I Can't Believe....

There are a number of things I can't believe today...



1. It is the end of February. What happened? What do I have to show for my time since Christmas? Most of the things that I did already have to be done again...except for the books I read! (Side Note: read "The Historian" for book club....about vampires....way better than Twilight....totally different....very compelling...900 pages!)



2. My babies are getting old. My first baby turned 27, and my youngest baby turned 9...last single digit! (Side note: after next month, my children will all be in their 20's, except for 1....the single digit one.)



3. I haven't written in my 50th year journal yet. So I bought this darling book to write in...thoughts about being 50. It has sat on my counter for at least 2 months. With a pen nearby. Yet, daily I walk by it. I am such a deadbeat. (Side note: I may be a deadbeat, but at least I am a fun deadbeat.)



4. I watch the Biggest Loser and feel absolute guilt - not motivation - just guilt. Then I go eat something. (Side note: guilt never lasts really long with me. Maybe that is my problem.)



5. I can't believe that because we went to school, worked hard, made good life choices and lived within our means....we get to pay for everyone that didn't. Happy day. I love the government. I want to complain - but to whom? My elected officials are all republican...like they can do anything. (Side note: does anyone remember Britain 30 years ago....tax the heck out of the wealthy, pay for everything for everyone else, economy in the pot, and nationalized everything? (sorry UK friends...i know...blatantly oversimplified) Well my friends, get ready for a ride.)



6. I can't believe I have more gray hair than regular color. It is not an attractive look. When it starts to grow out, my highlights look hideous. I hate sitting and taking the time out to get colour. Makes me crazy. Maybe I should just give in to the inevitable. How bad can it be....salt & peppa? (Side note: I hate sitting for pedicures, too. How stupid is that?)



7. I can't believe dark chocolate is good for me. How fortuitous. Now, someone will probably say...whoops, just kidding...it's bad, bad, bad. There actually is no side note here....just gratitude.



Maybe that should be my next post...since this one was pretty whiny.

Have a wonderful day....I know I am going to. I see dark chocolate on the counter.

The Dog

Let me introduce you to Sam. The Man. Sam-u-l. Cecil O.(as in Samuelson). Sama-lama-ding-dong. Sampson. Sammy. Dummy. Dumb Dog.

Sam has powers over our family. Even though he is 65 lbs, somehow his powers make everyone thinks he is a lap dog.

A small lap dog. He is not small.

Traits that you would never see from someone, come out with Sam.
He brings out this need to nurture, until he takes a drink. Then his big slop chops drag water all over the house....but, I digress.

I think they worry that he might have emotional issues from being given away from the back of a pickup truck.

For free.

Oh brother.