I have been telling you this for years and years and years and years...

http://www.washingtonpost.com/blogs/the-checkup/post/yes-having-a-dog-or-a-cat-really-is-good-for-you/2011/07/11/gIQAoGCjAI_blog.html

...Wait, yes that's right...4 years.. because that's how old I am. It's just that I am so ahead of that curve....how many times do they have to prove me right before non pet owners run out there and apply to adopt a fab rescue so they can save their own lives? Shaking my white curls.

'vie
Non c'e piu sordo di chi non vuole sentire Bahhhhh!

....Feather boa and drama...

Rough summer. Too much. Too hot. Yesterday afternoon I went to Micheal's to find a white feather boa. Mine is hot pink. They were completely out. The woman said they had a run on feather boas starting quite early, just about at opening time. Apparently a bunch of women showed up looked for feather boas and crowns. Imagine that, they raided the bridal department. So, I dragged momma to AC Moore. Same story. Then one of the clerks asked if I was not interested in an oscillating fan. For a second I was flattered...[how does she know I have fans?? She must have seen the hit count on the blog? my fans are diehards, but as far as I know they sit still...] than I understood what she was asking. Strange question in this kind of store...
Sitting in the car with the AC blowing at max and still poaching in my own sweat, I contemplated where to go next to get a white feather boa. Honestly, the pink leaves streaks in my beautiful white curls. Not cool.

So I pulled out the i-pad so I could GURGLE white feather boas and locate a dealer. After a bit of frustration I decided to check my FB account. And there, buried in the notifications, was the explanation for the sudden feather boa scarcity.

Amantine! Of course! Amantine Aurore Dupin, who else could launch a national trend like this! Feather Boas, crowns and oscillating fans. I am shocked she did not throw in bicycle pumps just for an extra hoot. So, all over America there are women wearing feather boas, tiaras, and positioning themselves across from oscillating fans and AC, leaving behind empty yoga mats, quiet cappuccino machines, etc etc. and all because " I am wearing a feather boa & tiara-cuz I"m dramatic like that".    
And there I sat in my car, staring at Gurgle and now understanding the futility of my quest. "Will you settle for a dollar store boa, until we find a feather white boa for you?  Asked momma.
I shook my head no. I am 'lergic" to cheap things. They give me the itches. I need the real stuff.

Amantine, you could have given me a heads up.  And here is the saddest truth. I can't fault her.
You know why I want a white feather boa???? Because... I'm dramatic like that."

'vie

To the Cast and Crew of CHUCK

Sorry NBC.
To the lovely folks at CHUCK.  My Monday nights are now free. I am so very sorry that I have to stop watching you and that I will not see your last season. You are talented folks and deserve the widest audience. But. Your corporate sponsor is a douche bag.  Sorry, I could not think of a nicer word.  And now I gag at the site of Subway and everything associated with it.


If you get a new sponsor, please let us know. We will come back.


'vie

Madison Avenue.... you are actually funny.... at times

 

Don't miss it... CRUELTY FREE

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Can't you just see that poor college student trying to earn a spare 20 bucks... wonder if he spent it all on eye drops.... I am just wondering,

'vie 

Cha cha cha..... side step left, cha cha cha..side step right cha cha cha .

 

Everybody, please, join us into doing the HAPPY DANCE because Miss Tillie, now Lily has found her forever home!!! You know, I needed to get momma to loosen up her rusty hips for this one. I would W40 them myself, but I could not find an oil intake valve.

BUT let's do IT!!!! Cha cha cha.... And to her her new family: "Welcome to the TBFR family." As we are now related, [ I am not kidding about that]  please understand that we hope to see you at the White Hat Luncheons and if you need anything, you should feel free to call any of us . 'cause like I said... WE ARE FAMILY.... oh yea, dance some more.....

CONGRATS Lily, now do your magic and make them completely dependent on you.... xoxoxoxox

'vie 

Pinocchio Tomato

Momma has been too broken to mess around with her garden.  So... her garden has decided to run amok. The mint has officially taken over and we can actually hear it snicker when momma walks out to the patio, the rosemary is entwined with the lemon verbena and we have no idea what they are really doing. And the tomatoes. Well this one was picked and brought in because apparently it is carrying some sort of message.   I chose to call it Pinocchio, but that's because I am a sweet little girl. Others has expressed differing opinions as to what this tomato's message is. I leave it up to you, the reader to read the message....

If the peppers start carrying messages, I think it's time to get the gardener involved, or a priest  for an exorcism or something...

'vie


PS. does anyone have a recipe for a Pinocchio tomato?

The limititations of MONEY

I was half snoozing last night waiting for daddy to come home. I was worried about the drive from DC in rush hour traffic, in the rain. Half of me was literally giddy at the thought of seeing him and the other half of me was worried to death and flogging myself [emotionally that is] for being so selfish that I wanted him home even though I was putting him through the misery of that drive.

Momma must have been going through the same stuff, but her nervous energy is discharged in weird ways. She has this thing where every single appliance we own in engaged in "getting something done". So from the dishwasher, to the washing machine, to the vacuum, everything is going with the TV on the weather channel.   She has to spin herself into full exhaustion.

She left her I pad on open to the IM window,  cell phone at her side, and occasionally she followed Facebook, that is until  what the Vick... that whole conversation was brought up again...

Subway and Nike, really????? GAG ME without a spoon.

Well, this started me thinking. The biggest difference between two leggeds and four leggeds  is that two leggeds are trapped in the belief that money can buy you everything you could possibly want.  Listen up humans, I am now going to spill the beans, punch a hole in your belief system, try and re set your reality... Let's start with the basic. MONEY is nothing but dirty paper. It's value is arbitrarily assigned and while it functions to maintain the economic system  [I know that is arguable, but hey anything that is artificial and has arbitrary value.... is limited ....] OK let me illustrate my point further. What if you woke up one morning and money was no longer the economically accepted trading medium. What if the only things now "worth" something were monopoly pieces. Each piece would now be worth a defined value. Starting with the Scotty dog piece now worth the lowest denomination,  [just because it is not a Bichon]. The top hat would be worth the highest denomination... You get the idea. Imagine that now you would be walking around in pursuit of the mighty top hat.  Get it?  

The point to all this discussion is that money is very limited in what it can buy.  In fact, anything of real value.... money can't buy.

Like, for example.... health,  happiness, self reliance, creativity, peace of mind, generosity, love, patience, a sense of humor, contentment, gratitude, joy, compassion, true friendship, good character, insight, emotional stability, purpose, a loving family, empathy, respect, integrity, self esteem, courage, admiration, time, self fulfillment, charm, wisdom, true love, reputation, doggy treats ,forgiveness, trust...

Think about it... can you ever be happy without any one of those?

So... what the Vick is the point of spending a bunch of money to hire an advertising agency to "clean up" your image and re- invent you, when money can't buy any of the things needed for a new you?  Subway and Nike, now that you have shot yourself in your foot [or footlong] sort of speak, do you think that this serves as atonement for the atrocities committed by your new spokesperson?

Some things that money can't buy... MUST BE EARNED. 

Anyway, this kept my head busy until daddy came home.  And by the way the picture is of my Wendy being kissed, because she has my unconditional love, for now and for ever.  And money could not buy that!

'vie