Sigh, yet another weekend almost over. Colby is on his way to get beaten in a box for three weeks and it’s back to work for me tomorrow. Fortunately, sense has finally come to those in charge and we’ve come off of 24 hour shifts. I was supposed to work this weekend, but thankfully for Jack I got a call Friday night telling me I didn’t need to come in. Huzzah!!
To celebrate this fact, we decided to go for our first real walk around the neighborhood. And locked ourselves out. Great. However, the joys of apartment living are that you can always have a parental figure in your life who will come change a lightbulb, fix your toilet when it overflows, and provide you with a spare key anytime, anyplace! I should never be a homeowner—I have a feeling that could be disastrous.
Watched The Thorn Birds this weekend—it was a bit long, but all in all I enjoyed it. Gotta tell you though, Richard Chamberlain? Just didn’t really do it for me. I mean, he’s not hideous by any means, but I certainly wouldn’t be so gaga for him that I would tempt him from his priestly ways. ~~Controversy alert! Controversy alert!~~ Watching shows like this and then hearing all of the reports of molestation committed by priests, it always strikes me how bizarre the lives are that priests must live. I can’t help but think that maybe if they were allowed the normal instincts of human nature maybe there wouldn’t be so much perversion and secrecy necessary in the bowels of Catholicism. I mean, lets face it, priests, bishops, cardinals, probably even popes have been having sex and pursuing monetary gain for centuries—why kid ourselves? Anyway, stepping off that soap box before I am either stoned by one of you or struck down by the hand of God.
Stock tip of the day: If you were planning to invest in Bounty or Pet Odor and Stain remover do so quickly. Seriously, at the rate I’ve been going through the stuff, the price should be jumping drastically in the next few days. The pup has done quite well thusfar in housebreaking, but every now and then he’ll still slip up, or on a day home alone he just can’t hold it for that long. I had to leave him out in the apartment on Friday since he can climb over the gates, and I came home to a couple of gifts and a wee bit of chewing on my coffee table. Good thing he’s got the best puppy dog eyes I’ve EVER seen! I had attempted putting him in his crate that morning, but he didn’t bark, he didn’t cry, he was SCREAMING in abject terror and was having none of it. I made it out the door before I caved and then came back inside and let him out. It’s funny because I’ve always said that when I’m a parent I’ll be incredibly strict just because I have so little patience with kids, but if this dog is any indication, I’m going to be a complete pushover. I *must* work on that! It’s probably not a good sign that he’s wagging his tail when I fuss at him about something…
Oh, and just a carryover from my last post—I’ve decided that the best course of action for the Katrina victims is that we just move them all in with Celine Dion. I’ll bet she has lots of pretty things for them to play with, and since she so generously put that thought out there, I’m sure she wouldn’t mind following through on it! I should get in touch with Michael Brown’s replacement and see what he thinks about that… I’m brilliant!
Last random thought of the day before you head out, it’s such an amazing sensation to love so much that your throat hurts. I’m so lucky to have so much in my life that brings me that feeling.
Puppy photo essay coming soon consider yourself warned or notified—your choice!
I really enjoyed this roundup. Sounds like a busy, eventful, rewarding weekend. I'm glad to see there are other folks in the world with enough sensitivity to appreciate the little things in life.
Back from Michele's!
Posted by: Carmi | September 12, 2005 at 02:15 AM
Michele sent me to you, Angela.
I'm not sure who Colby is but getting beaten in a box seems drastic punishment for any transgression. Wow. I'm glad I'm not Colby. Or visiting with Celine Dion for that matter. Her voice might make me quickly wish I'd picked the 3 week box pummeling thing.
Posted by: Utenzi | September 12, 2005 at 03:23 AM
Based on my own personal experience, if the dog turns you into a push-over, it only gets worse with the kids.
visiting from michele's
Posted by: dena | September 12, 2005 at 03:32 AM
Visiting via Michele's...and laughing at your Celine Dion idea! Also, I have stock in Viva and a great spot/pet puddle remover called Spot Shot. It works great for my high-maintenance cat's little special deliveries.
I read your bio...I also like Maeve Binchy books. Enjoyed visiting your blog!
Posted by: Crazy MomCat | September 12, 2005 at 05:10 AM
Love all this, and I hope you are a better pup trainer than I was; mine piddled in my dining room floor for 15 years.
Michele sent me.
Posted by: kenju | September 12, 2005 at 05:20 AM
When I first bought my condo, I was taking the garbage out and locked myself out of the building. I didn't know a soul in the place and didn't know how to get in. No adult like figure to help either (I WAS the adult like figure!lol). I got to know one of my neighbors REALLY fast! :) Better give your key to a friend or leave one at work... just in case. you never know when the manager will be out!
Don't get me started on priests and pedophilia. It amazes me that Catholics can conveniently look past the transgressions of their religious leaders. Priests can rape boys but abortion and getting married more than once in the catholic church is a bad thing. hmm...
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Posted by: anne | September 12, 2005 at 09:31 AM
Somehow I doubt that only Catholic religious leaders have serious faults.
Posted by: Shani | September 12, 2005 at 03:21 PM
Hi! Michele sent me. I have to agree w. your part about the church. The Gods can stike us both ;)
Posted by: nancy | September 12, 2005 at 06:11 PM