August 19, 2007
Adorable Pit Bulls!
This
nice doggie site is wonderful. It doesn't just include examples of media bias and reflections on how to combat Breed-Specific Legislation (BSL); it also has lots of pretty pictures of lovable Pit Bulls.
Since yesterday was the day of the Big Nonprofit Meeting, I stayed over at my mom's place on Friday night. I usually ask her to take the dog in with her at night and close the door, so I don't have to worry about putting all my gear and books and purse and jewelry up/out of reach.
But the other night the puppy sounded like she wasn't settling down quite yet, so I went in and brought her back out to the hall. My mother got up later to get her midnight snack and found us curled up together on the rug. Apparently, I didn't wake up when the mom raided the refrigerator, but she checked the dog bowl and got out some dry food. I hear that was too much for Mandy, who had to desert me so she could go into the kitchen and show my mother what a good dog she was. There is, as I understand it, genuine magic in the sound of a dog-food canister.
So I woke up alone and went back to bed—which means the back couch in the family room at my mom's.
In the morning my mother came back out, and the dog with her. Mandy jumped onto the end of the couch, and curled up there at my feet while my mother made breakfast.
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It just feels wrong not for there to be a comment.
Good girl, Mandy!
Posted by: Darrell at August 21, 2007 07:57 PM (unf+Y)
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August 02, 2007
Everyone Draws the Line Somewhere.
My mother doesn't mind my keeping beer in her fridge, or a bottle of vodka in her closet.
She refuses to let me leave Cheerios there, however.
Of course, what she doesn't know can't possibly hurt her. (Unless she finds it, in which case I'll simply disavow. And, yes—that is, in fact, a word, though one wonders how much currency it enjoyed before the 1960s.)
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Multigrain, I hope. . .
Posted by: Darrell at August 02, 2007 08:19 PM (1qZqZ)
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I will probably regret being weak-minded enough to ask this, but WHY won't your mama let you leave Cherio's in the closet?
Posted by: RWB at August 03, 2007 12:31 PM (4j8Ry)
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Darrell: You Midwesterners are such
hippies.
RWB: She's obese and diabetic, and feels that certain high-carb foods are too tempting to keep in the house. Most of the time she's able to keep her diet in balance, but when she decides to go on a "food binge," she's capable of putting quite a lot away . . . so, she just doesn't have stuff around that she doesn't want to eat.
I don't get it: most of the time, food bores me after a few bites.
Posted by: Attila Girl at August 03, 2007 01:22 PM (VgDLl)
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To me they just taste better! Like making Cream of Wheat with lumps.
This comment should release yours from Limbo.
Posted by: Darrell at August 03, 2007 06:28 PM (VE5d0)
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If it makes you feel better, the system rejects my comments, too. I'm discriminated against
because it's my blog.
Posted by: Attila Girl at August 03, 2007 09:27 PM (e3i3e)
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That reason for the Cheerio ban makes sense. Not at all what I expected!
Posted by: RWB at August 04, 2007 03:40 AM (4j8Ry)
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The reasons always make sense. Start there and you will never be surprised or disappointed. It's all about the journey, you know . . .
Posted by: Darrell at August 04, 2007 08:34 AM (H/9dk)
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