I mentioned Klondike when I wrote about Kiska. While he may be a little self conscience about being left out, he is not nearly as much of a brat as Kiska. However, he is an expert begger. You don't realize he's begging until it's too late.
His freindliness is often lost on others becuase he is very fluffy (that makes him look a lot bigger than he really is) and the fact that he doesn't like the doorbell. During Halloween, he makes our house the scariest on the block. Even though once he meets, you he just wants to sniff and follow you where ever you go. Not to mention, he is some what of a scardy cat.
Sunday, April 10, 2005
Friday, April 08, 2005
It's Finally Over
I cannot even begin to describe how bad and long this week was. Yet at the same time, there has been some really good news. (I will elaborate later, I can't say anything right now)
Anyway, I was so exhausted I could not remember for the life of me that my girlfriend told me that she is working tonight. I asked her 4 different times in the same evening (I think she was getting a little upset at me, too) Thankfully, this week is over and I can hopefully get a little rest this weekend. Next week should be better.
Anyway, I was so exhausted I could not remember for the life of me that my girlfriend told me that she is working tonight. I asked her 4 different times in the same evening (I think she was getting a little upset at me, too) Thankfully, this week is over and I can hopefully get a little rest this weekend. Next week should be better.
Tuesday, April 05, 2005
Guard Dog?
Here is a pitcure of one my dogs, Kiska. She may look cute and innocent, However, nothing could be farther from the truth.
Whenever she wants attention she makes sure she gets it even if it means biting and howling. Her favorite hobby is carrying her cookie around and making sure that Klondike (my other dog) sees that she still has hers.
Whenever she wants attention she makes sure she gets it even if it means biting and howling. Her favorite hobby is carrying her cookie around and making sure that Klondike (my other dog) sees that she still has hers.
Monday, April 04, 2005
On The Lookout
Whenever someone realizes how I drive home from work, they either think I am crazy to drive the distance or think my drive is the one of most boring drives ever. Sometimes they think both.
However, My drive is actually very interesting. I tell people that my drive is actually very easy compared to most city driving. All I have to worry about is truckers and cows on my drive. There was once I was actually stopped by a traffic jam, I mean, a herd of sheep.
It can be fun to watch what is going on one my commute. Plenty of wildlife and farmlife.
However, My drive is actually very interesting. I tell people that my drive is actually very easy compared to most city driving. All I have to worry about is truckers and cows on my drive. There was once I was actually stopped by a traffic jam, I mean, a herd of sheep.
It can be fun to watch what is going on one my commute. Plenty of wildlife and farmlife.
Friday, April 01, 2005
(fill in the blank)
It would just be like me to show up on this foolish day and proclain to the world, or at least anyone who stumbles across this site, something amazing or fantastic or just plain believable.
I guess there are plenty of possiblities. There is the alien I caught trying to steal my mocha. Or the dog I rescued only to discover she was pregnant and had a pup with two heads (if it had one more head I might have called it fluffy). In fact, just this last week I turned on my radio to hear a message from Elvis proclaiming the movie that is coming out about him is all lies and I need to protest in front of the studios. Some of you may have also heard about the french fry that was an exact replica of the empire state building.
Unfortunately, I do not have anything extraordinary to bring to you. Not even a picture of my dad and his two clones (which appears to be more true than you think). Instead, I will say this peice of wisdom:
Blessed are they who can laugh at themselves for they shall never cease to be amused.
I guess there are plenty of possiblities. There is the alien I caught trying to steal my mocha. Or the dog I rescued only to discover she was pregnant and had a pup with two heads (if it had one more head I might have called it fluffy). In fact, just this last week I turned on my radio to hear a message from Elvis proclaiming the movie that is coming out about him is all lies and I need to protest in front of the studios. Some of you may have also heard about the french fry that was an exact replica of the empire state building.
Unfortunately, I do not have anything extraordinary to bring to you. Not even a picture of my dad and his two clones (which appears to be more true than you think). Instead, I will say this peice of wisdom:
Blessed are they who can laugh at themselves for they shall never cease to be amused.
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