Fuck It. I Lied.

Yeah...so um well there ya have it. I thought I was going to start posting again and being functional and full of vigor and that certainly didn't happen. I'm hoping after having a decent day today, and partially decent day yesterday that I am going to feel better-ish for a while. You see, this whole global warming thing that doesn't exist and the weather is perfectly normal and la la la? My body says FUCK YOU George W. Bush, because the 90 degree one day and cold, miserable rain the next is not normal, even by California standards. The weather is fucked and therefore my body is also fucked. Not in the fun, wow there's a penis inside me way, but in the I'm still in bed way. Alone, in the middle of the afternoon, in pain. Then there's the migraines that are slamming my ass even more frequently than usual. Migraines mean I cannot blog, because I can't fucking READ the computer screen. And yes, I actually read what I write. Sometimes. So, enjoying the bitch fest yet? How about something mildly amusing? With pictures? And furry animals? Come on, you know you want it!

Here's Reina:See the line the red arrow is pointing to? That's where the great room ends and the hallway begins in our new home. It also marks the line that the dogs cannot cross. There used to be a gate at the line, but the dogs (Fred and Rusty) are now trained not to cross the line. So where does Reina like to hang out? Right at the line. Occasionally she will saunter into the great room just to prove that she IS the queen of the world. The dogs want to touch her and sniff her and lick her but are generally fucking TERRIFIED of Reina. She spits and hisses, their tails go between their legs. They are cowardly dogs. Meet Fred and Rusty:

Rusty is a Rhodesian Ridgeback and Fred is a Bernese Mountain Dog. For those of you that are not familiar with these breeds, let's just say that they are HUGE. Fred and Rusty are both just over a year old, and they probably weigh 100lbs each. Rhodesian Ridgebacks are historically lion hunters. Lions, people. And this lion hunter? Scared of Reina. Reina the fierce kitten. My favorite pastime of late has been putting Reina on the hardwood floor about six feet from the "line" on her side, and sliding her towards the line as fast as I can. Her body crosses the line and the dogs scramble for cover. It really never gets old. I'll video it one of these days and post it for your enjoyment.

Oh, and one other small bit of news? Teddy Bear and I set a date for the wedding. May 12, 2007.

Note: Anna, keep yer knickers on, I will recover from moving madness and you WILL see me. Whether you like it or not.