile and seemed that he was destined for the corporate world.

Welllllll.......she had told me a while ago that he was becoming Rasta.

Couldn't really believe it. Couldn't imagine it in my mind.

Figured it was a stage. Thought he smoked a little Ganja - liked that the religion said it was something he could wake and bake to and was going thru a phase.

Until yesterday.

My boss - also a former Yuppie / Preppy / Label Whore has taken a shine to the Rasta life.

His hair which was kept neat and short and full of product is now a slowly growing mat of hair.

His clothes which were always prefaced by what designer now prefers jeans - t-shirts and flip-flops.

His diet changed - his music changed and his whole lifestyle has pretty much done a total turnaround.

Well - he came in with some CD's the other day and I had mentioned that I knew the man behind the beard and the knee length dreadlocks.

W (my boss) was very happy - that I knew him and wanted to know all the details.

I told him as much as I remember and he gobbled up all my information and had dinner with JD (his new name) .

JD laughed heartily with a flicker in his eye as he fondly recalled his youth with W.

He shared about his love of my cousin and shared happy memories of attending parties at the Parental Units house.

Mentioned something about us drinking....a lot (I am glad we have kept up tradition!)

He doesn't make much with his music - but he is a happy man and has two CD's that I have seen.

He has two lovely kids and seems to really enjoy his space.

Although the Rasta life isnt for me - it seems to really work for some.

The inner peace and a no-worries mantra is something really to look up to.

So - Auntie...pass this little note along.

Tell her he says hi!