Oh, bloody hell....

I couldn't think of a good title for this post, so, when it doubt - swear!!

Anyhoo... not much going on out here. I got chased down by some Mormon Missionaries on Sunday. They were on their bikes and we (my dog and I) were heading in opposite directions... about to cross paths. So, I vere off to aviod them when one of the them speeds up and chases me down on his Huffy Bike, undoubtedly a K-MART Blue Light Special. Here's the exchange:

Missionary: Hi, how are you.
Me: Fine
Missionary: We're out spreding the word ....
Me: I'm not interested.
Missionary: But, are you familiar with our message?
Me: I know enough
Missionary: Do you know anyone....
Me: I sure don't

Why do these retards think that chasing me down on their bike is going to make me join their cult? These people need to learn the "Catch more flies with honey" axiom!!

That was exciting fun!! So, I wrecked my car about three weeks ago. Did a good job too. I popped my clutch at a stop light... but apparently, the light was still red. I often say, if more people drove like me there'd be less accidents. But, alas, here I was. I had a smashed up Subaru and the guy in front of me... a 4x4 with a two- or three-inch lift, had a miniscule dent on his bumper. So, $7,500 later, I have a new engine, new front fenders, new hood, new front bumper and a new grill. Only $1,000 shy of totalling my ride!!

I can't complain. It's basically a new car and it runs very well!!

My dog, which if you read my previous posts, you may think I'm a bit obsessive about, is doing well. He's almost a year old, now, and is starting to learn his way. He has developed this habit of snipping at me when he's tired. But, I do it too... so can I really be mad at him. The answer is, "Yes, I can!" I had a pigeon with a broken wing take refuge on my porch for the Memorial Day weekend. That was a bad idea as that was a cool new toy for Premmy (a bird dog, mind you) to bat around. Needless to say, I put an end to that quickly. I don't need my dog cavorting around with the rat of the avian world!!

My girlfriend is doing well. She should be out of the hospital on Thursday. Two years and about four rounds of cancer treatment later.... she as good as new. She deserves a round of applause. Okay, that's enough.

Hidey-ho Neighbor-eeno...

The List...

Below is a list of things that my six-month-old puppy has ruined:

- A military-issue "business card" in Japanese that my grandpa carried around during WWII
- Three (3) coasters
- A calendar
- His first bed
- One blanket
- One (1) pair of glasses

Below is is a list of things that my six-month-old puppy has TRIED to ruin:

- Three (3) Christmas stockings (including his own)
- The pair of glasses I got to replace the ones he ate
- His towel
- My cashmiere scarf
- Shoes
- Socks
- Laundry
- Sunglasses
- His leash
- His fleece jacket
- His collar
- His tags

Back From the Dead

Hello, oh patient world. It's been forever and a day since I updated my blog. I remember when I announced to friends and family that I started a blog... my sister's remark was something to the effect, "Yeah, we'll see how long this lasts before it falls by the wayside."

Well, I was religiously posting three times per week... then once a week... then a couple times per month... and then poof.... I dissapeared.

But, HEY!!! I'm baaaaaaaaaack!!!

Above you should see the newest picture I have of my little pup, Premysl... or Premmy. While he's the epitome of puppy mischeviousness (or Premchevious, as my girlfriend Amy likes to call him), he's, on the whole, a good dog. He finished puppy preschool with the thought that EVERY dog and person is there for his playing enjoyment. We have since gradumated to basic dog obedience class... and that's less about playing and more about learning. It's not as much fun for him at all!! Once he finishes this... the question is... do we go to advanced obedience, acting or agility classes... or do we just let ol' Premmy be a run-of-the mill dog...

Premmy is a newly-crowned "it". He had his first surgery last week to emasculate his male essence. Poor guy. One of my co-workers is pissed that Premmy didn't get to "shoot his bullets." He says that I, "took his bullets and threw them away before he got to fire any of them!" So sad. He also got a micro chip inserted in his scruff... so he can be ID'd if he runs away!! But, that won't happen. He likes me too much, right?

What esle is new.... not a whole lot. I had a good x-mas... am anxious that my girlfriend Amy is about to get out of the hospital... free and clear of that pesky cancer!! Nice work, sweetie!

Thanks to all who sign my comment list... I enjoy reading them... and hopefully, you enjoy reading the mundane occurances that is my life!! =)