Three weeks until school starts. I suppose the good thing about that is I might have something interesting to complain about again. There go my days of sleeping in until 7:00. The Pony will have to wear clothes instead of pajamas. The #1 son will have to go to bed before 1:00 a.m. and get up before 11:00. HH will have absolutely no adjustments, other than glomming onto my schedule and sneaking a day off whenever the boys and I are off. We hate that.
The local paper ran an article about a city dog pound that is overcrowded. They have a beagle, a dalmation, a poodle, a couple of labs, and a shepherd puppy that need homes. I would like to have that shepherd puppy, but HH says we can't have any more dogs until Grizzly dies. He is 11 now. That's 77 in dog years, you know. Never mind that HH can cart home chickens willy-nilly as doggy snacks. No pup for me.
The people who own the land next to our LandStealer 10 acres on the other side of the barn seem to be building a house. At least they are clearing a road. It won't affect us much, since we let that 10 acres grow up with cedars, with just a path around it for 4-wheeling. HH is all aflutter because he says, "They already have a cabin with electricity and sewer, and now it looks like they're building a house, and they only have 10 acres!" Umm...HH must not understand the concept of 'lots' that people buy for house-building.
The #1 son starts a local basketball camp tomorrow. Good riddance. He is fast becoming a pest in these dog days of vacation. I want to sign him up for The Strictest Parents in the World, but I'm afraid they wouldn't be as strict as HH and me.
Three weeks.
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Geez it just seemed like yesterday you were counting down the days until vacation started. Where has the summer gone??
I was in the devil's playground about a week ago and saw that the school supplies were out, and thought of my fellow teachers. I kinda wish I was going back.
The school year is almost over.
Wait. Is it too early to say that? Or too late?
Chick,
You tell me. Get the Mystery Inc. gang on the case.
Miss Ann,
The Pony and I saw them a couple weeks ago, and you could hear his GASP of disbelief.
We're in limbo right now. August 10 will be the new beginning of the end.
Where'd you go? I've been trying to visit, with no success.
HM, SOme family members found my bitchblog, sh*t hit the fan, and I'm in hiding, trying to figure out a remedy.
Miss Ann,
I kept getting a 404 Not Found error. Then I cleared my cache and you returned. Probably a coincidence. Nothing else was Not Found. Only you.
People who don't like what you say about them don't have to read it. Or they can start their own blog to b*tch about YOU.
Right now, there is still FREE anonymous SPEECH in this country! No thanks to Senator Claire McCaskill, D-Missouri, up for re-election in 2012.
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