The Big DumpTruck

I have been lax in my writing. I will blame this on something external to myself, as usual. Today, I will blame being lax on a lack of high quality snack foods in my home. I will blame the lack of high quality snack foods on the fact that I detest grocery shopping and haven't gone in a while. I will blame the lack of grocery shopping on getting paid only once a month. I will blame getting paid once a month on my employer. So the fact that I haven't been writing is clearly the fault of The Man.

Based on a phone call I had with [Nameless Person] I am going to try to do better. I know that I can claim to be a "professional" author because of the thyroid-specific articles I have written for Thyroid-Info.com. But what happened to my excitement over the "new" book project that had me out registering domain names in the middle of the night? Lost that energy. So I was rethinking that book and I think I can tweak my approach slightly and still make it work. So I'm going to promise myself and everyone that I will have at least 500 words written by the end of the day Friday. And a minimum of another thousand by the end of the weekend. Of course, by writing that I will find 50 other things that just NEED to get done.

I have to wash my bedspread, for instance. It is covered with dog nose prints. I do not want to sleep with something that smells like a dog. (He probably doesn't want it to smell like a human, but I have opposable thumbs so I win.) I don't think it will fit in my washing machine, so I'll have to actually leave the house to get this thing cleaned. Do you know how much work it's going to be to get my ass to a laundromat? People, please! I'm only human.

Okay, off to find more coffee. These words aren't just going to write themselves.

Labels: chores, dog, writing

Something's gotten into the dog. Maybe literally. I'm very very excited about this development, because now I'm going to be a day behind on stuff at work, plus I won't get to do anything fun this weekend. My birthday weekend. He was on antibiotics but they ended Tuesday, so this is a little too far for it to be a direct result of that. I was actually thinking how great it was that he didn't get sick from the meds, as it was a stated side effect.

He is sitting on a towel on the other end of the couch. He isn't looking at me. He looks so sad. Maybe he would have looked like that on a normal day. I know he's mad at me because I had to take his food and water bowls away from him, per the vet. They want nothing going in for 12 hours. He just stood next to where the bowls are supposed to be and looked at me. And looked at me. I feel like such a creep, but doctor's orders and all that.

I was hoping whatever it was worked its way out at the doggie daycare before I picked him up, but he yakked twice on the way out to the car. Maybe THAT was the last time. I hope. Please God, I have no desire to clean up this type of mess. ugh.

Labels: dog, illness

I was looking at the dog this morning as I laced up my boots and looked for my hat, and I was annoyed because we can put a man on the moon but we can't figure out a way to get a 20 pound dog to remove ten inches of snow from the driveway. I don't think it is asking too much. Animals have worked for humans for a pretty long time now. The only two animals at my house are a hamster (who would not do well if we dropped her into even 3 inches of snow) and a cockapoo. Sure, it might not be easy, but he should be able to do something, don't you think?

We're off to go see our tax guy this morning. He'd better be in a good mood.

Labels: dog, phantom, snow, weather

You know, I started to write a post that was me pretending to have a secret insider view of what was going on in Paris Hilton's jail cell, but you know what? That's a lot of work that I'm just not prepared to do. Plus, every bozo on the planet is writing the same thing today, so I will be different and NOT write about what is happening with Paris today. You don't mind, do you? I didn't think you would. You're all very nice like that.

Phantom the Wonder Dog had his annual physical today and we were told to give him green beans and carrot sticks as snacks because he's a bit overweight. Sounds like what my doctor says to me, except I don't eat a lot of milkbones and Beggin' Strips.

Labels: current events, dog

We're watching one of the two Scooby Doo live action movies - you know, the ones with the CGI Scooby and Freddie Prinze Jr. I just realized this is about the fifth time I've watched this one, the Spooky Island one. And you know what? For all the crap reviews it got when it came out, it's not a bad movie. It doesn't make we want to run screaming from the room, which is a big bonus.

Plus, you get the chance to hear Sarah Michelle Gellar say "Hey, I can look at myself naked" which is nice.

So this is how I'm spending my evening. Kind of disappointing, as Mr. Dump and I were supposed to be going out with my sister and her husband and another couple for dinner and a comedy show. You don't know how disappointed I am all all this snow tonight. And I don't think they're going to reschedule the comedy show. I'm all boo-boo faced here.

So what stupid movies have YOU watched many times? On purpose?

Labels: dog, television

This is the coolest photo of the group I took today.

Labels: dog, nose, phantom