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ace ace baby!

oh, ace. you got axed last night? but you're so pretty! so very f*cking pretty! how could this have happened?

actually, mommy and daddy know how it happened. they figured your days were numbered after last week, they just didn't realize there'd be so few. sigh. maybe it was that suit/tie/pony tail. not that it wasn't nice to see your pretty face, mind ya, but mommy thought you were always prettiest when you weren't so "styled" 'n shit...like at the beginning of the season, when you were more of a natural beauty, y'know? instead, tuesday night? mommy thought you looked like the product of some over-anxious mary trying to make a name for himself (other than mary). but that's just mommy.

mommy may have been disappointed (hah!) to learn she won't get to hear you sing again--especially after she found out the contestants will be coached by the great andrea bocelli next week (seriously? what the hell is up with that? he's so fabulous. and he's gonna coach the contestants on american idol? bizarre.)--but make no mistake, mommy was also extremely amused least twice last night: once, when she noticed that paula couldn't manage to say say word one about you being in the bottom 3 (mommy chalked paula's non-utterances up to shock/dismay/hot flash) and again as she watched poorpoor paula sway/swoon as you sang your farewell song... especially as the camera pulled out for a wide shot just before the credits, and viewers were treated to the sight of paula workin' it so hard she nearly knocked simon and randy off the judges' platform.  mommy sure hopes paula finally gets what she clearly needs most, a prescription for prozac a vibrator a better plastic surgeon a good night's sleep. now that she won't have to lay awake worrying about which outfit will show her new boobs off best, that might happen.

speaking of tv and/or vaginas (well, kinda/sorta, right?). mommy almost fell off the couch while watching last night's episode of south park (a show mommy adores--tho' she's pretty sure the show's creators wouldn't want to know that, since mommy's hardly part of the demographic south park targets--not that she gives a rat's ass about such things). anyway, last night, the show featured towelie (the worst character ever, according to cartman)--the character whose catch-phrase is "wanna get high?" (boy #1 pointed out to mommy that towlie episodes always occur in april, around 4/20. apparently there's a reason for this, which explains what boy #2 was celebrating last night. or not.). now...where was i? oh yeah! south park. and towlie, who, it seems, had decided to turn his "life" around by writing a book called, "a million little fibers", which landed him on--you guessed it--oprah (whose ass was HUGE, i might add). now, as far as i'm concerned, that right there is enough to make the episode noteworthy, but, apparently matt stone and trey parker thought otherwise...

naturally, i don't want to give anything away, in case some of you missed it, so i'll just say this: at one point, oprah's vagina (which had a very deep voice, by the way) tried to sabotage her career, and her asshole (which sounds like a scotsman) joined in the fun, and, by the end of the episode, the two wound up holding a whole lot of folks in chicago hostage--by brandishing a gun. that's right. oprah's vagina "held" a gun. not only that, it managed to squeeze off a shot. can you "see" it? cuz mommy did. and she thought it was beyond funny. 

what's that, ya say? you think the aforementioned episode of south park took the whole "stuff-in-a-vagina" thing a smidge too far? well then, i'm guessing you didn't read the story i linked to late yesterday--in which case, i suggest you read it now! (oh, and dr. terri? even tho' she did not see that episode of boston legal (you saw it, too, Miz B?) mommy totally agrees. it is time to do an update on your book and get it back on the bookstore shelves. oh yes it's definitely time.) yet another story that serves to reaffirm what i have said time and time again, kids... people are stupid. (don't know how oprah's gun-toting vagina fits into all that, but somehow, i'm sure it does).

"Wow! Cartoons are really getting dirty." ~ Stan (South Park)

let's get this over with...

trust me, it is sooo not my intention to spend inordinate amounts of time on this blog writing about the various unique stupid pathetic better-than-nothing television shows mommy and daddy watch. that said, here's my take on last night's viewing extravaganza:

american idol: yawn. not that mommy didn't think it was swell to hear everyone sing something not country and/or queen, mind you, but did they all have to sing such boring songs? since when did "standards" = slow ballads?? (okay, so maybe mommy liked some of the songs she heard last night. that's beside the point. the point--for i have one--is that the music selection this year sucks chocolate salty balls.) still, mommy, who's been a fan of rod stewart's since he first came on the scene (waaay back, when mommy was in college, because mommy is just that old) was pleased to note rod, who coached the fledgling idols this week, did not sport unrecognizable features (unlike barry manilow and/or kenny rogers). so? how did the aforementioned fledgling idols fare on last night's show? let me count the ways:

1. chris: du-u-u-ude.

2. paris: who picks out your clothes? actually, even tho' you bug her, mommy thought you were ok--kind of a poor woman's version of diana ross channelling billie holiday...if ya catch my drift, and, because you're only 17, i'm guessing you don't.

3. taylor: well you're just as fun to watch as ever--mommy thinks it would be ever so much fun to see you win and/or watch simon crap his pants. she's pretty sure that's won't happen, mind you, but she'd be happy if it did!

4. elliot: your first 6 notes were lovely. everything after that...not so much. mommy fears simon might be correct, and this will be your last week. she hopes that won't be the case.

5. kellie: kellie kellie kellie kellie.

6. ace: there was damn near nippledge last night, as paula's boobs came dangerously close to spilling out of that extremely low-cut slip-thing she almost wore. especially when she started jumping in orgasmic joy while watching you "croon". have i mentioned lately how pretty you are?

7. katharine: daddy's right. the show's director must hate you for being such a camera whore. mommy's right. the judges will be less enamored with you after they review the video tape of last night's performance. that said, mommy's resolved herself to the fact that, in the end, you'll probably win. unless, of course, you don't.

oh, and for anyone who thinks idol is a lame-ass excuse for entertainment? (okay, mommy and daddy kind of do, but that's another story for another day) now, where was i? oh yeah...think american idol is no big deal?? think *again*. (i'm just sayin'...)

okay, now let's talk about house, shall we? (we shall. we shall): what's the dealio with this show, anyway, huh? lately, it seems the producers have pretty much focused on 2 things, vaginas* and/or blood-spurting colons, along with creepy crawly carriers of unimaginable disease/horror. this week's episode was no exception. no, there were no vaginal ticks, but how random was it that the lesbian insomniac, sprouting volumes of blood from her colon and/or nose, wound up with bubonic plague (or was it tularemia? they never said, for sure). whatever the hell it was, she got it from a flea bite (in her vagina?) which was on a puppy she briefly owned, that had come from california--which is, as everyone knows, a veritable breeding ground for a variety of nasty plagues. naturally, following requisite poking, prodding, yipping, and/or yapping, house solved the mystery, livers were removed and/or transplanted, the lesbians were reunited (sort of) and house was, once again, smug. oh, there was more, but do you really care? i know i don't.

*if house continues to "explore" vagina-related maladies, perhaps the producers will include *this* as part of a storyline! then, the veryveryverysmart dr. terri (mommy's sister) will have one more thing to add to her book! (just a thought)

alrighty then, before i go, i thought i might share a wee bit o' drama that occured today! but, please don't tell daddy! because if ever there was something that would give him cardiac arrest, kids, this is it.

it all started when boy #1 left the house with his girlfriend, in order to take her home. once they got out to his car, however, he realized he didn't have his keys, so he came back inside to look for them. naturally, they were nowhere to be found, so mommy offered to let him take her car. which, as it turns out, was what he wanted all along, because, and i quote "well, i really wanted to show it off to veronica (not her real name)". you see, mommy drives a sexy metallic black sapphire BMW X3 3.0i, and it really is pretty damn cool, even if she does say so herself, which, of course, she does!

any old way, after the boy & veronica sped away, mommy started doing whatever the hell it is she does when no one else is home, when suddenly! she noticed that the front door was open! open!! OPEN!! not only that, but bobo, max and i were all outside! outside!! OUTSIDE!!! yep, as mommy peered through the door, there i was, sitting as pretty as you please on the grass, and there were bobo and max, grazing on the side of the yard, (as they so often do when we go out for those fun festive frolics in the front yard). mommy actually did feel her heart skip a beat or two. but, i'm happy to report, she quickly recovered, locked the front gate, herded us all back into the house, gave us cookies, and wiped the massive amount of sweat from her massively sweaty brow (massive sweat, mind you, not massive brow--mommy may need to lose weight, but 8 pounds do not a "massive brow" make).

once she regained her composure, mommy called the boy, knowing he would have a heart attack of his own, because he, too, worries that something might happen to us. mommy figured it would serve him right. of course, that was before she remembered he was driving her car. (don't worry, nothing happened, but wouldn't it have been hilarious if something had? not to us, of course, but to mommy's car, maybe? no? well okay.)

whew! i don't know about you kids, but i'm spent! tomorrow, i'll give you my take on tonite's idol elimination round... but after that, i promise! there will be no more talk of television programs. i'm sick of tv. at least, for the moment i am. until i can't think of anything else to write about. in which case, all bets and/or promises regarding "tv talk" are off.

"The TV business is uglier than most things. It is normally perceived as some kind of cruel and shallow money trench through the heart of the journalism industry, a long plastic hallway where thieves and pimps run free and good men die like dogs, for no good reason." ~ Hunter S. Thomson

running on empty

today mark's the hundred and something-th running of the boston marathon. mommy and daddy did not compete. chances are pretty good they never will.

that said, you should know mommy has actually competed in her fair share of "races" over the years... in fact, she even ran a 10K when she was 6 months pregnant with boy #1 (which, when ya think about it, explains a lot about boy #1). most of mommy's favorite races were held in san diego, which is also one of mommy's favorite cities. why am i telling you this? hell if i know. it's just that i'm late gettin' my post up, and i realized this was "boston marathon day" and, well, shit happens, i sometimes write shitty posts, shit beats a sharp stick in the eye, i see that it's gettin' late, better late than never, bob's yer uncle, and here's my post.

is it possible that no one was whacked on the sopranos last night? it is. now that vito's inner antique-selling gay man has been let out of the rainbow-colored closet, will he carve out a happy life for himself eating johnny-cakes and goodness-knows-what-else in that sleepy town in new hampshire? he might. will he live free or die? possibly. will he live free and die?? probably. can viewers continue to support carmela knowing she voted for bush? no. can anyone take seeing that freakin' scar on tony's blubber-belly another week? ewwwww. absolutely not.

in other last-night-viewing-news/reviews: west wing was pretty darn good, according to mommy & daddy. that's all i know. that's all i'm saying.

lordy. will ya look at the time?  gosh, it's been real, kids, and it's been a blast! but it hasn't been a real blast, and, since it's gettin' close to dinner time, i think it's time for me to skidaddle! besides, i'm pretty sure no one's gonna remember how much i like left-over lasagna unless i sit on the floor in the kitchen and stare at the fridge. but, seriously, let's do this again, sometime, alrighty? (hey...if you're dyin' to read something that will actually entertain you, go read daddy's post today--i know i did, and i'm still laughing my ass off... all the way into the kitchen!)

p.s. care to know an interesting fact about the boston marathon? it's always held on "patriot's day", (technically, patriot's day is 19 april, but it's celebrated, apparently, on the 3rd monday of april). which is a holiday in massachussetts. which means folks there have 'til tomorrow to file their taxes. not only that, but folks living in maine, maryland, new hampshire, new york, vermont, and the district of columbia are also off the hook until tomorrow, because they send their returns to a processing center in massachussetts. isn't that nice? don't you wish every state celebrated patriot's day?

Question:  " I understand that Congress is considering a so-called 'flat' tax system.  How would this work?" 

Answer: "If Congress were to pass a 'flat' tax, you'd simply pay a fixed percentage of your income, and you wouldn't have to fill out any complicated forms, and there would be no loopholes for politically connected groups, and normal people would actually understand the tax laws, and giant talking broccoli stalks would come around and mow your lawn for free, because Congress is NOT going to pass a flat tax, you pathetic fool."

~ Dave Barry

dalai bobo's...

...thought for the week

"He who experiences the unity of life sees his own Self in all beings, and all beings in his own Self, and looks on everything with an impartial eye." ~ Buddha

puppies on the run...

ever have one of those days? yeah, me too. fortunately, this is not one of 'em! (hee hee!) or maybe it is and i'm just too dumb to know it. whatever. the sun is shining--it's been glorious outside all day, and everything is well in my universe. should i be concerned? perhaps. but, guess what? i'm not.

i suppose i could say more about nothin' in particular, but, honestly? i don't want to hog the limelight at the moment (unlike every other day, when i most, decidedly, do)... instead, i think i'll just toss up a couple of pictures of me, bobo, and max havin' our usual dose of saturday "festive fun" frolicking in--where else--the front yard, and leave it at that! besides, daddy has a kick-ass response to the silly meme challenge i gave him yesterday, so i'm thinkin' you should meander over to Bobo Banjoey and load up on some useless/entertaining info on the fam. (oh those people... can't live with 'em, can't get greenies without 'em!)

"Well," said Pooh, "what I like best," and then he had to stop and think.   Because although Eating Honey was a very good thing to do, there was a moment just before you began to eat it which was better than when you were, but he didn't know what it was called.  ~A.A. Milne

fun facts for friday...

remember when i mentioned i was gonna make fun facts for friday a regular feature? well, here it is, friday! and here they are, fun facts! ("fun" being a relative term, mind you--related, i believe, to any one person's level of humor. in other words, if these aren't "fun" enough for you, f*ck you i apologize, but, as far as i'm concerned, they're mildly entertaining a veritable laugh riot!) today's topic:

6 things you really don't need to know... about mommy (but may find humorous, depending on your relative level of humor--see how i brought that concept through a short, but full circle? isn't that hilarious? if you said "no"... stop reading now, because none of the following will amuse you, either...):

1. mommy is on the cover of her high school year book. mommy was photographed leaning against a tree, in all her bouffant-hair-cheerleader-sweater/skirt/sneakers glory, along with her letterman-jacketed-plaid-pants-long-side-burns-class-valedictorian boyfriend. tres ghic.

2. for no earthly reason, mommy accidentally happened upon knotts landing on the soap network last summer, and wound up watching the last five seasons over the course of a few months. mommy doesn't watch soap operas, ever, and is ashamed that she got so hooked on this silliness. (altho' she did think there was some interesting production value in the show, and, based on some of the plot lines, she honestly believes knotts was a bit ahead of its time. of course, she realizes this is merely her way of rationalizing her obsessive behavior, something she needed to do because, when the show first aired, she actually used to make fun of it.) by the way? daddy doesn't know about this, so mum's the word.

3. mommy and her sister (the veryverysmart dr. terri) once missed winning $17,000 by one quarter. you can read the whole sordid tale here, if you'd like, but only if you're interested in seeing how pathetic mommy (and her sister) can be on any given gambling trip. (tho', i'm guessing the line "mommy and her sister missed winning $17,000 by one quarter" is a dead give-away)

4. speaking of mommy & her sister... they once drove from visalia (in central california) to san diego in order to see tom selleck (their pretend boyfriend at the time) play volleyball with the olympic volleyball team. the trip took nearly 9 hours, because they did it over a holiday weekend (easter, actually!). at the time, one of mommy's best friends lived in san diego, but, since they didn't have an extra ticket, mommy didn't call her.  and her friend would never have known about that trip if mommy & her sister hadn't talked to a reporter covering the event for the local newspaper, who then ended the article she wrote by quoting mommy's response to the question "why would you girls go to such lengths to get down here?", which was: "...to make our eyes happy." naturally, mommy's friend read the article, and hasn't spoken to mommy since.

5. mommy was on the Gong Show. [there's ever-so-much-much more to divulge about this one... but, for the sake of brevity, i'm gonna save those details for another day/post. suffice it to say, the story ends with "...by the time mommy started making out with chuck barris, she had such bad gas she had to make an excuse to leave. needless-to-say, she never heard from him again".]

6. when mommy was around 5, she stuck a bobbie pin in an electrical socket... and, yes, mommy thinks this explains everything.

now, since i decided last week to make "fun facts for friday" a regular "feature", i'm sure you can imagine my surprise/delight/dismay to have been tagged by one of mommy's favorite bloggirlfriends, GingaJoy... to write a meme on 6 things you didn't need to know about me. surprise, because, it came as a surprise (duh) and now, hopefully, a surprise for those of you who didn't realize you were reading another meme; delight, because this hasn't exactly been a great "content" week for me, if ya catch my drift (and, i'm guessing if you've read even one of my stupid posts, you do), so i was delighted to have something to write about; and dismay, because after she tagged me, i read GingaJoy's post and it was so hilarious i felt completely and utterly intimidated! but then i decided what the f*ck heck, i'll go for it, anyway. which, as you now know, is exactly what i did. and may i just say, for the record, how relieved i am to be done? now i'm pretty sure it's time for someone else to experience this f*cking lack of creative writing pain fun! therefore, and without further ado, tag...you're it:

Sar, girlfriend, you're off the hook this time, but only because you're on vacation... otherwise, you'd be so tagged! the following 6 (count 'em six) folks only wish they were so lucky...

Bobo Banjoey (your turn, daddy!)

Miz BoheMia (because we can never know enough about your fabulous/gorgeous little self!)

Karen (we know your politics, girlfriend, but not much else!)

Tan Lucy Pez (you were so dang cute in that "nashville video" -- what other talents are you hiding?)

Peg (what deep dark secrets can we learn about schnoodlepooh?)

Risible Girl (just what you wanted, right? another reason to expose more about yourself!)

CJ (so sweet, so fresh, so young. here's your chance to tell us if you've ever spit in anyone's latte--tee hee!)

the good news for you all is that, thanks to me, the humor bar has been set pretty low... so have at it, kids, and let the laughs fall where they may!

"I'm a whore for the laughs! but i'm not necessarily a crowd pleaser." ~ Sarah Silverman

note to self...

...the next time mommy has to run a shitload of errands? and is, therefore, out of the house all morning and part of the afternoon? try to be productive. make the most of that time, self, so you'll have something to blog about when she gets back. because, self, and i can't stress this point enough, you can be pretty lame on any given day--but never more so than after you've had a few hours to do nothing but loaf around the house, peruse other blogs, nibble on a treat or two, and take long, lazy morning naps.

if you had been on the ball, self, you'd surely have beat daddy to the idol "results" punch... and mentioned the fact that bucky's own fans finally recognized the error of their voting ways and bid him adios last night, while the rest of the viewing world heaved a collective sigh of relief. in addition, you'd surely have noted the fact that simon cowell may soon be changing his name to simon scowl... because, i swear to all that's holly hunter, he looks like he wants/needs to punch something/someone out! (but who? ...paula? ryan? bucky? the show producers who thought it would be a good idea to have these amateurs sing songs and/or be coached by the likes of scary plastic surgery victims barry manilow and/or kenny rogers? or musical icons stevie wonder and/or queen? which is impossible? so the kids are sure to pretty much suck every week? when in the past the producers would just pick a song genre for the kids? am i tired of raising my voice at the end of every sentence? are you listening, self? do you see what you've reduced me to? are you sorry? really? really and truly? can i stop doing this, now?).

here's what i'm trying to help you understand, self: you've been slipping all week, and should, therefore, consider yourself on "notice".  ya hear me? snap out of this bloggy fog and get your bloggish act together! because--and you can quote me on this--there are plenty of other puppies out in the blogpound vying for attention... and, i hasten to add, plenty of folks willing to give it to 'em. of course, max and bobo cannot be counted among those puppies. and, now that i mention it, i doubt there's another tibetan terrier that even approaches your level of cuteness. so, come to think of it, self, even tho' you're technically on "notice", you and i both know the chances of anything happening anytime soon are pretty much slim...and none. i mean, come on! you are, after all, you, self... and, as we both know...that beats a sharp stick in the eye, any day! end of note.

"Whoever said you can't buy happiness forgot little puppies." ~ Gene Hill

did i forgot something yesterday?

seems like i did.  but what? hmmmm...let's see... i got up, yipped at max, did my business, snagged my requisite number of treats, tried to trick bobo out of one of his greenies, took a nap, followed mommy around the house, watched mommy read her favorite blogs--and happily noted i had the winning caption on belle of the brawl this week! (many thanks, in no small part, to tan lucy pez, who acted as my highly effective "campaign manager"! and who has an adorable video on her site everyone must check out!), took another nap, ate another treat, stared out the window while mommy took bobo for a long-ass walk, greeted them happily when they got back, took a nap, ate my dinner, went out of my mind with joy when my daddy finally got home, poked mommy with my nose until she shared her baked ziti with me, listened to mommy & daddy whine, moan, and otherwise complain while watching american idol, listened to mommy & daddy moan, groan, and otherwise gag while watching house, did my "business", went to bed, went to sleep. sounds pretty much like every other day, why do i have this nagging feeling i forgot to do something? oh well, i'm sure it'll come to me...eventually.

in the spirit of not writing about stuff (my emerging theme this week)... i'm not gonna write (much) about american idol today, because last night's show featured queen songs, and, since everyone knows daddy is the consumate expert on all things "queen" (the band, not any given man, mind you!) i think it best to let daddy wax poetic (or not) about the various performances they were subjected to. all i have to say is:

1. bucky: why? why are you still here?

2. ace: screw paula's brains out, ASAP! not sure anyone can take another week of watching that woman writhe in, what i can only imagine must be, extreme ace-deprived-lust-misery. you--and only you--can fix this.

3. kellie: you're no suzie mcneil. and the lighting director should be shot.

4.  chris: dude. seriously. find a band.

5. katharine: "miss america sings queen"...  enter a pageant, dear. it's where you belong.

6.  elliot: fine vocal. 90% deaf in one ear? are you sure?

7. taylor: mommy loveloveloves you when you're in your joe cocker/spaz mode.

8. paris: big voice. lots of leather. still annoying.

in other tv views/news: not one single tick in one single vagina last night on house. instead, the show focused on a kid shitting blood. gripping drama. house was grumpy. argued with his staff/best friend/boss/kid's parents. almost killed his patient. went down to the wires. house had his weekly gestalt "aha!" moment. kid was cured in the nick of time. hooray. house gets to play god for another week. the end.

sigh. is this all i have to write about today? am i really this pathetic? what happened to all my inspiration? ...why am i asking you?

maybe i should take my morning nap and hope the answer comes to me in a miraculous dream. oh, and trust me, you'll know if that doesn't happen, because i won't be writing about it, tomorrow!

"Writing the story of your own life is a bit like drilling your own teeth." ~ Gloria Swanson

no big weekend whoop...

...sadly, this past weekend was nothin' to write home about. which means, it was nothing to blog about, either. which means i'm not going to. write, that is. which means...anyone? anyone? that's right! the worms you see here are merely a figment of your own pathetic imaginations! (i say pathetic, because if i were imagining something right now, it would be "something" really fabu, like... a tub full of greenies or... a tub full of beef jerkey or... a tub full of vanilla bean ice cream. in other worms, it would not be a blog full of imagined worms. but that's just me,)

of course, if i had decided to write something today, i would have told you about the major injury daddy sustained on saturday (poor daddy), but, since i'm not writing, i can't tell you about that, either. hopefully, now that you know there's nothing to read here you're over at bobo banjoey even as we aren't speaking and learning about daddy's pain, for yourself.

the other thing i won't do today is show ya any pictures from the wee bit o' fun festive frolicking we managed to carve out in the front yard, yesterday, when the sun was actually shining and it was a balmy 56 degrees. for then, of course, you'd know that i'm a big, fat liar, and had something to write about, after all. thank goodness that secret will never get out.

the more i think about it, the more i realize how wise i am to not be blogging today. for then i'd surely be tempted to make derogatory comments about the shows mommy and daddy watched last night. altho', come to think of it, that's not quite true, 'cuz there really aren't any to make. mommy & daddy thought the west wing was pretty good... and, as of this non-writing, the verdict is still out on the sopranos (it didn't start out too well, but by the end of the episode, tony's balls grew back, vito was "outted" and was getting ready to "whack" himself--which, i'm guessing, is something he does all the time, anyway, if you catch my drift and i bet you do, and, we learned that a garish mob wedding can run upwards of 450G's--which is f*cking impressive by anyone's standards).

no doubt the only picture worth showing/discussing from last night is the shot of bobo resting in mommy's lap, which he did for most of the evening... little cuddle bunny that he is.

the good thing about not showing the picture, of course, is that i won't have to mention the 2 (count 'em TWO) creepy, blood-sucking ticks mommy found on the top of bobo's head, either! that way no one will know how quickly mommy tossed bobo out of her lap, in case any more of those freaky blood suckers were lurking under his beautiful coat. bobo may be a precious doll-boy, but, ticks? ticks are evil and... well, i guess i don't need to go on about ticks, now, do i? after all, i'm not showing the picture and i'm not writing a post. besides, i'm pretty sure i talked about ticks enough a few days ago to last a lifetime, don't you? (naturally, since this isn't a post, there is no "you" to respond, but if i had done a post, that might have been a good place for "you" to do so.)

yeah, the more i think about it, the more i'm convinced i'm totally doing the right thing by keeping my thoughts/pictures to myself. honestly, i'd feel terrible if i disappointed my loyal fan (daddy?) by putting up a crappy post...at least this way, that ain't gonna happen!

"I think dogs are the most amazing creatures; they give unconditional love. For me they are the role model for being alive." ~ Gilda Radner

dalai bobo's...

...thought for the week

"Do not dwell in the past, do not dream of the future, concentrate the mind on the present moment." ~ Buddha