Don't forget the dog factor.
Dead Moth, Gold Spray Paint, Hungry Dog, leave at least one of these out of the equation. (And if you leave out the dead moth it is the most interesting IMHO.)
Vet told me to put Skinny Sage on a diet so now I can't leave dry food out for her, so naturally she is always starving and looking at me to put food down for her. I don't like it and her sides are all sucked in now, yet she is getting the gaunt supermodel dog face that will attract the perfect mate; too bad she's spayed and the dude wouldn't care anyway as long as she smells right. That's her situation.
My situation was that I found a dead moth, beautiful one, dried and ready to turn to dust tomorrow in the shed. What to do with it? No trash. Back to Earth, that would have been good. Create art? Seemed like a good idea at the time. Alas, good Nature was against me, for a higher cause.
Step 1: So I get the bug on a piece of paper after confirming that the thing doesn't have a twitch of life left in it.
Step 2: Place it in a spot where the gold paint won't get on the patio, firepit, bench, etc.
Step 3: Ready the gold spray paint; hot out & paint stored in shed so shake can (with glass marble inside btw, know dat) carefully first, then more vigorously. Pry off cap, return to bug.
Step 4: Paint Moth. Where is Moth?!! Dog looking at paper on ground with a portion of wing hanging out of jowls.
Step 5: Wipe dog jowls and decide that it was really a better use of Moth than what otherwise could have been.
Dog didn't eat the grape stems that I painted gold a month ago, which landed me with my gay boyfriend. And I can't do that. I'm open minded, and he's the handsomest eager thing ever, but can I always have that doubt/knowledge. No. So we're done. And ughhh, the voice, everything, so endearing. Yet if I'm wondering who's wearing the heels tonight, just gotta say no to that stuff. Or not even that. Just if he likes guys better than me, I don't want to be second in a primary relationship.
Man, if you're married, stay married. If you found someone that you can live with, live with them! It's a bunch of risk taking crazies out on the dating scene for 46 year olds, fun, risky, stoopid...
Hey Stoopid Sept 5th! Didn't even bother to get 2nd ticket this year, I go nuts, can't even talk to friend or drink a beer because down in the pit getting Stoopid dancing. Ordered new album & Tee, yeah a Stoopid geek, me a be a me. Just the way it is.
And oh yeah! this brings up my next daily rant, or rant du jour (impressive foreign language use, i also know Viele Grusse, Best Regards but it has the way cool German S8 looking thing, nice):
Anyway, when I am presenting to my group (peers) or to SVPs is there any reason to be more professional? I say no. If I am leading a meeting with my peers it is the same as leading a meeting with SVPs. SVPs have gotten so much more hip and team spirited. And when your LEADING a meeting, you step up, no matter who. Am I wrong? Need to know B4 8/11.
ok, exhausted. One of the Littles, Tweens, went to Dr. without pants on (Costco boxers), he's 11, and without shoes today, acting casual until nurse dropped platter and he got called on barefoot! They serviced him, and that's the call i just heard about... :)
Moxation Live!
What I thought was going to calm for work... by now! Has turned into Sept. We'll see.
