Yellow Dog/Bleeding Heart

First, I have a public service announcement which apparently a LOT of the public needs to hear: You cannot sue someone simply because you were inconvenienced. Did everyone hear that? I do not care what you saw on Law and Order, what you read in a John Grisham novel, or what the Republicans want you to believe. You cannot do it. If you could, I would have sued Walgreen’s, the public school system, my paperboy and the cable company – and that is just so far this morning! Second, Tort Reform is NOT a good thing people! Frivolous lawsuits simply do not occur to the degree some would like you to believe. In fact, many so called frivolous lawsuits are actually myths created by the media. And I swear, if any one of you cites the McDonald’s coffee lady as the uber example of how out-of-hand it has all become, I will….well, let us just say you will probably want to sue me for what I will do to you. Currently running in my city there is a campaign commercial for a Republican Candidate for Sena...

Never send a shop-a- holic to the mall to pick up one single $5 item. It will take hours. They will spend lots of your money. You will be left amusing their baby for hours. At least this is what happened to me last night. Little Dog wanted to go to the game store in the mall. Since I generally eschew the mall in favour of my neighborhood free-standing Gap (which has everything I could possibly need) he asked Bojo to take him. It seemed like a great plan, since she was coming over for pizza anyway. I even agreed to let Furry stay with me while they ran by the mall and then picked up the pizza. I also asked Bojo if she would pop into the Halloween store and pick up a bottle of Zombie Rot for me. To make a long story short, they returned 4 hours later. Four hours during which I fed, bathed, played with, sang to and endlessly rocked Furry. Now, even though Furry is currently the sweetest toddler in the world, it is still exhausting to watch him. I mean, he requires constant supervisio...

Well, I just completed another nine hours towards my latest degree pursuit! Woo hoo ! It’s my birthday! It’s my birthday! No, really. It is my birthday, or at least it was a couple of days ago. My 42 nd passed without much ado. Little Dog got me the old school Pac Man game for Gameboy , so I spent my birthday night trying to play it. Turns out, I suck. I am an embarrassment to my game genius son, who has been the go-to guy for video gaming strategy since he was about 7. In other news, I finally had my follow up mammogram. I had to put a funky zipper looking sticker on the scar from the last surgery, but alas, no nipple BBs. ( Holla Muller!) Best part? I remain cancer free! My sister is also cancer free! Not that there was ever any doubt in anyone’s mind. My dear hypochondriac sis had convinced herself, in her own mind, that she did, indeed have cancer. Why, you ask? Simply because the tech made an innocuous comment about an odd spot on her x-ray. You absolutely positively cannot d...

Can I just tell you a few of the things I would rather be doing than writing the three final papers I have due? First: I'd rather be uploading all my CDs to itunes and burning incredible mixes. Second: I'd rather be harassing Little Dog some more to continue the theme I started on the drive home from school today where I kept playing Dolly Parton's " Love is Like a Butterfly " repeatedly AND SINGING ALONG in my very best loud Karaoke voice. But since I've caught him twice already humming the chorus I think my work for the night is done there. Heh heh . I'd also rather be editing a stack of poems that has been sitting on my desk since school started. I'd really rather be laying on the couch daydreaming my current ongoing fantasy in which Brendan Fraser plays my beloved husband. Come on, You know you have to admit he was cute in Blast From the Past . Then, he really brought the cool in his role as Jordan's brother on Scrubs . ( FWIW in the abov...

My feelings for designer shoes run pretty close to my feelings for Hummers. That is, why on earth does anyone want to spend that kind of money on an item that's primary purpose is it's functionality? Shoes are nothing more than protection for your feet - warm in winter, off the burning pavement in summer. That, and protecting you soles from being impaled by sharp objects is the entire job of your footwear. Oh, but "looking good is their job too!" you say? All I can say is that for a girl, I am pretty guy- ish about my footwear. I don't wear cheaply made shoes and I don't wear uncomfortable shoes. That pretty much sums up my shoe criteria. Oh yeah, I also don't like much colour in my footwear. Pretty much, a good pair of black and a decent pair of brown can complete my shoe wardrobe requirements. Throw in a cool pair of kicks for spontaneous sports-like activity (should I ever decide to indulge in such a thing) and a fantastic pair of riding boots and I am...