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The Prioress You scored 26% Cardinal, 51% Monk, 52% Lady, and 40% Knight!

You are a moral person and are also highly intellectual. You like your solitude but are also kind and helpful to those around you. Guided by a belief in the goodness of mankind you will likely be christened a saint after your life is over. You scored high as both the Lady and the Monk. You can try again to get a more precise description of either the Monk or the lady, or you can be happy that you're an individual.

My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender: You scored higher than 99% on Cardinal You scored higher than 99% on Monk You scored higher than 99% on Lady You scored higher than 99% on Knight

New Blog

I have been wanting to play around with WordPress a bit, so when I couldn't sleep last night, I made myself a cute little start-up blog over there. I don't know if I will double post or what, but right now I'm just learning to play with the darn buttons. Blogger is pretty idiot proof, and WordPress ain't! So for now, I've made one measly little post to test things out. They don't have much of a selection of free backgrounds, and at this point I'm not ready to pay for type pad...which may be my ultimate goal, but not just yet...I'm thinking of getting the hubster to start blogging so I can justify the expense. I know that there are free templates to be had but I really do not know how to implement them, though I may try since I saw a couple over at Troll Baby that I liked.

What the Fark is an Asshat?

Ok, I've just recovered from laughing myself silly. I wanted to know what an asshat is. Iv'e heard that name drip from the hubbys lips a few times recently, then a few minutes ago I read it on a blog I frequent. So, I Googled it damnit! That picture above is the second thing that came up, the first was the wiki version. Basically an asshat is a much nicer term than asshole and refers to someone who has their head up their ass. I Like it! Well, now I have a cool term to replace my last favorite, which was fuckwit. I've used it MANY times over the last few years, and still enjoy it every single time. It gives me little shivers to call some asshat a fuckwit. How's that?

I never thought I'd write about being raped, but here it is....

I never thought I'd talk about this on the net, not in blog form, but I guess I'm going to have to now. I just finished an excruciating one about my own abuse as a child. I was reading a blog by a wonderful girl that was having a hard time because someone in her family was being attacked on her blog because of some physical as well as mental issues related to being raped when she was younger. This prompted me to have a read and see what was going on and I started thinking about it. This is yet another “adult issue” I have had to deal with myself.

At 19 I was raped. By someone I thought to be a friend. Granted he was much older (27 to my 19) and we’d gone out on 2 dates. For our 3^rd date he asked if I would like to go see an air show a couple of hours away from where we lived. Sure I wanted to go, but would we be coming back late at night, or what? He said he’d get us separate hotel rooms, but when we got there to check in, he said that there wasn’t one available, so we’d have to share. He volunteered to sleep on the sofa. Ok sure, whatever. Heck, I just wanted to go have a little fun; I figured he’d always been a gentleman so why would I think anything different this time? We went to the show and had a good time. Afterwards we went out for dinner and then to a local bar for a couple of drinks. Yes I was a minor, and yes I had a fake ID, but I wasn’t planning to have many drinks…I had 2, he had many, I lost count after 5 or 6. He said he was ready to leave and go get some sleep since we had an early checkout.

Back at the hotel, I went into the bathroom to brush my teeth and change into my pajamas (a long t-shirt style nightgown that came about mid-calf…with Mickey Mouse on it – not exactly sexy, ya know?). When I came out of the bathroom, I didn’t know what hit me, but I was lying face down with my face smothered in a pillow and he was on top of me, screaming, hitting me, biting me, calling all kinds of foul names….and raping me, sodomising me. I remember trying to scream, flailing about as much as I could since I was pinned down. I fought, but I wasn’t strong enough to do anything. I weighed all of 112 pounds at the time, I had no chance.

The next thing I knew, it was over. He was lying on his back passed out. I was scared and angry and hadn’t a clue as to what to do. I remember going into the shower and God only knows how long I was in there, but then I came out and dressed and walked. I walked the streets of Charleston until I found myself at The Battery and the sun was rising. I’d been wandering around for around 6 hours I guess. I walked back to the hotel, unlocked the door to the room and he was sitting there and he asked me where the hell I’d been. WTF? He supposedly had no memory of anything after dinner. I was in total shock. I didn’t know what to do, so I acted indifferent and told him to take me home. He did, we rode in total silence for 2 hours until he dropped me off. I do remember that much. The next thing I remember is finding out that I was pregnant. I’d been sick every since that day.

I had no idea what to do. I was scared and alone, my family wouldn’t have anything to do with me since I’d moved away from home and quit going to their church. I had very little money and a shitty job waitressing. I talked to a friend who knew what had happened, she’s been raped, too, and knew what I was going through. Even though she was Catholic she sent me to talk to someone about an abortion, she understood that I couldn’t stay pregnant, I couldn’t give up a child, and I couldn’t raise a child born of rape. So I went to a local clinic and had it done. So much of what happened after that is lost to me and I don’t really care to remember too much anyway since I do know that when I did tell my parents about it, they blamed me, told me I mustn’t tell anyone because it would bring shame on all of us. They didn’t want their friends to know, they refused to help me see a therapist because they don’t believe in them. It took many years before I went to one; I dealt with it on my own the only way I knew…which, of course, wasn’t very healthy, but I survived.

I’ll finish the rest of this later; I just can’t go on with the memories right now.

I am ok now, I have seen a therapist and continue to do things to deal with the memories, but they are no longer daily intrusive thoughts, thank goodness. They only come now when I read about others going through the same thing.

Bad day at work? Nothing compares to this....

This afternoon I discovered that I could laugh again. Not a little chuckle, but a completely hysterical, worry my husband a bit kinda laugh. I received an email from an old friend in New Orleans a little while ago and I could barely get through reading it because I was laughing so hard that I could barely breathe, much less see the computer screen through my tears. Now before you read this, keep in mind that I do have an odd sense of humour, cuz hubs just read the email and said, "You laughed until you cried because of this? I could hear you laughing up the street, it sounded like you were in PAIN. I thought something was WRONG with you." Yeah ok, so maybe it's not all that funny, you be the judge.

This is even funnier when you realize it's real! Next time you have a
bad day at work think of this guy.
Rob is a commercial saturation diver for Global Divers in Louisiana.
He performs underwater repairs on offshore drilling rigs.
Below is an E-mail he sent to his sister. She then sent it to radio
station 103.2 on FM dial in Ft. Wayne, Indiana, who was
sponsoring a worst job experience contest. Needless to say, she won.

Hi Sue,
Just another note from your bottom-dwelling brother.
Last week I had a bad day at the office. I know you've been feeling
down lately at work, so I thought I would share my dilemma with you
to make you realize it's not so bad after all.
Before I can tell you what happened to me, I first must bore you
with a few technicalities of my job.
As you know, my office lies at the bottom of the sea. I wear a suit
to the office. It's a wet suit. This time of year the water is quite
cool. So what we do to keep warm is this: We have a diesel powered
industrial water heater. This $20,000 piece of equipment sucks the
water out of the sea. It heats it to a delightful temperature.
It then pumps it down to the diver through a garden hose, which is
taped to the air hose. Now this sounds like a darn good plan, and
I've used it several times with no complaints.
What I do, when I get to the bottom and start working, is take the
hose and stuff it down the back of my wet suit. This floods my whole
suit with warm water. It's like working in a Jacuzzi.
Everything was going well until all of a sudden, my butt started to
itch. So, of course, I scratched it. This only made things worse.
Within a few seconds my butt started to burn. I pulled the hose out
from my back, but the damage was done. In agony I realized what had
happened. The hot water machine had sucked up a jellyfish and pumped it into
my suit. Now, since I don't have any hair on my back, the jellyfish
couldn't stick to it however, the crack of my butt was not as
fortunate. When I scratched what I thought was an itch, I was actually grinding the jellyfish into the crack of my butt. I informed the dive supervisor of my dilemma over the communicator. His instructions were unclear due to the fact that he, along with five
other divers, were all laughing hysterically. Needless to say I aborted the dive. I was instructed to make three agonizing in-water decompression stops totaling thirty-five minutes before I could reach the surface to begin my chamber dry decompression.
When I arrived at the surface, I was wearing nothing but my brass
helmet. As I climbed out of the water, the medic, with tears of laughter
running down his face, handed me a tube of cream and told me to rub
it on my butt as soon as I got in the chamber. The cream put the fire out, but couldn't poop for two days because my butt was swollen shut.
So, next time you're having a bad day at work, think about how much
worse it would be if you had a jellyfish shoved up your butt.

I have issues

Lately I've been thinking about different topics to write about and chucked them out the window when I came across a post about child abuse. Do I feel I was abused as a child? Yes and no. I suppose it depends on the day or perhaps even my mood if someone were to ask me that question. But I definitely have some issues that need to be worked through. (Please forgive the stream of consciousness style of writing, but it seems to be the only way I can get this down.)

First is what I would consider to be abuse. I was spanked many, many times for pretty much any infraction of my parents rules. Spanked hard with a leather belt, a hand, or a switch. I was spanked until I would cry, which for my dad could be 5 whacks or 50, depending on how mad he was (at least that's my guess). Then it became a battle of wills in which I refused to cry, no matter how long or hard he hit me. He said he did it because he loved me and it hurt him more that it hurt me. WTF? I was the one that ended up with bruises so bad I couldn't change clothes for PE classes. Yep, I almost failed Phys Ed classes in the 9th grade because I was spanked so often (and hard) that I was perpetually bruised from knee to neck...with occasional broken skin. This went on until they decided that grounding me was a better option. At least until I was 17 and dad decided to threaten me with a spanking and I promptly replied, "If you do, you'll end up in jail". Then walked away. He never touched me again.

By the time I was 16 or so, he resorted to verbal abuse. Pretty much a daily invocation of every single fault, whether real or imagined, that he felt I had. Once I was a senior and working after school as a waitress, so I wasn't getting home until around 11 pm or later, he would stay up and and keep me up until 2-3 am pontificating and expounding upon how horrible and disappointing a child I was. Hrmmmm, let me see. I was generally a B student, with an occasional lapse into C's and a few D's (gee, I wasn't getting any sleep, now was I). But I graduated with a B average, so I couldn't have been ALL bad, eh?

What suck is that I love my dad, but I will NEVER measure up to his standards. No matter what I do. I stayed married to a wife abuser because it was the "right thing to do". My dad's reason was that my marriage couldn't be "all that bad" since it wasn't as bad as my parents. Ahem. I'll just say a little about that for the record. My parents should have divorced when I was young, probably never gotten married. My mother put up with shit I can't even begin to think about right now. So, yeah, I married a person just like my dad and thought it was "normal"...until I finally got a clue and decided that I deserved better.

Yeah, if my dad reads this he will probably have a fit and even deny it, just like he's ALWAYS denied being an abuser. I think it's because he is insecure and has to beat everyone down to make himself feel better. One of the reasons I never wanted to have kids is because I am afraid I would do the same things to my children that my parents did to me. One has to wonder when a couple has 3 girls (like my family) and NONE of those girls wants to have children, even though they are married and capable of having them and hopefully smart enough to overcome the past.

The good thing is that I realised what was wrong with my previous marriage, and it wasn't me. My ex blamed me for everything. It got to the point where everyone believed that I was the horrible house keeper because it was easier than trying to refute it. I just got sick and tired of cleaning up after the jerk just to have the house a mess the very next day because he was so darn lazy and thought it was funny for me to pick up after him while he sat on his ass smoking weed and watching porn or leaving me at home while he went out spending my money (since he couldn't keep a job) on other women, drugs, and alcohol.

This is a sad story and unfortunately a fairly common one for many women. No matter how intelligent we are, in fact I think it's BECAUSE we are intelligent, men want to tear us down, make us feel less than what we are. Why don't they realise that if they accept us and our intelligence that it will actually enhance their lives and not make them look stupid. They are the ones that accomplish the whole "making themselves look stupid" by being abusers and taking advantage of weaker women. When I say weaker, I mean physically weaker and I'm not trying to demean anyone by that. Mostly I'm just writing from my own experience and from what I've seen with my own eyes - things that have happened to other women I know.

There's alot more to write about, but I think I'll just end this story here now. Later on I can go back and flesh out more of my childhood as I think I can handle it, this was just a demon that's been gnawing at the back of my consciousness for a while and I needed to get it out.

*Just a quick footnote, I don't want anyone to think that I'm writing this out of hatred of anyone in my family. I would never consciously do anything to hurt them. But I do need to tell my story because maybe it can help someone get out of a toxic relationship, whether it be parents, so-called friends, or a partner. Life CAN be better, no one deserves to live their life in fear and shame.

I Heart Tiger

Oh yeah Baby! You just KNOW what he's thinkin, don't ya? Yep, he's thinking what the fark have you done to meeeeeeee?!?!? I thought it was too cute to resist. I got the idea from Brooke when she did a similar pic of her foster Banjo. It was too adorable to pass up. You, too can do this for pretty much any piccy ya like. Just go to pikipimp to have some fun. Thanks for the cool idea Brooke.

New Template

I'm not certain if I like this new template, but I'm going to try it out for a bit. Let me know what you think. Perhaps I shall go back to the old one as I like pink (it IS my favorite colour).

I'm home sick today *sigh*. One of them things. Went to the chiropractor last night. Boy was I a mess. My body seems to trash itself on a regular basis, so I go weekly. Well this week even my chiro was surprised. I'd somehow managed to dislocate a small bone in my left ankle, as well as, mess up my hips something terrific. I think it's time to flip the mattress, only I don't have the energy to do it, but damn if I don't need some sleep....I haven't slept in 2 nights. Well, at least I have ac in the bedroom, so I may as well go flip the mattress and see if I can get a few hours of shuteye. I will attempt to post something worthwhile. I have a few things in mind, but so far they are just random and incomplete thoughts.

Someone suggest a topic. Please? I can't seem to gather my thoughts here lately so pretty much everything has been random.

BTW, doe sanyone know how or where I can go to find code to roll up my blog lists? I have no clue how to do it and my side bar has gotten completely out of control lol.

Axe | Shower

It really is all sweetness and light

This is what I look like when I'm not removing one foot from my mouth just to find the other has found its way in. I took a peek at Sideon's Sanctuary and found this Karma Thingy and thought it was cool. You can find your own karma here. Don't mind what mine says, it's somewhat true, I suppose...well, except for the Quiet part; I don't think anyone that knows me would agree with that lol.

The One with the vibrators....

Yes folks this it, the one you have all been waiting for. The one about the vibrators. ALL the lowdown, where to get them, the best, worst, and everything in between. I shall provide completely biased commentary, because how the heck can it be anything but biased....we're talking vibrators here, people! If you are squeamish or are not into adult "stuff", go away NOW, run as fast as you can to some little nice, nice blog. This will probably be a bit on the graphic side for some.


Hey, I warned ya...don't say I didn't *grin*.

Ok, first of all, yes I have had a few, broken 3 so far in my life...or maybe they just wore out? Actually, one died cuz it got wet in the shower and rusted the battery contacts, one just simply fell apart, and the other was a piece of sh*t to begin with. Never EVER buy a cheap vibe. Go ahead and put some money into it. It will be there when no one or nothing else is, it will kill time, release endorphins, get rid of PMS (at least for a while), and just plain make ya feel all squishy inside.

Now for all the good stuff. Being that I live in Australia, it ain't easy getting decently priced vibes here. I get mine in America from a certain place on the net. For many reasons, I am not going to list the name just put a hyperlink HERE but they have great prices, they have fabulous sales, cheap shipping within and without the USA and take foreign credit cards. Let's just say they are SO good I've spent more than... a few dollars in the last 3 years with them. They have replaced stuff and credited shipping of an accidentally damaged item, they make alot of products....I know I'll get on with it, I'm sounding like a sales rep for them. I'm just saying they are great and I won't buy anywhere else.

Anywho, my personal fav, I will go ahead and tell you is the Hitachi Magic Wand. Hey the thing doubles as a back massager, I have two, nuff said. If you go out and look on Google one can even find instructions on how to properly masturbate with one. i will not go that far here. I don't much care for the attachments *shrug*, that's just me. By the way...the Wand ain't meant to go inside....the attachments are, so don't go all cringey thinking weird stuff about me, k?

Now, the Rabbit. I have one of the more pricey models that is pretty cool, but it can get a tad bit old after a few minutes, to be honest...not to mention the noise it makes is just annoying as it wiggles round and round. Yeah it's good and it works, but the sound just turns me off...definitely could use headphones with this one.

Then we have the standard straight, no lumps or bumps silver, flesh toned, or other vibrant coloured hard plastic vibe. Meh, broke mine pretty quickly, they come in all sizes, some people like em, some don't. Not for me.

Now, the Silver Bullet Vibe is a whole 'nothah story. This one is completely hidden, as in inside, hidden. It's an egg. Oh yeah, baby, this is teh sh*it. It's egg-shaped, water proof, some even come with remote controls. How'd ya like to be out somewhere and your Honey has the remote in his pocket? Sweet!

Now, for the more exotic stuff. The Mediterranean Missile. Great name, huh? Also come with cute attachments that are all soft and squishy, which is nice, cuz this one's for anal play. Ok, that's not for some people. But hey, I'm adventurous, after being married (no longer) to Mr. Missionary for a long time, I like to try out new stuff. But, I'll just bet you figured that out already, huh? The Lil' Butt Buddy is a no go, too short n fat and when all lubed up properly just slips out...sucks cuz it's cute and has all these cool functions! Oh wait...this new one has a damn suction cup! Now just gotta find a smooth surface. Hrmmmm, never mind....lmao.

Ok, now everyone has their favorite lube. Mine happens to be Moist Silicone Spray Lubricant and Anal Eaze.

Everyone has their own preferences, but I've found that being prone to irritations from condoms, toys, and even semen, the right lubricant is a definite must for me. Now, i could probably go on all night about the toys. I may even come back to this later...if anyone wants anymore info, that is. If this has been a total turn-off post, then I'll just never go back to the subject and shut up about it.

My sexual history isn't extravagant, just average I suppose given that I was married for the first time at 23, and had been with that person for 3 years prior...so I wasn't exactly sexually extravagant and didn't really know a whole lot. Like I said, my ex thought there were only 2 sexual positions, missionary & doggy style, so I didn't have much chance. No wonder I was unhappy and unfulfilled. So, I've made up for it since I met my current hubby *grin*. Lucky for me he and I can talk about anything, especially sex, which I have found to be totally liberating and instead of being worried that he will judge me by what I think or feel, I know that he will be totally supportive and help me in any way he can and also lets me know that I am always loved and respected, no matter what I ask for or ask to do. I thank God every day for finding him for me.

The moon is upside down

One of the things I've always felt good about is that I have ALWAYS had this innate sense of direction, no matter where I am. Well, that was certainly true when I resided in the Northern Hemisphere. Now, I have lost all sense of direction and it fucks with me terribly. I actually must look up to see the sun to know where I am in relation to North, South, East, and West.

Yes, the moon does look upside down from my perspective here "Down Under" and it freaks me out at times. The hubster suggested I just not look at it, lol. That may sound good, but I think the moon is way too beautiful to NOT look at it, ever!

So here I am, walking upside down, for all practical purposes, with only gravity keeping me from falling into space. Yeah, of course, I know that no matter where one is on Earth that is what is going on, yet it still messes with my head. By the way, water does NOT go down the drain swirling in the opposite direction of the way it swirls in the Northern Hemisphere. That was the first thing I checked out when I came to visit, and the most commonly misreported fallacy about the differences in hemispheres. Wan to know how I know this? My mother-in-law asked me if water flowed down the drain in a counter clockwise fashion (opposite to here). Nope, it's all clockwise.

Holy Mother of God

Your English Skills:

Grammar: 100% Punctuation: 100% Spelling: 100% Vocabulary: 100%

Does Your English Cut the Mustard?

You Are 12% Pure

You've been a very bad girl or boy... And you probably enjoyed every minute of it.

How Pure Are You?

What Kimmie Means

K is for Kinky I is for Insane M is for Marvelous M is for Magical I is for Irresistible E is for Elegant

What Does Your Name Mean?

Mangled glasses and other stuff...

For your viewing pleasure I am putting up a quick pic I took of my mangled glasses and another of a running greyhound (one that looks just like Tiges) just so you can see how firece they look when running flat out, even though they are the sweetest creatures, and even though right now I want to put him outside in a small pen so he can't chew anything else for a while.

Tigger went surfing...

Tiger looking up at me with those big beautiful and innocent (HAH!) eyes of his. This is a pic of him on his bed, well sort of. he's surrounded by a cuddle U pillow, regular pillow so when he roaches at night he won't bang his head or feet on the night stand, a wool blankie, a fleece blankie, and my afghan (bottom left red blanket).


My lovely dog decided to go counter surfing this morning. C~ made himself some sandwiches from the corned beef I cooked last night and left a few bits and pieces on the cutting board to add to Tiger's breakfast. I forgot it (the corned beef, not Tiger's brekky) and it was still sitting on the cutting board as I sat down to have a cup of coffee. I watched as Tiges came sniffing around the counter and became REALLY interested in the meat. HAH! I thought watching him. The cutting board was ever so slightly hanging over the edge and it hit me that this would be the way to teach him NOT to counter surf. It would fall off if he put his feet on it I knew, so I waited. He turned and looked at me guiltily, then sloooooowly turned back to face THE MEAT. His feet left the ground quickly and as they hit the board I yelled NO! The cutting board fell with a mighty clatter and Tiger ran into the next room. You should have seen his poor face, it was entirely too funny as he peeked around the corner to check out the destruction. I laughed so hard I nearly fell out of my chair, but avoided it... just barely.

Being the neat and tidy woman that I am, I cleaned it all up, then surreptitiously plopped the meat into his bowl and called him over to eat it. He looked so pitiful!

In a pig's eye!

Guess what the sweet little dog of mine, I mean monster did next? Go on GUESS! After he scarfed down the last little bits, he wandered off into the living room for some much needed shut eye. A few moments later I heard him whimpering so I went over to see what was the matter. When i sat down next to him on the sofa, I noticed the mangled bit of greenish blue metal and plastic between his paws. MY GLASSES!!!!!!! My freaking GLASSES! The little monster has eaten my glasses and there is no such thing here as insurance on glasses!. Farkin hell! Now I have to go out and get new ones, and I was just making the point to hubs that I desperately needed prescription sunglasses since mine are from 1998. So, no sunglasses for me now, at least not for a little while. I cannot believe this. *shakes head* How did this happen, I wonder, I have never had a dog chew up anything really important before. I'm just dumbfounded and nearly speechless. Well, at least I have another older pair of glasses that I can wear until I get new ones, they are just scratched a bit so it will need to be soon *sigh*.

I am tired, Seriously

Yes yes I know. Everyone is tired. But when I got home tonight I had the most wonderful reception a la Tiger that you can imagine. All whirly birdy tail action goin' on. It was awesome coming home to that. Poor guy, outside all day and Mama forgot da boy's play toys. I am such a bad Mama *sigh*. I did remember to give him a bone before I left, so it wasn't like he had nothing to occupy him all day long, so don't feel too bad for the po' old critter bug.

Sunday afternoon the hubs and I went down to the local cinema and saw Hannibal Rising. Oh yeah, was that ever an incredible movie. I din't get skeered outta my mind like when I saw Silence of the Lambs, nor was I grossed out either. That made me really happy, now I want to not only go back and see all of the films, but also read the books. Egads, I probably won't get any sleep for yonks.

I'll try to write more about it later as I'm so tired, but not only did this virtual unknown (Gaspard Ulliel) do an excellent job in playing the young Hannibal, he captured Hannibal as Anthony Hopkins did. Not to mention that Gaspard Ulliel is quite the good looking frenchman.

Sunday meme

A quick meme I got from margalit:

1. What time did you get up this morning? 5 am

2. Diamonds or Pearls? Pearls, diamonds are my birthstone so I’d prefer something I haven’t had all my life.
3. What was the last film you saw at the cinema? Casino Royale

4. What is your favourite TV show? Grey’s Anatomy & Dr. Who.

5. What did you eat for breakfast? Coffee?
6. What foods do you dislike? Liver and Korean Food in general.
7. Your favourite potato chip? I can’t remember the name of them it’s been so long, but they had Old Bay seasoning and they have a lighthouse on the front of the bag!
8. What is your favourite CD at the moment? George Winston, December.
9. What kind of car do you drive? Don't drive much, but I own a Ford Laser.
10. Favourite sandwich? Corned Beef on Rye with melted Lorraine Swiss, mayo and hot English mustard, please
11. What characteristics do you despise? Idiocy, rudeness, know-it-alls, and meanness

12. What are your favourite clothes? I have this beautiful pewter and copper coloured Traditional Chinese style pants outfit with long sleeves and mandarin collar with frogged front closures
13. If you could go anywhere in the world on vacation, where would you go? Someplace with snow and great Mexican Food – like Colorado. Some days I miss the USA a LOT.
14. What colour is your bathroom? Blue and white.
15. Favourite brand of clothing? DKNY.
16. Favourite time of day? Early mornings when all is quiet and I can have a cuppa and read without interruption.
17. Where would you want to retire to? Anyplace in the world? Probably back home in South Carolina at the beach somewhere.
18. Favourite sport to watch? Cricket?
19. Coke or Pepsi? Coke, unless I’m in a Pepsi mood.
20. Are you a morning person or night owl? Morning!
21. Any new and exciting news you'd like to share? I have a new dog! He’s the most wonderful thing, though I do miss my German shepherds that live back home.
22. What did you want to be when you were little? I wanted to be a doctor.
23. What is your best childhood memory? The day I got to play my violin in First Chair at a concert!
24. Nicknames? Kitten, doll, darling.
25. Piercings? 2 holes in one ear, 1 in the other.
26. Eye Colour? Blue.
27. Favourite day of the week? Saturday.
28. Favourite restaurant? Houston’s
29. Favourite ice cream? Caramel swirl.
30. Which store would you choose to max out your credit card? Anyplace that sells American clothing.
31. Bedtime? Usually around 9 pm.
32. What are you listening to right now? George Winston, Carol of the Bells.
33. How many tattoos do you have? 1 , a small gecko.
34. Next film you'll see? Hannibal Rising, this afternoon.
35. Tag anyone? montchan.

*edited monday morning because upon rereading this post, I found that I'd inadvertently written in some incorrect info, grrrr. Copying and pasting from another meme somehow got my answers mixed up with anothers*

Just HAD to post this Heart Day Poem

This Valentine's Day poem I purloined from Cheeky, now, I dunno if she is the one that wrote it, but if she did (good going!), then I'm impressed. Too cute not to spread worldwide:


Collards is green
My dog's name is Blue
And I'm so lucky to have
A sweet thang like you.

Yore hair is like cornsilk
A-flapping in the breeze
Softer than Blue's
And without all them fleas.

You move like the bass,
Which excite me in May.
You ain't got no scales
But I luv you anyway.

Yo're as satisfy'n as okry
Jist a-fry'n in the pan.
Yo're as fragrant as "snuff"
Right out of the can.

You have som'a yore teeth,
For which I am proud;
I hold my head high
When we're in a crowd.

On special occasions,
When you shave under yore arms,
Well, I'm in hawg heaven,
And awed by yore charms.

Still them fellers at work,
They all want to know,
What I did to deserve
Such a purdy, young doe.

Like a good roll of duct tape
Yo're there fer yore man,
To patch up life's troubles
And fix what you can.

Yo're as cute as a junebug
A-buzzin' overhead.
You ain't mean like those far ants
I found in my bed.

Cut from the best cloth
Like a plaid flannel shirt,
You spark up my life
More than a fresh load of dirt.

When you hold me real tight
Like a padded gunrack,
My life is complete;
Ain't nuttin' I lack.

Yore complexion, it's perfection,
Like the best vinyl sidin'.
Despite all the years,
Yore age, it keeps hidin'.

Me 'n' you's like a Moon Pie
With a RC cold drank,
We go together
Like a skunk goes with stank.

Some men, they buy chocolate
For Valentine's Day;
They git it at Wal-Mart,
it's romantic that way.

Some men git roses
On that special day
From the cooler at Kroger.
"That's impressive," I say.

Some men buy fine diamonds
From a flea market booth.
"Diamonds are forever,"
They explain, suave and couth.

But for this man, honey, these won't do.
Cause yo're too special, you sweet thang you.
I got you a gift, without taste nor odor,
More useful than diamonds...
IT'S A NEW TROLLIN' MOTOR!!

New Blogs To read

Here are a few new Blogs that I've been reading:

1) Genji's Corner - He and his wife LOVE greyhounds, they have a complete menagerie at their house and they do an awesome job in Virginia of rescuing and adopting our retired greyhounds.

2) Mitch McDad - Not sure HOW to describe his blog. it's kind of a daddy/husband/guy thing and he's quite hilarious, just check out his post describing his bout with a kidney stone, or the one about his wife and her gf's going out on th town, and of course the resultant discussion about vibrators!

3) Snow Trapped Southern Girl - she calls herself Cheeky and she is just cute as a button. I can defintely relate to being a southern girl out of place. She also writes a bit of poetry that will make your heart sing with gladness! You go girl!

4) What was I thinking - Her name is Margalit, living in Boston aand self described as a Professional writer, opinionated ultra liberal mother of 14 year old twins, living life in the slow lane.

5) To Do: 1. Get Hobby 2. Floss - Just from that she's my kinda woman ( A FLOSSER!!!), her name is Mist1 and she lives in the Dirty South lol. She's just too funny. Like me she is trying hard to preserve her youth and is even contemplating a marijuana vaporizer. Ohhhhh the lengths we will go to!

6) Outback Dobbs - Another American Living Down Under *grin* yes I'm an unashamed plugger for other American (expat) bloggers. Dobbs is super cool and he has TONS of pics, I'm guessing he's some gorgeous hottie that loves to take pics while he's out & about camping in the Outback. Ok, meybe not, I've never seen his face, but I'll just betcha he's one of those rugged types!

I've just been expanding my reading list this past week and I've been fairly lucky. My blog stats have gone up thanks to italk2much which gave me a so-so review and called me a really bad name, but hey whatever, I've gotten more readers out of it. Hrrrrmmmmmm, guess this means I'll have to spruce things up a bit? Perhaps write about something with meaning? Ut oh, I'm in twubble now. SHIT FIRE I have to write about meaningful stuff, crap, crap crappity crap crap crap.

Ta ta for now, ciao, sayonara, goodbye my lovies. I shall endeavour to come back with something meaningful *sniff*.

I ain't got nothin' on Hormel...

Nossirree bob, I don't have a thang on Hormel. How do I know that? Well, last night I tried to made corned beef hash. I tried to make it like my dad did when I was a kid, I shoulda known better. First of all, Daddy used Hormel Corned Beef Hash in a can. Then he would mix it with a buncha stuff and fry it in a pan til it was all golden brown and crispy. I remember loving those suppers or breakfasts when we got hash. Yummyyy. Anywho, my version was a teensy bit more "gourmet", if you will. Finely chopped onions, small diced potatoes and nice chunky bits of corned beef that C~ cut up for me like a wunnerful hubby. Well, he was making fritters for himself so it wasn't a HUGE stretch to keep on cutting more meat.

So, I poured a bit of oil into a hot skillet, then spread out the onion and potatoes so they would sizzle until nice and brown in all their goldeny goodness. Once that was done, then I tossed in the meat, a liberal dash of worcestershire sauce, salt and pepper. Fry a little more, then voila! All done....I just topped mine off with 2 artery clogging fried eggs for old times sake.

Yes, my corned beef hash was good. Was it as good as my Daddy's? Heck naw. Nothing is EVER as good as I remember it being when I was a kid. I do have to tell you that I finally mastered my Mama's potato salad this past Thanksgiving. I'm nearly 38 and I finally did it! Yay me! LOL.
If you only knew just how long I've been trying to get that right ya might understand the enthusiasm. It's one of those recipes that someone makes from memory and it's never the same twice, but it's ALWAYS excellent. So, yeah I'll probably never get it right again...but at least I can say I did it once. Which reminds me....I need to start planning our 4th of July stuff soon.

I love food holidays and here in Australia not many people get together with family and friends for holidays with tons of food. It seems to be BBQ's and such. I miss cooking for a crowd, even if the main portion of a meal comes off the grill. The coolest thing about being a multi-national couple is the holidays we celebrate. We live here in Oz so of course we celebrate all the Aussie hols, like Anzac Day and so forth, but since I'm American we also celebrate American hols too ~ Sawwweeeeeeetttttt! More food, woooohoooooooo!!! Of course, some DO coincide, like Easter, Christmas, etc, but there is no Aussie Thanksgiving. Now if you're wondering like many, including my Mama, you must ask yourself, "Why wouldn't Aussies celebrate Thanksgiving?" Well...there were NO Pilgrims here, not to mention NO Indians! *giggle* That's correct, no pilgrims or indians, hence no first thanksgiving dinner. Same with no Fourth of July, too...it's a different country that has never declared it's independence from England. The Queen is still their Notion of Head of State. Ohhh I almost forgot, Australia has 10 Gazetted Hols where everything is pretty much closed down. Not closed in the American sense where all the restaurants and stores are open having big sales and stuff, I mean CLOSED completely! Everyone stays at home or goes out to parks for BBQ, or whatever.

10 Holidays where almost everyone is off work. Back home there were only 5 official hols. I think my favorite time here is around Easter, because of Ash Wednesday, Good Friday, and Easter Monday. Lotsa time off to go and play, the weather is generally nice and breezy, even if weird that it's Autumn instead of Spring, but in Queensland the weather is generally beautiful.

Ahhhhhhhhh, things to be thankful for. Life is good.

I hate the C-word

I really hate the C-word. More than any other curse word in the entire English language. Why you ask? I have no idea, really, I just find it extremely offensive. I'm sure there are many other words that can be used instead of that one, don't you think? To use it to describe a person is beyond silly... it's just indecent. 'Nuff said.

I got smacked

Yep, I finally got smacked

Happy Belated Valentine's Day

Ooohhhhh, I guess I'm still the only one that would give her left arm for a bunch of flowers? I love flowers, I don't care when they come, I don't care if they are a waste of money...to me, they are not a waste if I appreciate them in all their glory until the last brown, dried petal falls off the gnarly, mold covered stems.

So, there you have it, a pic of me and my bridesmaids with the three flower bouquets that I made for us. Yep, that's right, I made them, in fact I did all of the flower arrangements for our wedding. Not too bad for a first timer, if I do say so myself.


Yes the above pic is not the greatest quality, but I don't have any really good close ups of them, but you can at least get an idea of what they looked like.


I wonder why so many do not want flowers. I have always wondered this. Perhaps it is because I have gotten so few flowers in my lifetime. I am a flower and garden lover. My favorite flowers to grow are begonias, though, for me they are one of the more difficult ones. As for the kinds of flowers I would love to receive are... hrmmmmm, let me think. I really prefer wildflowers over pretty much anything. I do love native Australian flowers as well, in fact that is what my wedding bouquet was made from. In case you were wondering, the little dangly things hanging down from my bouquet are brass bells that were borrowed from my mother-in-law that she carried in her wedding. They are attached by white satin ribbons. I still have the bouquet, minus the outer green leaves, as they didn't dry well.

New Birth Control Method Available

Yes, the NuvaRing is finally here ladies of Australia! YAY! Finally I can go back to not having a period and losing the weight caused by being on The Pill.


It's fairly simple. Insert the Ring every 28 days, remove, put in a new one. After 2-3 months no period! How awesome is that? Little to no weight gain is caused, and no period means no PMS!!! I cannot say enough good things about this stuff. It is so good that I carried a 6 month supply with me, when I moved to Australia, on ice in a small cooler on the plane. Yes, it must be refrigerated until used. I only brought 6 months with me because I was told that it would be available in Australia by last May, which it wasn't :-( . So, I went on The Pill. I just find condoms messy and unreliable not to mention they hurt and those of us that are allergic to things like spermicides or latex, etc find them impossible to use. Sheesh, which reminds me that spermicides aren't even available here in Oz.


It is a small Ring that looks like a little kids clear jelly bracelet and it releases a low constant dose of hormones. By the way, each hyperlink will take you to a different site that will explain different things about it since I haven't found one site that completely explains things.

Thoughts by T. Wanker...

Yesterday I was introduced to a new blog called Mormon Erotica by T. Wanker. I was laughing myself silly at his latest post. I enjoyed it so much so that I just had to comment and unbelievably, T. not only commented but made a special footnote just for moi! I was astounded!
Here was my reply to his post:

"kitten said...

I somehow got sent here by SML (sort of)...mostly by my hubby walking by my computer and clicking on the link SML had to YOUR blog ROFL. You shoulda heard what he said...never mind that, but my response was, "WTF?", and I promptly came over to the pc, started reading and giggling my ass off. Anywho, read your little blurb about yourself and happened to notice (don't ask how I know this) that the first quite a few books listed as your favs are BDSM related....no, I do NOT want to know, seriously. LOL. My mind screams pervert and I think YAY!!!! What would we do without them?

February 11, 2007 2:44 AM"

And T's reply was this:

Kitten --

Meow!!! Welcome. For new commentors, I've decided to create their own special footnote on my footnote blog. I'm glad you are laughing, because that was my intention. As for my favoirte books, we all have our phases. I'm reading Norman Mailer right now. If you feel inclined to bestow the title of pervert upon me however, I would deem it an honor. I'm dying to know what your husband said . . .

T, my husband said, " Mormon Erotica? WTF???" So I just had to read the blog, or at least as much as I could given what time it was and that I had to get stuff ready for bed, hubby ready for work this morning, etc. I really do appreciate the link back to me and the comments. Which brought about this current post. Also, I love the picture of the greyhounds, thank you very much. It all got me to thinking this morning about a few things many of my blog friends don't know about me. So I'll start off with my name. It is Kimberley and my adult friends call me Kimmie. I grew up hating (for some unknown reason) the name Kimberley until I was in my last year of high school, until then all my friends and family called me Kim, the obvious exception being my dad who always called me Kimberley. So I switched to the longer version of my name and kept with it until a few years ago when friends who'd only known me as an adult started calling me Kimmie, except for my husband at the time who called me Kimberley, too.

When I met my current hubby a few years ago, I introduced myself as Kimmie and he and all the aussie pals call me Kimmie. Hubby's pet name for me is kitten, which is kind of odd because he thinks cats are evil creatures. Perhpas he thinks I'm an evil witch...wench? Who knows? LOL! And I'm an American living with my Aussie hubby in Australia, hence the Kitten Down Under.

I've always loved both dogs and cats and have always had both animals as pets both growing up and as an adult. I grew up with an assortment of mongrels, usually lab or shepherd mixes. I got Baron and Tasha (german shepherds) in '96. I have posted about them previously and why I left them back home with a friend (Baron) and my parents (Tasha).

I started becoming interested in greyhounds as a possible breed for me a long time ago when my ex-MIL looked into retired racers as a pet. Of course the idea sat on the back burner as I already had 2 dogs and 2 cats. Once cat passed away in '99 and the other went with my ex in the divorce.

When I moved here, C~ and I lived with his parents for a year until he finished uni (just a few months ago) and we moved into our own house. After I moved here I knew that I needed a dog to help with the homesickness and at times it became quite an obsession. C~ and I discussed the eventual possibilities of adoption and we decided on greyhounds because it fulfilled the need for a big dog that didn't always act like a big dog. Not to mention the lack of dirtiness and smell. Greyhounds are extremely clean, shed little, and have almost no odour at all. That is great considering that I was used to cleaning up after dogs that required daily vacuuming to rid the house of all the hair. Gladly I waited until we could find the right dog for us. Until then I kept up with the Queensland Greyhound Adoption Program to see who was available and needed homes. I also took C~ to visit them out at various functions they attended with their greyhounds. Luckily, C~ was pretty entranced with them when he first saw them at The EKKA last year. I was really amazed at how readily he seemed to accept my suggestions of a big dog since he's grown up with miniature poodles.

Now, he just loves Tiger and he and I are considering fostering more of them once Tiger (and we) are all settled into a nice routine.

I love the fact that they are so dignified, even though they can be just like any other puppy and bounce around, zoom around the yard, and toss toys until their hearts content. It was pretty cool finding out that we can trace Tiger's lineage back to the late 1700's in England when the breed was first interbred with bulldogs and we have the greyhounds as we now know them as a breed. There is a website devoted to the pedigrees that I'll have to link to later that shows lineages and some pictures. Ok, time to go have breakfast and T. Wanker, thanks for bringing all this up....I think *wink*.

PS Glad you like the moniker "pervert", seems that lots of men, C~ included, that don't mind it a bit. *grin*

End of the weekend

I didn't intend for this to be a photo blog lol, nor did I intend for this to be underlined but blogger is being a bit of a shit right now. There is NO underline button for me to click off. *Sigh* Guess I'll just deal with it. Anywho, here's a few pics of Tiger and looks like he's such a happy boy. We have spent the day trying to kill the new squeaky plushies bought today at Crazy Clark's and he's such a hoot. As you can also see, the boxes behind the sofa are taking up much needed living room space, but we are still waiting on bookshelves to be delivered to house them. Yes, those would be two new bookshelves in addition to the 4 we already have in use at the moment. Yes we read a lot, and C~ has 5 years of Law Books to store in case he needs them in the futire for reference. But, more about Tiger...he's loving the combination of BARF that we have him on (Biologically Appropriate Raw Foods) and Nutro. BARF comes in patties and we are trying the 'Roo combo first, Big StripeyBoy loves it, I think it stinks to high heaven lol. Whatever, I'll do anything for him to be happy and healthy.

These pics show Tiger on the sofa trying to devour his plushie toys that squeak. He seems to love anything that squeaks...at a certain pitch (owwwww, my ears!)

Below he is looking at a spot on the floor. Dunno what it is, but he laid there for a good 20 minutes looking at the same spot.

Here is the first "roach" pic we have. He was so full of himself he was rolling over, pawing at the air and tossing toys around.

Here we are...or as Tiger plainly stated, here SHE is squishing ME....stop it!!!!!!

Here is Tiger attempting to prove he's taller than me.


All the toys are gone and he's smiling up a storm.

Back to killing toys and driving me up the wall with the incessant squeak squeak.


Peace at last!

Tiger sleeping.

Ok, make that grinning and playing possum.

Tiger has come to his forever home

This afternoon Tiger came to his forever home with us. I am sooooo happy! He looks pretty happy too. So far, we have played ball, taken a few romps around the yard, sniffed every inch of the house and yard, peed on the most likely bushes and did a nice poopiedoo in the far corner near the compost bin and right up against the fence. He's such a good boy, my Tiger.

C~ took quite a few pics of him, which I am going to post here just so I can gush some more about how wonderful he is. We don't have stairs, so I'm not really sure how he is with them, must try the front steps tomorrow. At our main house entrance (the garage side), we have a ramp which he seems to love as he gets going at a good clip when he goes up it.

He loves his stuffed plushie toys, especially the baby seal one, and we also have a squeaky rubber toy that he just adores. I have never seen a greyhound BOUNCE before. He just gallops and hops around like a little puppy, it's hilarious! Oh and the other funny thing he does is stare out through the security bars of our front window to the house across the street which has 4 cats roaming around.

Looks like the only thing we need to work on is whining, which he hasn't done much but I don't want him doing every time he sees a cat across the street. He hasn't been counter surfing yet, but he has stuck his nose over the counter so we will put a quick stop to that as well.

Ok, now for the piccies. Enjoy!

Almost there

Yes, Saturday is almost upon us, and I have to work tomorrow from 7:30-12:30. Who goes to the damn dentist on Saturday morning? No one I tells ya!

Anywho, tomorrow is the day that Tiger comes to his forever home. YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I'm so excited I could just spit. (Say that with a southern accent*grin*) Also, C~ has bought tons of toys, plushies and balls and other stuff, a bed too...one of those off the ground things that everyone here in OZ seems to have for poochies outside during the day. Honestly, I don't think it's big enough for him...we shall see. Tons to do tonight and am still waiting for C~ to call me to go pick him up from the train station...poor thing would have to walk over a Km to get home in this heat and wearing long sleeves too. Well, time to go...I need to make sure to have some piccies taken when Kirsty brings him home to us. I promise to post as man as I can.

Decisions, decisions....

How could I decide? I just did. That's how. C~ asked me which one this morning and I changed my mind again, but I've stuck to it.

We are going to get Tiger unless something wierd or bizarre happens. Hopefully Kirsty Bringer of Everlasting Joy & Dogs shall be delivering him on Saturday. We shall see. In the meantime, C~ must finish the fence on one side of the house. The gates are all painted and ready to go...now we are just waiting for the rest of the lattice to go with it. It was supposed to be delivered two days ago at the very latest. Now they say it will be here on Tuesday at the latest. Sheesh, on Tuesday we have a Cricket match to go see, then it's off to work for me and for C~ off to new job in the city. I am working Saturday morning, but if all goes well, we can have the fence (all 6 feet of it in length, including gate) put up between the two of us Friday night and be all ready for newbie dog on Saturday arvo.

Wooooooohhhhhhhooooooooo *does happy dance*
Have no piccies of Tiger but will as soon as I have him.

And then there were two...

Yeah TWO! I have to choose grrrrrrrr! This morning we went to see Tiger and Dee, the potential doggie adoptees. Both are gorgeous and sweet. Both have what I'd love to have in a dog. Why oh why can't I roll them up into one? Life is so unfair.

Both of them took to C~ instantly. WTF am I, chopped liver? Nooo they might actually LIKE that! Both ignored me and went straight to him. Perhaps he was giving off some "I just lost my best friend" vibes they picked up on. Earlier this week, his parents put their 13 yo poodle, Colonel, to sleep. C~ has been really torn up about it. He grew up with him and I can imagine what he's been feeling this week, especially with us due to go look at two dogs. I imagine a bit like a traitor, but I'm hoping a new dog for us will help that.

Anywho, after much driving to the north side of the city, we arrived at Dee's foster home first. Dee wiggled and waggled, and grinned and goofed off for us a little while we talked with Nicola, her temporary mom. We decided to put on her muzzle and go for walkies down to the park. SHe was such a good girl! She kept acting like a silly thing, rubbing her nose/muzzle on our legs a few times, then settled into the walk like a pro (which she apparently is). We had a sit down, a few scratches and pats, even a few kissies, and then had to give her back. When we were leaving, she followed us down the length of the fence only stopping when she got to the end of her yard. So we stoppped and gave her a goodbye pat and felt we must surely have her, wishing we could take her with us right then. But alas, we must go visit Tiger. Dee is a beautiful black girl....not so little as I was led to believe, she's about 29 kgs. *Sigh*

Onto visit Tiger who is living with a foster family out in the BOONIES! Oh yeah, people out there actually have property! Whoa, am I ever jealous and would love to live way out there in Pine Rivers Shire. It's unbelievable! Rolling hills, beautiful new homes *drool*, I could go on and on, but I'll go on to Tiger.
Tiger greeted us at the door. All of 4 feet tall, I'd swear! He's so tall! No wonder he's called Tiger, he's all striped and when lying down he looks like a fawn and black zebra or a giraffe with stripes. I was told he is blue, but now he's more fawn with blue stripes. He even has a little sexy eyeliner and lipstick (gothy black, of course, as only a grey will have). We came in and I promptly sat down on the floor next to him and his bed and played squeak the toy (I'm a well trained monkey), he just looked at me as if I'd gone off my rocker! *gasp* Anywho, his foster carer took us outside and into the paddock where we found a BALL! I was raring to go play ball with this beautiful creature. Pam warned me that he likes to run after the ball, pick it up and then drop it....way far away from you. He doesn't fetch. Hrrrrrmmmmm, we shall see about this no fetchy thing. I screamed in my best high pitched girly voice, "Come on Tiiiigerrrr, come on! Let's play ball!!!!" Threw the ball, he took off at a gentle gallop and brought me the ball! Twice he brought me the ball...after that, he just went off to greet the next door neighbor dogs, a german shepherd mama and her pup that were sticking their heads through the large fence wanting pats and scratches, too. I obliged them then took off after the wayward Tiger to see if I could interest him in more play but he wasn't having any of that, so off we went for a walk on leash. He did great! What a guy!

Once inside, Tiger fell asleep on the floor completely ignoring us crazy humans. We chatted with Pam for a bit, then off we went to the door. Tiger followed, but only after much calling to see if he wanted to say bye bye to us...I guess he figured if he wanted to be in the running for a new home, he'd better comply. More pats and scratches and off we went.

Now we are home to debate who it shall be. Good heavens it's gonna be hard to choose!

On the one hand, I think Dee, then I think Tiger...and on and on it goes. I may just have to draw straws.

New Pals

I've just added a couple of great blogs. Both very funny and I love the pics of all the greyt dogs aka greyhounds. Katy and her needle nose pals, both her own and the ones she fosters. Also there is Adele and her cat Chicken, boy is he a meanypuss! She has greys too, plus she's a foster mom extraordinaire. Ya'll enjoy!

Owie freakin OWWwwwww

Yeah that's what I said. OW! Damnit ouchie poo, too. Mama always said God doesn't give us more than we can handle but somedays I think He toys with me way too darn much. Why oh why does it sometimes feel like I'm a hundred and thiry-eight instead of 37, nearly 38? Woke up this am it was barely 4:30 am and I'd not even gone to sleep til after 11. C~ made me stay up and watch the last of the Cricket match between NZ and Australia. It WAS an awesome game, especially the ending overs. Australia barely one by 8 balls! Talk about close call. McGrath pulled it out on the end making up for all the shitty fielding he'd done earlier. I also have to commend the NZ batters, wow!

Anywho, the reason I'm sitting here at 5 am is because I had some awful bloody (literally bloody) dream involving dogs. An accident in the dream, totally horrific to wake up to, then the pain came about 5 minnutes after I was coherent enough to understand the signals body sends to brain.....it was instant OWIE time. That's sorta like Hammer time, but not as much fun....dancing is optional, depending on the owie factor.

For those who don't know, I had tumour removed from spinal cord nearly 4 yrs ago. Medical term is laminectomy. What it IS is this : I'm left with NO bony covering over my spinal cord between my shoulder blades on 2 vertabrae. They cut all the muscles in my back and lots of nerves too. Sometimes if I'm touched on one side, it feels like the touch comes from the other side. Truly wierd feeling, especially when it's a fingernail or when I scratch my own back. What I'm left with is chronic, daily pain...without medicine it's off the charts, want to jump off bridge kinda feeling. With daily meds it's generally good. I know it's there, but it's a dull thumping 5 - 7 on a scale of 1 - 10. This am it was good solid 9 1/2....not weeks lol that'd be supa! But I wanted to slam my toe on the new chest at the end of the bed to make it hurt less, cuz it ain't time for me medicine, gotta wait at least til 6. At least here Down Under we can buy codeine OTC and that helps in times like this. So does writing. If you're totally in the dark now. I take a 12 hour time release medicine which is the equivalent of 20 mg of codeine, not a whole lot, not even a Tylenol 3! But whatever, it works and I'm forever thankful for aussie medicine and doctors. So, like now I just take a couple short acting panadeine and all is well for another hour (as I grit my teeth and correct yet another typo pfft snort, "well, uh huh, shhhuuuure it is well). i hate typose more than any other , forget grammar. I suck at it, always have always will...but spelling is another matter entirely and I get serious about that. I am a spelling slut from hell.

Ok Doggie time now. SO! I have been tentatively offered my choice of two dogs. One is named Tiger, the other is Dee. Ugh on the names btw. Must change, hubster agrees wholeheartedly. Tiger is leaving what was supposed to be his forever home because he snapped at a 5 yo. My guess is that 5 yo is FULL ON lol and Tiger was having none o' that mess. Fine by me, I have zero kiddieos. Dee is a bit of a mystery right now. So far, I know that she is a bit shy of dogs in the distance and reacts in some way. Howling? Whining? Not sure. The other odd thing is that she cannot be spayed. Apparently, the vet went to do it and said her uterus is the size of a small kittens and cannot rtemove it for some reason. Now, we know of no logical reason for this, even the hormones shouldn't have done that. Racing dogs take hormones to prevent pregnancy, kinda like some women do...smart doggies *grin*. Now the vet wants to take an ultrasound in 1 yr to check again. I do not know if this means that sha cannot get preggers. Don't have a problem dealing with the heat thing, though I know if I foster it may cause some extra sniffing and stuff lol and lotsa licking. That's what they make little girlydog panties for *sigh*. It prevents stuff getting on furniture and floors in case you were wondering. 'Nuff said.

So, this coming Saturday, C~ and I will day trip to the North Side of the city and have a looksee at them both. Note to self: need to look at stand alone freezers. We plan on using the BARF diet. and it's easier to just buy it and freeze it...also gotta find who stocks it over here. Ok, time for walkies since the sun is kinda up. Ciao peeps.

New dog

OMG! Seriously! I just got a call from THE LADY! Oh yeah *does happy dance* We basically have a choice of two dogs. BUT, grrrrrr, just found out from C~ that the ant baits we laid out won't allow us to have a dog in the yard for a fortnight. Fuckety fuck. Sheesh, and yesterday we went out and bought cool dog bowls (raised off the floor a cool foot and a half), a doggy mat aka horse saddle blanket in a totally cool shade of purple *grin*, plus curry comb and brush. I'm so excited I could spit! Now it's hurry up and wait. Ok, time to calm down and think about food...for me not the future dog. You know you were so thinking it LOL.