Pookatally

Pooka is a WMD. Yes, she could destroy an entire continent, if she so desired. Can dogs laugh? If so, Pooka was laughing her freakish little canine head off at me last night.

I put her in the kennel before I left for work. I came home from work. The kennel was empty and Pooka was at the door to greet me wearing the proverbial "shit-eating" grin under her Dobby-like ears.

Beyond her, the living room was in shambles. There were books everywhere in various stages of being devoured. There was an egg carton minus its eggs. There were letters and cds and cooking utensils and coasters and even a chocolate dessert that I had tucked safely away ON TOP OF THE FRIDGE.

No, she is not just hungry. There was a 20 lb. bag of dogfood in the kitchen that was completely untouched. This isn't about having the munchies; it's about establishing who's in control. Pooka wants to be the Big Kahuna.

Now, I am a patient sort; in fact, I would imagine I've endured a tad bit more from Pooka than most people would from a dog. I've had her for 4 months, and someone should warn Pooka that I am on my very last thread of patience.

If Pooka has another go at testing me, the next blog I write will be titled The Last Laugh.

Blinded by the Light...

Mama always told me not to look into the eye's of the sun
But mama, that's where the fun is...

Oh, God I love life's little thought-provoking moments! I was driving to work thinking about an episode of Father Ted I'd recently seen, when I looked up and there, about a hundred feet up and swinging from the end of an enormous crane were three honey buckets. All I could think was, "Hope they are empty!" :)

Pooka is still alive. This amazes me. To date, she has eaten:

A book (hardback)
Several tea candles
Some pinecones and a basket
A CD AND its plastic case (thankfully, not Rufus Wainwright)
Some soap
A pin cushion WITH THE PINS STILL IN IT
A plastic Santa - she is now on his "naughty" list
All the blinds in the living room and the strings that raised and lowered them
3 out of 5 window screens in the living room
2 pounds of fudge
A cow femur - a.k.a. "the dinosaur bone"
My cell phone and case

I'm ok with her eating the dinosaur bone; not so much the other stuff, though. The other day she dug a hole in the front yard. There was no pile of displaced dirt because she ate the dirt. Then she carefully placed two river rocks in the hole. Like I wouldn't notice the difference between a river rock and green grass...

And she has the audacity to look at me with reproach when I put her in the kennel now before going to work. Poor Pooka, oh doesn't the whole world feel sorry for you? NOT!

Can you imagine?

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The Real Me

'Twas a very good night, as I recall; we started out with the intention of salsa dancing. However, the club we were at was a bit confusing - two types of music within earshot of each other. Hm, no.

So we took our fancy salsa dresses and hiked the four blocks to where love waited in the wings - literally. A certain someone was waiting for a certain someone else.

I don't have any idea who the woman man-handling me is in this pic, but the bloke was attempting to drink 10 shots of Grey Goose to prove his undying love for me and also that he could drink any man or woman under the table. He tossed the first one back, went into a violent choking spasm, and never actually made it to #2. He claims it went down his windpipe. Yeah, right.

So, he went for a smoke, cuz that feels a whole lot better going down your windpipe. No worries, I went off to dance. What can I say? When there is music on, I am easily side-tracked. Oh, and he had no rhythm :)

Trinity is getting a little crowded, so I'm up for suggestions on other places to go. Tried Heaven, was not impressed, although we had fun enough. I went there with the fairest angel (appropo, no? Angel, Heaven...) and Haden. Haden is Handsome with a capital H, and Angels 3 and 4 are both head-over-heels in love with everything about Haden, as well they should be. We've known Haden since he was in diapers - he was cute then, too.

Haden is my friend Heidi's son. Haden doesn't know that his mother used to dance the way I do now. Haden is in for a shock if I ever get his mom back out on the floor. Heidi makes my pole dancing look tame.

I guess I need more practice!