Gone camping. Check you later.

How great is this mid-May blast of winter? OK, so it's not exactly winter, but I think it's supposed to be 49 degrees tomorrow morning and that's not exactly summer. I love it. There's nothing like a month or so of warm weather, even the delightful spring weather we have been having, to make me realize how much I truly love winter. Sometimes I get a glimpse of it on overcast rainy days- it's why I love them- when the AC is blasting, and it's cold inside, and it looks cold outside, and maybe someone is heating up some apple cider in the breakroom at work, and just for a second if you close your eyes, it's winter again. It was like that tonight. On the way home I listened to the book on tape that I finally remembered to put in my car (I think I checked it out from the library in March, thank goodness for online renewal.) It's the Breathing Method, by Stephen King. When I started listening to it I realized that I read it before, a long time ago. But that's OK. It's a whole different thing having it read to you. So the narrator is Frank Muller, who has this delicious rich voice, he kinda sounds like the guy on the Boars Head Ham commercial that they play at the holidays. Do you know that guy? I love him, he makes everything sound sooo good. I wish he was my personal narrator, following me around. "And then Melissa, although she was exhausted from her day at the firm, and the harrowing commute home, pulled off a gourmet meal in record time..." Anyway, so this Muller guy just has this great voice, and one of those accents that almost sounds British, but not quite. I'm driving and listening and I have my window cracked just a tad to let the cool air in. The story is set in December in NYC, and it's about these old men that have this club that meets once a week. They sit around a fireplace "big enough to roast an ox", sip brandy and wine and tell stories. So Muller is reading to me about the winter wind whipping down the streets as the character braces himself against the cold, and he's talking about the cold cutting through to the bone, and the snow, and the cab whipping through the city in the frigid night. And it makes me happy! I just don't understand when people don't love winter! Food tastes better. Pot roast, apple pie, chili. mmmmm Things smell better. Have you ever noticed how good cologne smells in the winter? Things are cozy. How great is that first day it's cool enough to wear jeans, or a sweatshirt? And boots. Oh, don't you just love boots? Fireplaces. Popcorn. Caramel apples. Coffee! Cuddling up with a book. Scary movies. Cuddling up with your other half. It's all better in the winter. At least it is for woo. :)

Sandimous and Woo

I am not sure what to think about all of this. This is very interesting to say the least. I am sorry it took me a few days to look at your blog. I was really missing out (no sarcasm intended). Although, I don' t see any mention of me in your profile or with your pictures and I am not sure how to take that. I mean, Chelsea was my dog too at one time! And that picture from NewYork was taken with me sitting right next to you. Under you likes and hobbies there is no mention of me. I mean, seriously, it needs some work! It is like I don't even exist in the world according to Woo. Well, I will change that, I will post messages and pictures of me so that everyone knows I am a part of the Woo World too.

Wow....it is fun to rant like a crazy person without regard! But....I guess you already know that. I also didn't see rapping under your hobbies. Maybe it is there and I missed it, but you are the first white female para "legal" rapper that I know and I think that is a significant hobby of yours. What can we rant about.....Here's a topic...the holy roman empire...it was neither holy...nor roman...nor an empire...discuss (tribute to Mike Myers and SNL). Seriously, post a topic (other than David Blaine) and let's blog!

Good Day

OK, so can't post a pic of one and not the other...This is Bailey. And this picture isn't funny...I just like it. We were on our way back from camping and she kept sticking her head between the seats, not wanting to miss anything, even though she was so sleepy she could barely keep her eyes open. Bailey loves everyone and everything - except vacuum cleaners. She's good natured and pretty comical, and really just a lot of fun to have around.

K, you're right. This blog lacks focus. This blog has no theme, no motif, no subject. And I still have not figured out what to say. So I think I will just post funny pictures of my dogs. It's my blog, I can do what I want, right? For some reason this picture of Chelsea cracks me up. It's pretty crazy, too, that it was taken in our tent in complete darkness with the night setting on. I am always amazed when that works. So, here ya go world. Meet my neurotic Papillon Chelsea. She hates men, other dogs, cats, toys, bones, rain, vets, and most of all my husband. She loves sleeping, food, riding in the car, going for walks, and following me everywhere. She rides in the basket on my bike, she climbs in my suitcase, my purse, my backpack. She's crazy as a loon. We make a nice pair.

I mean, what is wrong with this David Blaine? He's floating around in his own urine hallucinating and watching his skin turn white and fall off? And then he was going to try to hold his breath for 9 minutes I think it was? Can't brain damage start in as little as 5 minutes without oxygen? Obviuosly he has already been practicing. I mean, who cares? And stupid TV interviewing him, and acting like it's really something, televising the whole stunt. Come on, admit it, don't you wish that he would have just passed out, just for a minute, and they would have had to pop the bubble and let him ooze out onto the pavement? Don't lie, you know you do.

Well, isn't this blogging stressful? Or maybe I just need to relax. When did I get so uptight? As soon as I got up this morning (pushing snooze a remarkable one time) I thought...did anyone read it? Are there nasty comments? Like, "Excuse me, but you seem to ask a lot of dumb questions" Or maybe someone making fun of my movie choices, "Anchorman is so dumb. It is two hours of my life I wish I could get back. I detest that silly Will Ferrell." Or, "Did you take that picture of yourself?" (Why yes, yes I did.) But good news, I guess. No comments. So, either no one stumbled across my blog in the 6 hours that I was sleeping, or no one felt moved enough to say anything. Note to self: don't stress over blog. Blog is supposed to be fun.

Well, here it is. After much talk about how I like to read blogs, and it would be nice to have a blog, and wonder how you set up a blog...ta da. Now...what do I say? Have not given that too much thought... I think I was operating under the assumption that if I actually had a blog, that the minute I sat down to it I would suddenly have an arsenal of witticisms, funny anecdotes, intelligent observations, even insightful rants.... Uh, not so much. At least not yet. I'm not that great at small talk. Well, that's not true....small talk I can do, because I'm just naturally curious. I can question a poor soul to death. I ask questions all the time...questions that people can't, or don't want to answer. When I watch movies, I'll constantly ask questions. "Why is he doing that? Why did he go in there? Does he know she is lying?" Without fail, the person with me always says, "I don't know! I started watching it when you did!!" I know they don't have the answer. The question just has to be asked. Or here's one, do pigeons ever get dizzy? I mean, have you ever really watched a pigeon? Back and forth and up and down and back and forth and up and down...I feel a little dizzy just thinking about it. Or, what kind of voice do you think your dog would have if he/she could talk? (I am quite certain that my crazy crazy Papillon would sound just like speedy Gonzalez, and my big loping Lab like Goofy.) And it's not that I expect anyone to answer these questions when I ask, it's just fun to wonder out loud. But I don't suppose I can fill up my blog with questions. Who would read them? Who will ever read this at all, besides my friend K who has a newfound obsession with blogs? Who are you out there?