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This dialog concerns a video I made of Rosie going outside in the cold. You may write me if you wish to see the video. Dialog continues:
She needs a rug
She needs a hug
She needs a hug on the rug.
She needs a mat
She needs a hat
She needs a hat on the mat.
She needs green eggs and ham
Actually I must read Dr. Seuss some day. He whould help me solve life’s problems wouldn’t he?
Actually, the rug sounds cool. The poor delicate princess.
I also have ice buildup. I purchased a chisel and I hack the Ice rink patches for her, and a buildup form the eave. That, with some kitty litter solves that problem for her. Oh, did I just hear her say that she wants a red velveteen rug? Yes she did. It must be red velveteen.
Actually the video was from earlier, her first experiences of the season. I give her treats all winter to get out there… cold, sleet, hail, all that stuff. She’s toughened up just fine, but sometimes she is funny. During the boredom of winter I feed her 4 small meals on a big tray, “sutch as” a handful of oatmeal, “such as” ½ can green beans, and “such as” tossing her chow far and wide. The funniest is when I am doing something “such as” computer or such as cleaning and I miss her time. If I am not payijg attention to her time, she will give me a “goat” butt and then run away before I can scold her. It’s kind of hilarious, I swear she can tell time to within a minute not only in the morning, but also for her afternoon luncheons. She has carefully calculated exactly how much she can get by with without a scolding. She truly is a character. Oh, and this morning, she had herself so wrapped up that she couldn’t get out again. Those pigs are pigs!