A Life Askew

Bumbling Through One Day At A Time

Don’t Think And Drive

Before I get too far, I have to note that after I wrote that post about how much I love my dog, he betrayed me.  He sat up until after midnight whining and crying because he wanted to go bark at some unseen entity lurking in the vicinity.  I mean, I appreciate his eagerness to take a stand against lurking, but after midnight, I don’t care who’s lurking, I just want to go to bed.

Moving right along…

I’ve been driving a lot the last few weeks.  Highway driving.  At least an hour each direction.  And I always forget about my stereo until I’m almost where I’m going.  While I’m driving I think to myself.  I think about things that I should be blogging.  After all, I have an obligation to you all.  I’m sure everyone’s happiness in life is hinged on what I write here.  Which means, my absence could be causing some serious upset in the world.  I think about this while I’m driving.  And I mentally write some FABULOUS blogs while I’m driving, too.  Several of them have been about driving….

But right now, I was thinking about how I really do need to be more dedicated to this blog.  Oddly, people actually like this silliness.  So that is motivating, but more over, no one else wants to listen to my rambling. 🙂

So, I will try, from now on, to come here more often.  I’ll write about- Oh!  Oh! Oh!!  I remember that other thing I wanted to write about!  Ah ha!!

I was thinking, when I set out to write this blog, I envisioned all the blogs I come across for recipes or crafts.  They’re always so put together, and witty, and well, damned crafty really.  And when I tried to do that, well, obviously, I haven’t really tried all that hard.  Occasionally when I’m doing those things I remember 5/8ths of the way through to pull out the camera and then it takes crappy pictures and I give up right there.  I wasn’t doing what I thought I should be on here so I wasn’t writing very often.

And then a couple things happened.  One, a couple of my friends started telling me they were looking forward to my next post and that I needed to write more.  One is just a nice (crazy) friend trying to make me feel good.  More than one, well, maybe there is something to it.  So, then I started stressing about what I would write about.  And that made me not want to post either.  Damnit.  But I was looking for this perfect formula for me.  I felt like every post should be the funniest, wittiest, most awesomest post on the internet.

And then the second thing happened.  I stumbled across a page on Facebook called Insane in the Mom-Brain which led me to her blog: Insane in the Mom-Brain.

Seriously (or not even a little seriously) how could you NOT want to check out a blog like that?

I HIGHLY recommend you check her out.  She’s a very talented writer and one of the most creative people you could follow.  But what I got out of it was that I don’t, actually, have to have some form or recipe for my blogs.  I could, gasps, just write about the nonsense I’ve been writing about.  That people do appreciate the lighter side (less organized) of blogging.  That being me and doing it MY way would actually work out for me.

Who the hell would have thought that?

Anyhizzle, I’m going to put more effort into making this an actual hobby instead of an after thought.  And I wanted to share that with you all.


Why My Dog is My Favorite Kid

By now, if you’re following this nonsensical blog, you know that I have an ornery little girl.

We recently added a large dog to the family.


Goobers, our puppy.

I love my family.  They are all wonderful, from the kid, to the dog, to the Lorax.  But sometimes, well, sometimes my dog is my favorite of the bunch.

He is just so nice!  He loves me!  He never talks back.  He cuddles when I want to cuddle.  He doesn’t leave socks on the floor.

And because I think that everything needs a list of examples, here are a few specific reasons why my dog is my favorite kid.

Kid: I don’t want to eat that!  It’s yucky!    Dog: FOOD!!!!

Kid: No! I don’t want to!   Dog: Woof! *Tail Wags*

Kid: That’s not fair!   Dog: Woof! *Tail Wags*

Kid: But I waaaaaaant it!!!!   Dog: *Puppy Dog Eyes*

To kid: Sit down! Kid: *Wiggle Wiggle*   To dog: Sit!  Dog: *Sits*

Kid: But this isn’t the kind of candy I wanted!   Dog: A treat! Yay! *Tail Wags*

Kid bedtime: Jack-in-the-box up and down, screaming, crying.   Dog bedtime: My feet are warm.

Kid: You’re not my friend anymore!!!   Dog: I’ll always be your friend.

Of course, in the end, they’re both pretty awesome.

Kid: I love you!    Dog: I love you! *Tail Wags*

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