As the party goes ...
I've become addicted to a tv show. This wouldn't be such a big deal were it not for the fact that I've avoided putting rabbit ears on my tv because I don't want to have it broadcasting in my house. Yet, here I am addicted to Lost. I thank BlackLodge Video for this. Every time I see the Bad Robot I get very very very upset. It's not suppose to be over. It's not fair. Gimme more. Yep, I turn into a six-year-old brat.
On other news, the puppy Crow, it learning very quickly the rules of the house. Cupid is a different story. I went out for breakfast with Papa this morning and I put the dogs outside. My vet had suggested I tie an empty milk jug on him to keep him from jumping the fence. Guess what ... it didn't work. Instead of freaking out I whistled for him a few times and gave up. He'd show up or not. I'm not in a caring mood at this point. He did finally show up and from now on he get's to go on a chain. Thankfully my father has a viable and free answer, (unlike the $350 electric fence we installed that doesn't work worth a damn.) He has all the supplies to make a runner, so there you go. I hate tying him up, but I hate the idea of him getting run over much more.
One last thing, I have about eight inches around to go and I'm finally done with my grandmother's x-mas present. The pattern SAYS it's suppose to be 11" in diameter. In reality it measures at 24". Hey, that's just more impressive, right? It only took three weeks to make. Only. I'm gonna lay down and pretend I have a headache so no one will bug me for a while.
I've become addicted to a tv show. This wouldn't be such a big deal were it not for the fact that I've avoided putting rabbit ears on my tv because I don't want to have it broadcasting in my house. Yet, here I am addicted to Lost. I thank BlackLodge Video for this. Every time I see the Bad Robot I get very very very upset. It's not suppose to be over. It's not fair. Gimme more. Yep, I turn into a six-year-old brat.
On other news, the puppy Crow, it learning very quickly the rules of the house. Cupid is a different story. I went out for breakfast with Papa this morning and I put the dogs outside. My vet had suggested I tie an empty milk jug on him to keep him from jumping the fence. Guess what ... it didn't work. Instead of freaking out I whistled for him a few times and gave up. He'd show up or not. I'm not in a caring mood at this point. He did finally show up and from now on he get's to go on a chain. Thankfully my father has a viable and free answer, (unlike the $350 electric fence we installed that doesn't work worth a damn.) He has all the supplies to make a runner, so there you go. I hate tying him up, but I hate the idea of him getting run over much more.
One last thing, I have about eight inches around to go and I'm finally done with my grandmother's x-mas present. The pattern SAYS it's suppose to be 11" in diameter. In reality it measures at 24". Hey, that's just more impressive, right? It only took three weeks to make. Only. I'm gonna lay down and pretend I have a headache so no one will bug me for a while.
i still need to meet your puppy.... what is your work shed-wal, like?