The search begins: or "how i truly lost my ever lovin mind"

well the move is over, and we have ahd a couple of weeks to settle in nicely, thers still an ass-load of unpacking to do, tasks to complete though etc...

funny thing is, before we ever moved in i had a list of round 15 things or so that needed to be fixed, it was so nice to move in and find out the water heater was fricking dead... now i was checking that list out earlier today (after completing like 14 of the "immediate fix" things) and much to my surprise there are now about 25 things on it... WTF???? i mean i added like 2 things... but where did the hell did the rest of this shit come from??
looks like the damn honey-do elves have been visiting... hmmm seriously gotta get one of those electric powered flyswatters now!

most surprising of all... the newest addition to the list

#26 obtain puppy for jr.

now i am totally down with that! (bout time something broke my way) so the search begins1

we had been talking about this for a while now, and had been trying to figure a breed out... i say saint bernard.. she says chihuahua (i don't believe our tastes can be much further apart on the size scale).. while we ar talking bout this, jr comes in and says.. can i "keep the kitty???" i damn near had a heart attack, and immediately said "OHHELLNO!!!" until i found out he was talking about a dammned stuffed toy he found in the clean laundry. (ohh yeah seriously allergic to cats... last time i told the wife that i would think about her having a cat.. i said it through a face that had swollen to elephant-man like proportions......"fTThhtcctthhh cccaaattthhhh mmmmmbeeeeee")

so now we have an appointment to go look a t a lab/mix puppy on thurs. maybe we will add a new "canine american" to our clan this week... wish us luck... pretty sure that jr's gonna see and try to smother it to death right away.....


....... WITH LOVE you evil minded freaks!

peace
-dawg

thar be a storm brewin, captain!!

first off, let me apologize for not posting in a couple of weeks. the incipient move (sounds like i am talking about hemmorhoids huh?? .. ummmm wait a sec.....) has been my primary focus for a while, and has absorbed a great deal of my time and attention.
now that the move is literally a couple of days away, an odd sense of relief has set in (strange, considering that i am getting ready to take my ENTIRE LIFE and stick it in a small truck and drive away with it).

still there is a niggling sense that something just aint right.
sort of like in the movies, when the grizzled ol bosun looks at his captain, grimly points at the horizon and says "thar be a storm brewin, captain!!". ya know sunny skies with just a hint of threatning grey at the edge of the horizon.

it came to me yesterday, as i was going over the moving "plan of attack" with the wife (basically watch the kid and stay the hell out of the way). one of the last things on my list prior to actually loading the truck is pack xaviers' toys and then the tv/vsmile (OMFG this is gonna hurt!!)
the mutant is actually going to have to do without tv/games or toys for 2 or 3 whole hours. crapcrapcrapcrap! he is NOT going to be happy (and boy is he going to let us know for every horrible second of that deprivation).

thinking further about that..... i'd rather have elephant-sized hemmorhoids!!
peace
-dawg