My Random Blog

Well smack my ass and call my Judy! (Um, yeah- I got that from Google… please don’t ask how.) Today I received another great award for my little blog… You Make My Day Award, from DrowseyMonkey! Below is the lovely award along with the guidelines that accompany it… I love passing on stuff… Fun!

And here are the rules:

1. Write a post with links to five blogs that make my day.
2. Acknowledge the post of the award giver.
3. Display the “You Make My Day Award” logo.
4. Tell the award winners that they have won by commenting on their blogs or emailing them the news.

And now… Here are 5 blogs that make MY day, please accept your You Make My Day award…

• Barbara Gordon Photography (Her photos are amazing)
• I Do Things (Back at ya JD!)
• The Junk Drawer (I spend WAY too much time there)
• Brainfizzles (I spend too much time there too)
• The Weekly Vice (So much good info)

So go forth and be fruitful, fellow bloggers… And thank you again, DrowseyMonkey… I’m glad I can make your day.

So I was out in the Internet, reading through the blogs I link to, and while I was at another Random blog, I found the information of my dreams… FREE SOFTWARE! Being the huge nerd I am, I went immediately and started downloading.

Wanna learn French? Need anti-virus software? Wanna be a pretend waitress in Diner Dash? It’s all there and more. So GO! Now! Get your free stuff! I’m going back right now and downloading everything. I’d tell you that the vault code is 1234567, but they don’t make a secret of it, so there’s really no need- is there? Ha!

Peace, comfy shoes and free stuff!

Today, the lovely JD, over at the (always funny) I Do Things blog, bestowed my little blog with this fabulous Flower Smeller award! She also wrote sweet things about it. Awww… I don’t know what to say other than a sincere and appreciative Thank You! So much. I am trilled to have been given it.

If you’d like to go and smell some flowers for yourself, head over to Go Smell The Flowers and take a big sniff! And never forget to let JD do things so you don’t have to.

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Today is my day off (yipee!) and I decided to fart around all day and do stupid Internet things. Where does one go to find stupid Internet things to do? Just Say Hi, of course. So here are the results of too much time and my desire to find out completely useless things about myself. I hope this helps give you a better insight into me and what’s wrong with me.

• How many 5-year-olds I could beat down if I had to:

23

I found this quite satisfying. Twenty-three 5-year-olds is a lot, considering they aren’t afraid to bite and pull hair. I’ve seen Children of the Corn and I’m ready.

• How big of a farging alcoholic am I really?

98%ALCOHOLIC

This test was based on knowledge of alcohol. In my defense, I was a bartender for several years. Not in my defense, I have pretty much consumed my body weight in most of the beverages in that test.

• Am I addicted to blogging?

57%How Addicted to Blogging Are You?

I thought I’d do worse on this and come out with a severe addiction. I was relieved to discover that I still do have a life outside of the Internet. Although it mostly involves heavy drinking and smacking down little kids.

• Could I eat my friends?

41%

Although 41% doesn’t seem like much, it still freaks me out that I am only 59% unlikely to snack on my friends. So if you happen to be my friend- and the end is looking near- you might want to get the hell away from me because, evidently, I can totally have you for dinner. And not in the fun way.

• Would I survive a zombie apocalypse?

36%

Well it’s nice to know that should I end up in a Michael Jackson 80’s video, I’m dead meat. This is due, in part, to me not owning a gun, a machete, or that I wouldn’t shoot my dearest-friend-turned-zombie in the head. (You’re welcome, dearest friend.)

So what have I learned about myself today? I’m an alcoholic, child beater upper, with a slight blogging addiction who will not immediately kill your zombie ass but will eat you if I have to. I wonder what zombie meat tastes like? I’d imagine old, rotten chicken… But that’s another blog.

Peace and comfy shoes.

• Don’t ever give perfume, that you can’t stand the smell of, to a very close friend. I thought I was getting rid of it. I didn’t. It came back today, all over my friend, and gave me one whopper of a headache.

• Don’t get drunk with friends who keep video cameras handy. A few girlfriends and I were out at a bar and I was getting out of the booth (correction: I was trying to get out of the booth) we were seated at. Once on my feet, I managed to fall straight back and onto the floor. Because a friend had a video-taking apparatus handy- that moment will live forever.

• If your hair is really long- people will touch it. My hair is now to my waist. It got played with all night at work. I thought only pregnant women had their personal space violated. I was wrong. My friend Stacy even goes as far as to brush it. In public. But I let her because I love her and, for some reason, it makes her happy to do that. I’m sure to the rest of the world, we look like groomer monkeys.

• The right thing to do is almost always the hardest. Along with this I also learned that love, alone, is not enough. And that sucks.

• Just when you think your puppy is done chewing up expensive things you own- she isn’t. This also applies to things that other people own. Puppy does not discriminate. When I’m done here, I’ll be Googling up some replacement items.

• My nose will ALWAYS itch when my hands are full. And I will have to cough, or sneeze, only when I’m trying to speak.

• I will never know what goes on when I’m sleeping that causes me to look like a cracked-out version of myself when I wake up. I’m pretty sure it’s not that I actually am smoking crack. But again, I’ll never know.

And those are the lessons I’ve gathered up for the week.

Peace and comfy shoes.

I love books. I don’t love all books- but I love all books written by certain authors. Dean Koontz is absolutely my favorite. I’ve read every book he’s ever published and I will continue to do so.

I think one of the main reasons that I adore Mr. Koontz’s books is because of his love for dogs. (He has a definite love for Golden Retrievers, specifically.) The first book I ever read by him was Watchers. With that one wonderful story, I was hooked and I have never been disappointed. All of his books aren’t about dogs, of course, but the ones that do involve them are my favorites.

Currently I’m reading The Darkest Evening of the Year. The story revolves around a character who has devoted her life to rescuing dogs, and the way that they have been such a gift to her life. So I’m reading along and I run across this particular passage:

Following an awkward silence, he said, “Dogs’ lives are short, too short, but you know that going in. You know the pain is coming, you’re going to lose a dog, and there’s going to be great anguish, so you live fully in the moment with her, never fail to share her joy or delight in her innocence, because you can’t support the illusion that a dog can be your lifelong companion. There’s such beauty in the hard honesty of that, in accepting and giving love while always aware it comes with an unbearable price. Maybe loving dogs is a way we do penance for all the other illusions we allow ourselves and for the mistakes we make because of those illusions.”

Then I look over at my own sweet, sleeping dog and I realize, for the millionth time since I adopted her, how much I am totally and utterly in love with her. She has brought so much comfort, laughter, happiness and joy to my life. And lately, that’s been a real blessing. Sometimes life sucks and sometimes life is hard, and sad, and complicated, and frustrating. But being able to share my life with this perfect, loving, innocent, fuzzy, little creature has made the bad parts so much easier to get through. When you rescue a dog… they rescue you right back. And she has, and continues to every day.

To me, dogs aren’t “just” dogs. They are thinking, loving, feeling, trusting beings with hearts that are unmatched by any other living creature. And I felt compelled to put my book down and write this post to express just how grateful I am for the little puppy that I get to share my life with. She is most special because if my friend Rachael hadn’t agreed to foster her, she would have been euthanized. From Rachael, she came to me… her forever home.

Ok, I’m thisclose to finishing my book… So I’m going to do that now. But first, I’m going to hug my dog.