April 9, 2011 - Courage My Love

Not a bad day, all in all. Did the gardening, the shopping and tada!! the computer was ready so I went and got that. Works like a hot damn now, not much wrong with it, I have so many pictures on it (more than 15000) so I had to get a little bigger memory. Also upgraded the OS to snow leopard. Damage was minimal to my pocket book.

Kim dropped in this am with the girls, girls being Sidney and Morgan, the two most disgustingly spoiled dogs I have ever had the pleasure of meeting. Kim and Wayne treat them like children, probably better than children. Kim buys two turkeys and 10 lbs of fresh ground buffalo meat every week and makes their meals daily, fresh veg, rice and meat, either raw or stewed.

Who the hell am I to point this out. Andrea feeds that fucking chihuahua a raw diet. Fresh ground chicken, fish, veg and fruit. Little heathen, that dog will eat so much her belly distends and now she has multiple cleavages. If I ever open a restaurant I will call it "The Exploding Chihuahua" in honour of the fact that the fuckers will eat until they explode and if that doesn't work, then there is always John's solution, two minutes in the nuker. And God forbid we run out of the fresh food, the little immigrant walks around the house giving us the "old stink eye" and mutters under her breath "you anglos are such assholes, I weel keel you".

Anyway, we have a bit of a shot gun house, so we opened the front and back doors and let them run in and out for a couple of hours. They loved it.  The yard is fenced so no fears about the great escape. Morgan dug up a disgusting bone and laid in the grass and mauled it. Daisy was pissed, because she had buried it, and Sidney just sat there and watched them. Tequila sat on the fringes of the pack as she is oft to do, probably afraid that one of the big goofs might step on her.

The adults made coffee, and Kim brought some wicked wicked cake. An absolutely erotic carrot cake, so rich, so decadent, I wanted to find Mark Mckuen, rub it all over him and spend about three hours licking it off. And then there was the chocolate fudge cake,  sure made the decision about what for supper pretty easy. After all, as Bill Cosby liked to say, chocolate cake has all the food groups in it - what's the problem??

I had a big think today about knowledge and how the internet has changed what we know, and how fast we know it. I had to take Latin in school (WTF - why for crying out loud) and although I like that it is something slightly arcane in my reportoire, it serves no real purpose. No one needs to learn it anymore, it's on the internet with full translators. Same with history, why bother, it's all there. Today we were watching Troy and I was surprised that Andrea's whole idea of it came from the movie. She thought it was a battle between the Romans and the Greeks (after Jesus was born) and did not understand the concept of "gods" in Greek mythology. She was so fucked up, but I got her on the internet to a really good site and let her go over it. It may even propel her to pick up a book, who knew it was the same gene pool?

And then I got on the topic of cops, that deserves a whole post. Man, what a bunch of testosterone laden dummies. They tasered an 11 year old boy today. That is seriously fucked up.

anyway, gotta go, but cake, chocolate cake especially, takes courage my lovel