Wednesday, May 11, 2011

Good Ol' Fashioned Bloggie Blog

I don't understand it. 

After all this time.  After all those "When are you going to blog?"s. 

 After remaining silent during the royal wedding.

 


After remaining silent during the great Christmas 2010 illness that had me tethered to the ladies room.



After remaining silent after hearing the news that I'm having another granddaughter.  (Go Lisa! Go Lisa!)



After remaining silent after taking up knitting.


  Remaining silent after Thanksgiving in St. Louie.



Remaing silent after many world class freak shows were witnessed by me, Mommacita.

  



Remaining silent after the Navy Seals reminded me that Dubers and his friends used to play Navy Seals Training in High school and stand there and torture each other with face slapping episodes to prove their toughness while I stood there and wondered what the heck.  



And last but not least, remaining silent after the Great Pinkie Toe Break of May 2011.  No Picture to follow even though I took one.  I don't know how to upload it from my iphone.  Just so you know it hurt like Crikee.  You don't ever want an appendage to be perpendicular to the thing it appends from.


If I examine too closely the impetus for coming back to this blog, then I might have to become my authentic self.  (By the way, if I hear the term authentic self one more time I might become inauthentic in order to spite the authentics. And then it would be requisite for me to take up spitting out the car window.  I've seen it done alot and I think I could do it if need be.)

So yes, ladies and gentlemen, here is my reason to stop my TV watching and express myself to the world.  Here is my need.  Here is my desire.  Here is the wind beneath my upper arms that sufficeth for wings. This is what moved me.  This is what caused the stirring of my heart.  My breathing in. My waiting to exhale.  This is it.  Here it is.  Finally.  The Reason:



Dear Doggie People,
If you are going to dress up your doggiechild in humiliating doggiechild skirts, and if you are going to go to the Subway drive through, and if you are going to let said doggiechild prance around in the back window and then after the prancing is finally done you let your doggiechild stand in your back window with it's rear end to the driver BEHIND you, then please please PLEASE PLEEEEEEZE put some underpants on your doggiechild.  Today I felt like I was looking up someone's dress through your back window.

And that goes for all kittiechilds as well.  Girl or Boy.  No matter.  Just don't want a tulle frame around all that stuff.



 Good Night and Thank You to all who when they want to wear a costume, they wear the entire ensemble.  Its the only decent thing to do.  You know you feel the same.










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