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it’s been a long day

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My mother’s home was burglarized yesterday while she was visiting me. We suspect the guys her kicked her door in and ransacked her home are the same assholes who broke into our van and stole from us. This pisses me off on soooo many levels.

First of all, my mom feels vulnerable and violated. I hate to think that this normally strong and independent woman will, from now on, sit and worry about being alone in her own home. Secondly, the sons of bitches stole my mom’s jewelry. Heirloom pieces, some valuable in dollar and some only valuable in sentimentality. WTF is wrong with people?

The good news is, the police managed to get some fantastic fingerprints so if those motherfuckers have any record, they will be busted. Sure they won’t serve much time, but they will get caught and right now, that’s all that matters.

Fuckers.

I think we should lighten the mood. How about some new pics of Ruby? Look at her pretty new dress.

Oh yes, I went there. What are you going to do about it?I feel pretty

Oh so pretty

And here’s a pic of our Charlie Brown Christmas tree:

my bad…

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I know you’ve missed me. Go ahead, admit it. It’s okay. I’ve missed me, too.

What’s goin’ on? Anything new?

Let me tell ya, I have lots of blogging material to get me through the next few weeks. A few topics you can look forward to reading:

Customer Service: It’s What’s for Dinner.
How to blow up your brand new house in 1 easy step.
All I Want for Christmas is to get my Revisions Done.
Procrastination is not only a gift, it’s an art form
Living Among the Boxes
Wii care. Oops. Wii lied, Wii really don’t care at all.
If I had a hammer, I’d fall and break my neck.

Today’s blog topic, I’d like to introduce you to our newest family member. As you might recall, our beloved Charlie died back in August. Our sweet dog Pete, hasn’t been the same since. He’s been very depressed and with the move and everything, he hasn’t quite bounced back. So, we’d decided it was time to get him a friend.

Meet Ruby:

She’s my baby. I have always wanted a black Pug and now I have my baby. She’s the most awesome puppy ever, and we are all totally smitten.

Okay, back to revisions. Or not. Remember, procrastination is not only a gift, it’s an artform…

duuuuuuudes.

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This has been a great week writing wise. I’ve logged 28 pages since Monday. And I don’t care who you are, that’s totally fucktastic.

Oh yeah. I went there.

It’s 35 degrees this morning, so I’m wrapped in my blanket sitting at my desk looking at the frost on the ground. Fishdog will be here this afternoon, he’s got some Oxford stuff he has to attend to. But it’s just the two of us. The boys are with Nonnie until Sunday.

The end of the manuscript is on the horizon. I think I’m on schedule to have the first draft finished by the weekend so the lovely CPs can hack it up for me. I’m totally looking forward to that. LOL And then after I do some revisions, I’ll get to pop my first deadline cherry.

So, I’ll report in later, meanwhile, y’all tell me what’s been going on in your world? I feel a little lonely, with nobody but my pets to talk to. And I kinda think they’re getting a little bit tired of me working through vampire plot points with them…

meet gizzard

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Yes, I said Gizzard. I didn’t name him, I just serve him.

Giz is a chihuahua/dachshund mix. Or you can call him a Chi-weenie or a Weeniehuahua (weenie-wahwah). He belongs to my BIL, but while Bonehead is on the USS Comfort on a humanitarian tour of duty, Gizzard is staying with the inlaws. And right now, so am I.

Gizzard really likes me and he spends lots of time in my lap or the crook of my arm. He really likes the computer, and sleeping under the covers.

We tell Gizzard he’s beautiful, and if you think otherwise, keep it to yourself.

day the first.

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Well, today started off a little strangely because I didn’t have to be anywhere by a certain time. It was fuckin awesome. (no offense to my ex-fellow-co-workers. I know you understand.) When my alarm went off I woke up all on my own, I leisurely made a pot of coffee, then savored each cup as I checked my email and listened to Matt Lauer interview the dude who fell 45 feet off his skateboard.

After I showered, I dropped Charlie off at the vet and took the boys to Memphis on the hunt for uniforms. Khaki pants for Ian and navy thank-god-I’m-only-9-cuz-otherwise-i’d-never-get-laid workman pants for Rader. Both wear white knit tops. I promised to buy Ian a couple of pair of real pants instead of the typical Target uniform khakis, so we went to American Eagle first. My baby can wear a size 28 waist now. He’s all grown up. *sniff*

After our shop-a-palooza we went to Steak-n-Shake for a late lunch. Yummy.

While we’re driving back to Oxford, I get a call from our vet. Dr. Bart is a great guy, but I could tell he had some not so great news. (backstory, Charlie has this growth on his throat that has steadily gotten larger and larger. It has been tested several times and so far, no cancer) Well, Dr. Bart doesn’t know what it is still, but he knows it needs to come out because Charlie is struggling to breathe. However, because this growth is located on his throat, the prognosis isn’t great. He might not be able to remove the growth and if he does, there’s a very high probability Charlie won’t make it. He’s going to call me tomorrow after he opens Charles up to let me know.

This breaks my heart because Charlie found us. He adopted us. And no matter what a pain in the ass he can be (he’s part monkey, doesn’t like to stay in the fence) he’s still MY dog. He loves me endlessly. And I love him. And tomorrow, I might lose him. That sucks sweaty moose balls.

On a good note, tomorrow I get to see my friend Bevan who has been living in Kathmandu for the past nine months. I’ve put off heading to Little Rock a day just so I can see him. I can’t wait. Maybe he’ll be a bright spot in what could be a really bad day.