December 28th

WHERE'S THE BANDWAGON?

I need to climb on.

Let me back up a bit. I've been a Charger fan for a very long time. Since they came to San Diego in fact. My father was an Assistant City Attorney at the time, and his signature is on the lease for the Chargers to use Balboa Stadium. As a very young girl I had a serious crush on Lance Allworth. The day that Buffalo picked up Jack Kemp on injured waivers was a sad day for me. (Although many years later his wife baked me a cake, but that's another story.) My brother still has an authentic (as in worn by him) Keith Lincoln jersey. The "kids" got to go to at least one game a year, my parents had season tickets as long as my father still lived here. Even after he got the big time gummit job and moved to DC he still loved his Chargers. He died one year before their first (and so far, only) trip to the Super Bowl. Even when I lived in Los Angeles (during the time that the Raiders were there) I was a lone blue and gold dot in the sea of black and silver.

Anyway, four weeks ago they were as good as done. Toast. Season over, officially in the crapper. Except they started to win, and Denver started to lose.

They're in the playoffs.

So, I am a fan in search of a bandwagon. I hope there's still some room.

December 26th

MERRY CHRISTMAS, HAPPY NEW YEAR AND BAH HUMBUG!

That ought to cover it.

I didn't do anything for Christmas. No stress, no mess. This works for me.

SAY, WHAT?

There was some guy on one of the news programs talking about how to avoid catching nasty bugs during the "cold and flu season." He said to cough into your elbow instead of your hand.

WTF? If I'm coughing that means that I'm already sick, so what good will it do me to cough up a big ol' wad of phlegm onto my clothes? I'm not really inclined to soil my clothing so that someone else doesn't get sick.

December 18th

WHAT'S THAT RACKET?

I'm sitting here at the computer, minding my own business, trying to organize the potential dog adopters who need to be contacted and meetings arranged. Then I hear a noise. And, there it is again. There is quite a ruckus going on over my head. The pitter-patter of little feet running back and forth, and back and forth. Except it's paws, and it's more like a rumble than a pitter-patter. Hoping that it was ON the roof, and not in the attic (I had a nice batch of roof rats at the old house) I went outside with a flashlight to investigate.

Two lovely black cats are having a party on my roof. They aren't fighting, they're just chasing each other all over the place.

At least they didn't cross my path. There aren't any bad omens associated with black cats over your head, are there? I don't need any more bad luck.

December 13th

TIMBER-THE ENFORCER!

This is my current foster dog. Handsome boy, no?

He's a really great house guest. Goes potty outside, sleeps quietly on the dog bed, walks well on a leash and rides nicely in the car. He earned the title of The Enforcer because he doesn't like any trouble. If one of the other dogs starts picking on another one he pushes into the middle and tries to keep the peace.

SNIFF, SNIFF

I woke up with a cold. Scratchy throat, runny nose. I took two doses of a homeopathic remedy, so I'll see how long the crud lasts. I still have the scratchy throat, but I feel fine. Good thing I have an ample supply of chicken soup. We have an adoption event tomorrow, and it's going to be cold. I'll bundle up, wear a hat and gloves and maybe hit Starbucks for some hot chocolate. Hmmm, maybe I should snag some peppermint schnapps. It goes very well with hot chocolate.

I'll report back as to whether or not the remedy made a difference. I used to joke about OTC cold remedies-"That should cure that cold in about ten days!" So, if this lasts fewer than ten days I will consider the remedy a success.

December 7th

THE TWEEKER HOUSE-OVER AND OUT!

Quick recap: The house back in December while Tweeker Dude and Tweeker Dudette were still in residence:

Tweeker House after the Tweeker Family left, without taking their tweeker crap with them:

Slowly things began to go away. First the used-to-be-a-motor-home. Followed by the non-operational vehicle. Then, the cavalry came. At first just a work crew and a big dumpster:

When that proved to be ineffective, they brought in machines:

They filled up at least six of those big dumpster things. And, this is the aftermath of the Reign of Tweekerdum and Tweekerdee:











Yes, there are broken windows. The clean-up crew ripped down the fences to be able to get the mounds of junk out. There is no floor covering. It's a POS.

There is a "For Sale" sign in the yard. We'll see what happens next.