National Canine Fitness Month
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National Canine Fitness Month
National Cannabis Awareness Month
National Poetry Month
I thought I would dedicate a post to self-checkout. It's called self-checkout (SCO) for a reason. You scan the items out yourself. The employee standing there is for any problems or questions that arise. Not to scan your entire order. Oh, and it's fifteen items or less, by the way. I'm surprised at the number of people who can't read the sign. It is definitely not two carts full of merchandise.
OK, now that we have cleared all of that up, let's get started.
My weird dog Pippen is looking to join a coyote family.
I woke up at four in the morning to some very loud animal activity outside my house. There was an animal screaming bloody murder outside the window. Yea, I didn't think animals could scream, but after last night, I now know the truth. Once the screaming stopped, there was some howling. I decided to roll over and try to get some sleep, but the howls started to get louder. That's when I realized the howls were coming from inside the house. I decided to go check on the child dog before he wakes up the entire neighborhood house.
If you know of any coyotes looking to expand their family, let me know.
I think my next career should be a weather person. You know, those people who are on TV or the radio and try to predict the weather. I say try and predict because they aren't always correct. The last two Fridays here (locally) the weather people predicted huge snowstorms. Both days we got.....nothing. It's funny because these predictions cause people to go into a frenzy and panic and they head to the grocery store and buy as much food as possible. It's like they won't be able to get out of the house for a month! We live in Chicago and have excellent snow clearing and salt trucks that constantly drive through the streets during these storms. You might be inconvenienced for a few hours at most.
As a weather person, I can give my weather predictions and, if they are wrong, I'll still get paid and continue to keep my job. Sounds like a great gig to me.
Do you think weather people should get paid when their weather forecasts are wrong?
We celebrated My Weird Dog Pippen's 11th birthday yesterday. The lucky pup got to bark along with us as we sang, "Happy Birthday," to him (his favorite song to bark sing).
I made Pippen a couple of pupcakes for his special day using the recipe below. The recipe makes mini cupcakes. I cut the recipe in half and made two large cupcakes.
Here's the recipe:
Peanut Butter Banana Pupcakes
My weird dog Pippen has had a rough time these last few months. He still thinks that he is a puppy, trying to attack every dog that walks by our house. Unfortunately, he has had some issues with his back legs and has spent a few nights camped out by our front door. Something he does not enjoy because he is all by himself.
Pippen's sight is not as good as it used to be in the old days.
He is still quite spoiled (by me). Although I have noticed RT sneaking him some little tasty tidbits.
Pippen is still loyal (to me). And loving (again, to me). And, well, he still has his weirdness.
Today we celebrate eleven long wonderful years with my weird dog, Pippen.
Happy Birthday, Pippen!
Cheers to eleven more!
I have a love/hate relationship with auto correct. I have it turned on my phone because I like to type fast. I would like to think after all of these years of hanging out with me, Auto Correct would know me and know exactly what I am trying to write in my texts. And, because I'm typing so fast, I make a few mistakes and Auto Correct jumps in and says, "I have your back." I mean, that's what friends do, right?
My downfall is the trust that I have in my "friend." Sometimes I'm trying to get information to someone quickly and I don't have time to proofread what I am typing. And why should I? My best friend should have my back and know exactly what I want to say. Instead, my friend corrects my typing by putting in words that don't belong in my sentences. After I hit send, I read my text and realize it doesn't make sense. I begin to realize that my "friend" has not taken any English/grammar classes and is just tossing in random words, changing the tense of a word or completely changing the words altogether. My texts look like I was drinking too much when I sent them.
It's time to sober up friend auto correct. Get yourself to an AA meeting an English class and start changing your ways!
Do you use auto correct on your phone?
Do your texts look like you've had too much to drink?
Took my weird dog for a walk this morning. I've been taking him for a walk every day because our yard has become quite muddy, due to the weather. Oh, and because he's spoiled. On this particular walk, I went to pick up after him and there was a hole in the bag. Luckily, it's been raining a lot lately, so I was able to shower rinse off in a puddle.
Moral of the story: Make sure your poop bags don't have holes in them.