I mean, it's not that I'm UNhappy, it's just interesting how several people have commented on how happy I seem in my BLOG entries. Well, yeah!! I would never post ugly pictures, first of all, I have to look positively glowing in each one (okay, maybe a slight exaggeration) and second of all, I save the real drama for Mom, Marti, Kelly & Rich (and any of you who happen to be calling at the time of my meltdowns, or almost melt-downs). I want to, of course, be as happy as I can and I try really hard! But boy, sometimes I am sure the sky is falling...luckily, I don't post those days. Though maybe I should. Maybe I'm not a true "blogger" if I don't post the bad stuff. But then I never said I was a blogger, only that I warranted my very own site (read: sarcasm).
Anyway, let's see if there's anything of value to post. No. But I will post some worthless things instead. Rich and I saw Borat...it's funny but you're fine if you wait until DVD, it's not something you need to see on the big screen (unlike Jackass 2).
Plans for Thanksgiving are simple yet peaceful (hopefully). Mom, Kelly, Rich and I will have dinner together. 3/4 of us are vegetarian (and Mom is much of the time) so we ordered special meals from this awesome local vegetarian restaurant - complete with cranberries! So we'll pick those up the day before and they will hopefully reheat well. Maybe a game of Hearts or Trivial Pursuit will follow, we will see! We might put up the tree. While it's early (for us), we will only enjoy it for a few weeks as we'll be out of town for Christmas...
Christmas plans still include a trip to Texas. We're debating on whether to get a tree and decorations. Mom's new house has very high vaulted ceilings and windows all around and a tree would be just beautiful. So the plan is to do it. Looking forward to seeing Dad, it's been about...a year! I'm so glad he can join us in TexAs.
Abby's got dandruff. Well, she just has very dry skin. And on her black coat, it shows. But luckily, you really only notice it when you brush her, which is once a year (and that fell on tonight, which is why I thought of it). While I am gaga about my dog, she sure does NOT like to be man-handled in any way. Even pulling her towards me stiffens her body, even without an evil hairbrush in my hand. A friend's friend had to put her dog down this past week and it's so sad. Even my dental hygienist had a sad dog-dying story to tell (as I passively laid there using my eyes to show my deep sympathy) and it just makes me sad. I know dogs can't live as long as we (hopefully) will, but when your dog is part of your family...I don't know, just made me think about losing Abby. But hopefully she has a long life ahead of her (she's 6-7 years old now). Let's all take a moment to visualize her living to ripe old (but not smelly ripe) 15. Yay!
