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July 2008


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Zeke has nothing to do except gaze longingly at the woods and field behind our apartment, hoping for a ray of sun. Suzie is looking for stray crumbs, bugs or seeds to ingest.

I am waiting for one of my hoodies to dry sufficiently for me to take them for another soggy walk.


Zeke is catlike in his distaste for getting his feet wet. Rain is not his friend; days like this drag by for him. And it’s a drag for me… I have to literally drag him out and he does his necesssaries with looks of reproach.


Suzie on the other hand, delights in the wet weather. Coming in refreshed, wet and invigorated – ready to leap upon Zeke in mock battle to show her delight. He is not amused.



So, after our walk, I have the remains of yet another toy to bury in the garbage from Suzie’s frustration at a doleful Zeke, who refuses to play.


I was feeling pretty down myself, but after reading your comments on my last post, the spring is back in my step and the weirdo chick I usually am is taking over again…. don’t you just love duel personalities?


A woman goes to the dentist and like most people she’s a bit afraid. After the dental assistant pins the bib around her the dentist approaches her and says, “open wide”. With that she reaches over and grabs the dentist by the balls and says,”we’re not going to hurt each other, are we?”



You got to find somebody who likes the same stuff. Like, if you like sports, she should like it that you like sports, and she should keep the chips and dip coming.
~ Alan, age 10

You might have to guess, based on whether they seem to be yelling at the same kids.
~ Derrick, age 8

Both don’t want any more kids.
~ Lori, age 8

Dates are for having fun, and people should use them to get to know each other. Even boys have something to say if you listen long enough.
~ Lynnette, age 8

When they’re rich.
~ Pam, age 7

It’s better for girls to be single but not for boys. Boys need someone to
clean up after them.
~ Anita, age 9

There sure would be a lot of kids to explain, wouldn’t there?
~ Kelvin, age 8

Tell your wife that she looks pretty even if she looks like a truck.~
Ricky, age 10


I’ve Learned…

I’ve learned that you cannot make someone love you. All you can do is stalk them and hope they panic and give in.

I’ve learned that no matter how much I care, some people are just assholes.

I’ve learned that you can get by on charm for about fifteen minutes. After that, you’d better have a big weenie or huge boobs.

I’ve learned that you shouldn’t compare yourself to others ~ they are more screwed up than you think.

I’ve learned that you can keep puking long after you think you’re finished.

I’ve learned that we are responsible for what we do, unless we are celebrities, politicians or rap stars.

I’ve learned that regardless of how hot and steamy a relationship is at first, the passion fades, and there had better be a lot of money to take its place.

I’ve learned that sometimes the people you expect to kick you when you’re down will be the ones who do.

I’ve learned we don’t have to ditch bad friends, because their dysfunction makes us feel better about ourselves.

I’ve learned that the people you care most about in life are taken from you too soon and all the less important ones just never go away.

I’ve learned to say “F~ ~ ~ ’em in 6 languages.


I’ll be back… this is your last warning!


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If you read comments on my post, Spousal Abuse, you will have seen the comment left by rdlght regarding child abuse. I’m not sure why this was commented on as if I’d deliberately left children out of the equation. The post was about spousal abuse. 

Child abuse is a subject I infrequently comment on. Not that I don’t want to help the millions of abused children, I do. But, I also realize that unless I actually see or hear actual abuse, there is very little I can do.

I can write my Congressman, my Representative, the President and the newspaper… things I have done in the past. I also know that unless it’s an election year and this happens to be a “hot” issue, I will get no response and it won’t change a thing.

This country plays a lot of lip service about the protection of it’s children, but until we lock pedophils away for life, give real protection to children who are abused by their mothers, fathers, uncles, aunts, etc., that’s all it is – lip service.

It’s been my sad experience that families will protect the abuser in their midst. They would rather let the abuse continue than to make themselves uncomfortable or embarrassed by stopping the abuse. The child suffers in silence – knowing that there is no help and the abuse will only get worse if they do tell.

So, dear rdlght, I understand your anger and your pain. I am assuming that you are a survivor. I hope this is the answer you sought when you commented. Please keep up your efforts as I do.

Blessings, Glo



F-18 Pilot Returns Home To Canine Friend From Iraqi War Zone

By Kristina Davis

Union-Tribune Staff Writer


Scott Linnett / Union-Tribune

Marine Major Brian Dennis greets Nubs

They spent months in an Iraqi war zone cementing a special bond.

But after more than a month of being apart, Marine Maj. Brian Dennis began to worry if Nubs the dog would still remember him, especially in a new place like San Diego.

Their reunion early Saturday at Camp Pendleton clearly showed otherwise.

The 2-year-old old dog, named for his two nubby ears, drenched Dennis’ face with doggie kisses and said hello with excited whimpers.

“You remember that, huh?” Dennis said as he rubbed the dog’s head.

Dennis, an F-18 pilot stationed at Miramar Marine Corp Air Station, was among several Marines to return home from a seven-month tour in Iraq early Saturday.

Among those who also returned was a group that fell in love with seven puppies and also had them brought back to San Diego. They plan to reunite with their new dogs at 3 p.m. At the Rancho Coastal Humane Society.

Nubs, a German shepherd/border collie mix, came to San Diego a month earlier after friends, family and complete strangers raised $3,500 for the dog’s trip out of Iraq.

“It’s almost like ‘Lassie Come Home’ in Iraq,” said Dennis’ mother, Marsha Cargo, who anxiously waited for the unit’s arrival in the wee hours of the morning.

Dennis met Nubs in the Al Anbar Province where the dog ran wild at an Iraqi Border Fort. When Nubs was a puppy, an Iraqi sliced off most of his ears in an attempt to make the dog tough and more alert.

Another time, Nubs was stabbed with a screwdriver, and Dennis nursed him back to health.

When Dennis’ unit, the Border Transition Team, moved camp 70 miles away, Nubs somehow tracked them to their new location two days later.

It was against the rules to keep the dog in camp, and friends jumped in to bring Nubs to San Diego.

“Once he found us there, it seemed like this was supposed to have happened,” Dennis said Saturday. “After he walked all that distance, it seemed like he was supposed to end up in San Diego.”

For the past month, Eric Sjoberg, one of Dennis’ Marine buddies, has been caring for Nubs along with Dennis’ other dog, Bogey.

Nubs has also been learning new tricks and how to behave in a different environment with some help from a dog trainer.

“After running two years out in the desert, he’s got a personality on him,” Sjoberg said.

Dennis said his first outing with Nubs will be a jog on the beach.

“It will consummate the whole journey, going from the sand of Iraq to the sand of San Diego.”


28.JPGThe first nice day in a week and we’ve enjoyed our outings. I took advantage of the warm sun and bathed both of my stinky furfaces. They need to smell good for Zeke’s vet visit and our trip to the mountains.

Now they both smell of jasmine and have fluffy, shining coats. Both are pouting with me. They are now out on the balcony wishing evil upon me. This will last until they need another walk or dinner. At which time, all will be forgiven. 

Jeff is having a week of warm sun and driving southern roadways… his favorite. Actually, he thinks all of us are nuts, can’t drive and should be banned from the roads.

24.JPGHe gets so cranky with the leisurely pace of southern drivers! Stop and smell the roses, I tell him! He growls, “I’d love to… if these people would just get out of my way so I could leave the interstate! The speed limit is 65! They’re going 35! What’s wrong with these people! I hate Georgia, Alabama, etc.!” Grouch!

Being a damn yankee, he just doesn’t get it. Poor man. I love him, so I try to make allowances for his misconceptions and constant need to get there in a hurry.

And he doesn’t like peas or beans, collards or turnips, either. And he hasn’t once begged me to make cornbread… and I make great cornbread.

                       He had a deprived childhood.


Blessings… Glo

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Jeff and Suzie

Less than 24 hours after getting in from his last run, hubby is back out on the road. Tired and exhausted after a long week, I hated that he was unable to spend more than a night at home. On the bright side, a 3 day weekend coming up and we’re planning a trip to the mountains with the furbabies. Hubby is well aware that I need the mountains to restore my soul every so often.


Hubby was at least able to sleep in this morning. I kept the dogs locked out of the bedroom and giggled as Suzie “stalked” Zeke around the corners of the kitchen. She’s a fearsome hunter, our Suzie. Slowly she inches until she’s in pounce range, then with a growl that can freeze mortal hearts, she leaps. During the stalking process, Zeke is peeking around the corner at her and giving me a grin, as if to say, “Look… she think’s she’s scaring me!”. 


from ThunderTigers_1:


1. Take off clothing and place it in sectioned laundry hamper according to lights and darks..

2. Walk to bathroom wearing long dressing gown. If you see husband along the way, cover up any exposed areas.

3. Look at your womanly physique in the mirror, make mental note to do : more sit-ups/leg-lifts, etc.

4. Get in the shower.

5. Use face cloth, arm cloth, leg cloth, long loofah, wide loofah and pumice stone.

6. Wash your hair once with cucumber and sage shampoo with 43 added vitamins.

7. Wash your hair again to make sure it’s clean.

8. Condition your hair with grapefruit mint conditioner.

9. Wash your face with crushed apricot facial scrub for 10 minutes until red.

10. Wash entire rest of body with ginger nut and jaffa cake body wash.

11. Rinse conditioner off hair.

12. Turn off shower.

13.. Squeegee off all wet surfaces in shower. Spray mold spots with Tilex.

14. Get out of shower.

15. Dry with towel the size of a small country. Wrap hair in super absorbent towel.

16. Return to bedroom wearing long dressing gown and towel on head.

17. If you see husband along the way, cover up any exposed areas.


1. Take off clothes while sitting on the edge of the bed and leave them in a pile.

2. Walk naked to the bathroom.

3. If you see wife along the way, shake wiener at her while making the woo-woo sound.

4. Look at your manly physique in the mirror. Admire the size of your wiener and scratch your butt.

5. Get in the shower.

6. Wash your face.

7. Wash your armpits.

8. Blow your nose in your hands and let the water rinse the snot off.

9. Fart and laugh at how loud it sounds in the shower.

10. Spend majority of time washing privates and surrounding area.

11. Wash your butt, leaving those coarse butt hairs stuck on the soap.

12. Wash your hair. Make a shampoo Mohawk.

13. Pee.

14. Rinse off and get out of shower.

15. Partially dry off – Fail to notice water on floor because curtain was hanging out of tub the whole time.

16. Admire wiener size in mirror again.

17. Leave shower curtain open, wet mat on floor, light and fan on.

18. Return to bedroom with towel around waist.

19. If you pass wife, pull off towel, shake wiener at her and make the woo-woo sound again.

20. Throw wet towel on her pillow.

I hope you are enjoying Anita Baker and her sweet soul music. Apparently I’m having a flux in hormones and need her music to sooth me… or a shot of tequila.
Blessings! Glo

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dog & heart

I stumbled across the following article.

A kiss is not just a kiss, especially for women. While men use kissing as a prelude to sex or as a way to reconcile, women see it as so much more–and men should pay attention to this. Women use kissing as a way to assess a man as a potential partner, making that first kiss a make-or-break deal for most budding relationships. Once a relationship is established, a woman uses kisses to both maintain intimacy with her partner and run a status check on the state of the relationship or marriage, reports the BBC News.

Meanwhile, men place much less emphasis on the meaning of a kiss. Because they are far less discriminating than women when it comes to deciding whom they will kiss, a kiss doesn’t carry as much hidden meaning. In addition, they are more willing to have sex with someone without ever kissing her, as well as to have sex with a woman to whom they are not really attracted. Even if they think a woman is a bad kisser, they will still have sex with her. Not so for women on all three counts, who view kissing as a way to bond with a man in the short term and maintain a relationship in the long term. As a relationship progresses, men tend to place less emphasis on kissing.

It’s not something I’ve ever thought much about, but have always known instinctively, as I’m sure most women do. A bad kisser just don’t cut it.

I can remember my first kiss and I can remember all the bad kissers. The ones who fell in the “ok” catagory… not so much. The kiss of doom, so to speak, which heralded the end of the relationship, usually within minutes of the kiss, were few. As, unfortunately, were the toe curling, knock your socks off, slap your momma kisses. I do remember those! In glorious detail!

The worst of the worst was in high school; behind the bleachers. Where else? A boy I’d had a crush on forever (at least a month!), had walked me to the concession stand for a coke and we took the shortcut behind the bleachers on our way back. (hehehehehe) When the big moment came, I puckered up, closed my eyes and waited with baited breath for what I was sure would be the most romantic and passionate kiss of my life! I’d just seen Romeo & Juliet… so I knew all about passionate kissing! My heart pounding away, he softly covered half my face with his mouth and proceeded to slobber all over my face. My eyes popped open, I backed quickly away… crush over. Luckily, I had a napkin.

I am hoping, that sometime, somewhere, someone taught him how to kiss. Or he became a priest.

The best was my very first… lucky for me we moved away shortly thereafter or I’d have been pregnant at 10. God does move in mysterious ways! Thankfully.

My husband is a world class kisser. A knock your socks off, slap your momma, kisser. But, as the article states, I still get lots of pecks, but the really good ones are usually saved for those special occassions… It’s been a gradual tapering off… something I’ve hardly noticed. After reading the article, I think I’m going to meet him at the door this Friday, slap his stuff down and give him a lip lock he won’t forget! Just to make sure he still thinks I give toe curling, knock your socks off, slap your momma kisses! I may even brush my teeth first.


DSCF0692.JPGSince I am the proud and often tired owner of a lab-mix female, I have been interested in learning as much as I can about this breed.

Labrador Retrievers are the most popular breed in the US. On the plus side, their personalities are good, they are great with kids and are wonderful family dogs. On the minus side, they are, hyperactive and eager to chew on everything and anything. They will also eat almost anything. I say almost, but have yet to find anything our Suzie won’t eat. She is particularly fond of fresh cat poop when she can get it.

Another valuable fact… forewarned is forearmed; Labs are known to mature late – they can act like a puppy for 2 to 4 years. Oh, joy… our Suzie is quite the handful at 7 months and 50 plus lbs. While some pet owners may love this trait, many of us first timers are more than a little shocked when we learn this. You mean she’s going to get bigger and still act like this?!

In addition, Labs do a fair bit of shedding and it is important to regularly brush your dog if you don’t want hair all over your home. We have a saying in our house. If it ain’t covered in dog hair, it ain’t ours. I brush, but we have 2 shedders, both Zeke and Suzie. We are desperately in need an industrial strength vacuum.

Finally, training is very important in Labs. Our Suzie is improving, although she “forgets” sometimes and pulls momma screaming down the stairs or the hill or across the curb, or… well, you get the idea.

Lastly, Labs… our Suzie in particular, are terrible thieves… completely stealing your heart if given half a chance.

Grim3  Gina

Grimm & Gina

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