Running amok

went and got my hair did

shopped Michaels

dude, we can spend some money on stuff to make cards and miniatures and inchies

I got my first swap doolies today, and they were very neat. 2 sets of inchie art and a random package with a dishtowel to x stitch with a puppy booklet that has a basset pattern and a buttload of floss colors. It was very cool.

Well, I've been lagging on this post for hours. Time to go smother the basset

so much better today

I think it was the sugar. I mean, it's wrapped up in hormones (nods at B) and in my liver function which is iffy, but it doesn't seem that logical when you're in the midst of the meltdown.

Today I have done the couch to 5 K leg, walked the dogs, edited a short story, and packaged up book orders

I have also snuggled my dogs, pulled out my cashmere hoodie, which is 3 sizes too big this year, and found my little orange planner under my desk, which Sonny has eaten.

It has been brought to my attention that I neglected one basset member of the family, so here she is. My Sadie. She is not a motherfucking beagle. I intend to get her the t-shirt that says so.

completely overwhelmed today

feeling completely overwhelmed and out of control. I think I may be losing it. Weepy, whiny, and not terribly thrilled with myself. I have no idea what's going on, except that I went on a sugar bender yesterday, and now I feel like crap.

I'm just at this place where I feel like I'm always ten steps behind, literally and figuratively. I can't catch up, catch my breath, or get my head on straight.

tired but not bad

a little pooped. I think I have that bug that Larry has been hauling around the last 3-4 days

though coffee perked me up

Man, I need to get my shit together. I know I keep saying that, but I just seem to keep digging in and slogging and getting nowhere. What the heck does it take to get ahead? If S can't do it, there's no hope for me, right?

I miss the Goober. I was missing him today so bad. I love Sonny, and Sadie is ever and will always be my girl. But I miss Goober's face. It's been 6 months, which is just impossible to believe. Still, his memory makes me smile, and that's all we can ask, right?

Let it seem like all I am is down these days, I'm not. I just write about the bitchy stuff

Basset Origami

still alive

been pondering the blog as performance art versus the blog as a place to record thoughts.

Decided to say screw it and blog anyway


Basset hounds. I've been pondering that, too, since I started reading the Pioneer Woman. http://thepioneerwoman.com/

She has one. We have two, and have had a total of three. Bassets are challenging, but utterly rewarding dogs. This morning, Sadie is more of a challenge than a reward. We were out for several hours last night at the George Strait concert, and she's barky and needy today.

Obstinate dog.

Seconds later, she is sound asleep, having achieved her goal of moving her bubba out of her bed and convincing him to give up his rawhide.

Life would be so much simpler if everyone was that easy to please. From screaming harpy to sleeping, drooling contentment in 5.0 seconds