They didn't even have gravy...

You may have missed that I spent a few weeks in Turkey. Right before the PKK events of late and the earthquake in the town of Van. I stayed in that town. Please send up a prayer for those people. The one thing that I always come back with is that wherever you go, people are just people.

We're travelers, not tourists. We go down the back roads and buy from old ladies selling dirty grapes. Sat with the men drinking tea in the middle of the day. We drank a lot of tea. We shook so many hands, that I started calling my uncle, The Senator.

I missed my new puppy, who is still very much so. And everywhere I looked, there she was! We thought she was a pure bred Tennessee Brown Dog, but no. She may not be a pure bred Turkish Kangal or Anatolian Shepherd. But she is certainly related. She's just not as tired from herding sheep all day. She's more of a "catch rain in my snoot" kind of girl.

I have lots of stories that I'm itching to tell. And little time to tell them. But I did want to pop in and say hello, is it me you're looking for?

The New Addition

With great sadness, we had to let our Trace Jeanell go to the Rainbow bridge about 10 days ago. The next day, Isaac was grief striken. He would barely look at me. I knew what had to be done.

We three piled into the car and headed to the places around here that have puppies. Cute, fuzzy butted ones. The first place only had big puppies. We wanted a little one.

The second place was loud. One lady pointed at Isaac, nearly scaring him to death that she was going to take him with her.

Then we saw her. She was asleep and seemed so gentle and laid back. Not at all like her yelping, biting and crazy wild sister.

Taylor Rene is a liar.

Mardi Gras Did It or Maybe It Wasn't Her Fault

The first task on my new assistant's "to do" list was to find a contractor in Louisiana. Today it finally dawned on me why she can't find anyone that can think straight for five minutes.

Mardi Gras.

I may have been too hard on her. Her desk was a hot mess yesterday, but this morning everything was filed and in folders. Perhaps she's one of those people that works in disarray. I'm giving her until Friday and then I'll make a decision. (AKA: Cheeky Monkey and Lynette are probably right.)

Dana, I'd hire you in a hot second. But the commute will suck.

I Need A Crystal Ball

So, I hired the woman. One week in and she's screwed up more than I could possibly have imagined. And I know one week isn't long, but what I asked her to do wasn't that complicated.

Instead of helping me, she ended up creating fires that I had to put out.

Do I fire her now or do I give her more time to acclimate?

Man v. Woman

Monday morning, I'm hiring my first underling. Assistant, I mean. We've finally gotten to the point where the five of us can no longer handle everything that goes on. And frankly, I'm everybody's bitch.

Looks like they've noticed that I'm going to need my own bitch. RLL's bitch.

I have two candidates that have made it through to interview with me. One man. One woman. Both equally qualified.

Monday, I'll interview them and pick a favorite. Thing is, I have no idea how to choose unless I ask a bunch of weird questions and find out who is more detail oriented, loves Chinese food and is willing to work 24/7. Because last night as I was brushing my teeth before bed, my cell buzzed and I came down to my computer to put out a fire.

Here's hoping next time, I have my own bitch to catch the fireballs for me!

Stubble and Gonads

I have a buddy at work. She's a tad younger, straight and quite the hottie. She's NEVER kissed a girl, despite my objections to this oversight on her part. I think you should try everything once...maybe twice, just to be sure.

How do you know you don't like kissing women if you've never kissed one?

That's when she asked, "Why don't you like kissing men?"

Frankly, I haven't kissed one in a while, so I had to remember. And then it hit me like a porcupine. Stubble. You just cannot avoid it with men. It's always growing and you will be stubbled.

Women are soft. Smooth. And luscious.

I forget sometimes why I love women so much. But after she asked why I didn't like men, it all came rushing back. Whiskers and balls. Enough said.

Earworm for the weekend.

I guarantee that you will not be able to get this out of your head for quite awhile.

Boobies and Kittens - watch more funny videos

You are welcome.

Psst. Here I am.

Yes, the ONE, the ONLY....

REAL LIVE LESBIAN.

Let's see. What's been up? Last week, I lay dying with the flu, after contracting and enjoying strep throat for the entire week before. Then it turned into bronchitis. I sound a bit like Brenda Vacarro, which used to be cool, but young folk have no idea who she is. I'm on my third round of antibiotics and I may be addicted to codeine cough syrup, but I don't care. Hey...if you have a contact on the black market...let me know. I'm down to my last refill.

My Love ROCKS. And tongues NEVER get stuck around here. I promise, start with a nice, slow back rub and that won't happen to you.

Around the house: We've put in an aggregate driveway. We have mud for a yard. Very expensive mud, too. Not that cheap mud that's right under the grass. We had this mud BROUGHT in. Brand new mud. The exterior of the house has been painted. Honestly, it's turning into the Log-majal. Mickey-T and Phfrankie Bondo (my only blog visitors so far) wouldn't even recognize the place!

My job. I prayed for a fantastic job that was challenging. I got it. Just got back from having three Tanqueray and Tonics with a co-worker on the company credit card. We laugh so hard that we cry. Regularly. It's a dream.

BUT, I get home and I'm tired. And I just want to have some wine and eat the dinner that my Love has cooked for me. I know. I suck. But I'll try to stop by and make it look like my blog again.

Do I have anything to say? Nah, but you don't really care, do you?

Excuse me while I butt in here...

Since RLL seems to be taking an extended break from her duties around here, and I still have access to her blog, (security alert! warning Wil Robinson!) I thought this place could use a space filler.

And what better space filler than a wonderful cartoon I just was sent!

ECHO - Echo - echo

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Another guest post by Dana

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Don't get too excited, it's just me, but I'm hoping if I publicly shame Lynn on her own blog she'll update us on her life. She has clearly been BMIA (blogger missing in action).

Think we can do it?? Maybe if I include a little temptation??


C'mon y'all! Chime in with a comment and let's see if we can guilt her enough that she gives us a little sum'n-sum'n ...

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