.....right??

didnt think so......

i've been thinking about getting dum a dog, to keep him company around the house, give him a lil love and something to play with till we can get our lil family whole again.

then i figured it'd be best if i let dum pick one out. i'd hate to bring home an animal and have dum grow to hate him. so today i took dum to the various animal shelters in the area.

there were 3 dogs that jumped out at us, all for various reasons.

the first was a stray, prolly around a year old, with the wisest, most intelligent eyes i'd ever seen on an animal. dum fell in love with her instantly. unfortunately, she's part wolf, which is against policy for them to adopt out. the beauty actually howled at us a few times, that piercing lone cry... we left our name and number, but the officer said it was pretty much non-negotiable. included with being part wolf, she had a habit of turning quickly from snugglebaby into a biting case. so sad and such a waste that she'll more than likely be put down.

at another shelter, we found an older dog. absolutly gorgeous retriever, with deep red hair. dum nicknamed him "the gentleman"
immediately. a true gentleman, with kind eyes. he sat prettily while dum petted and cooed to him. then he came to me and i loved on him a bit, which had his tail wagging. as soon as i stopped, he stood up against the bars, belly to metal, as if to tell me he needed belly scratches. unfortunately, we're looking for a girl. charlie (one of dum's dogs) is a male, and will NOT take having another male i the house well.

and the third! was actually prolly more of a pick for me. i'm not a dog person, but this little girl was adorable. we petted and scratched and got kisses throu the bars, then went around to the other cages. we came back to her cage and loved some more. went and looked at another few. then we were informed we could open any of the cages and interact with the dogs at any time. so we opened lil girl's door and out she came, climbing all over dum and covering his face with kisses. then she came to me, tried to curl up into a ball on ma lap and showed me lots of love. dum took pics



but, as you can tell from the pics, she would have deffo been a MOMMA's girl... and i'm trying to get dum a dog...not me. we put her back in her cage and walked out, trying to ignore her cries and whines. =( if i didn't work so much, and could spend more than a few short hours a day with her, i prolly would have talked dum into bringing her home. but i cant, so we didn't. she's so sweet, and a beauty, she won't be behind bars long. i'd like to think the same of the old gentleman as well. he'll make someone a very loved companion. as for the she wolf, i don't know what's in her future, but can only hope life shows her a lil more happiness than what she's already been throu.

we'll keep looking. the perfect dog will appear one day...

ok, so the turtle and the trucker...

i was on ma way home, and since it was daylight, i took the back way. little two lane country "highway", a smattering of houses here and there, farms, your basic backwoods pretty country road.

anyway...i come around a blind corner, and see a turtle trying to get across the road. i pull up, leave ma truck in the middle of the road with the flashers on, and get out.

country trick, knock turtles lightly on the back of their shell, they hide, you can pick em up w/o getting bit. i was leaning down to pick him up when i heard a truck coming. a BIG truck. shit shit shit shit!

i'm standing in front of ma truck, turtle in hand, when the simi comes around the corner, sees me and has to go for a lil off road action rather than smash into my truck, maself, or the turtle. tho i don't think the driver was too much worried about the turtle really.

so i wave as he passes, honking his horn...i think he might have been a lil pissed actually. no matter. i drop turtle off on the other side of the road, climb back in ma truck and head on home.

lesson:

if ya gotta pick up critters off the road, pull over to the SIDE of the road...don't park willy nilly in the middle of said road.

der

/me smacking maself and walking out

was gonna blog about ma near death incident with a trucker and a turtle today, but this is more important...
by now, most of you know SMO4 and united's situation. if you don't...check out her blog. which is here

[url]http://prem.newbienudes.com/blogs/viewblog.asp?id=35904&fp=y[/url]

then...NN went and posted this, which made me crazy aware of how much i LOVE this place

[url]http://prem.newbienudes.com/forum/default.asp?topicid=53534&fname=General+Discussion&fid=12&d=10620082220[/url]

then, when i thought everyone had shown their love with abundance and we could do no more...a member who no longer wants his privilege's...offers them up.. please see vallybud's blog here

[url]http://prem.newbienudes.com/blogs/viewblog.asp?id=151806&fp=y[/url]

by they way VB, if ya read this....your amazing.

and everyone.....comment in that forum, let NN and support know what an incredible offer this is...


i don't think i've ever really felt this fire inside me before, to help anyone. really. and i'm not sure what's provoking me, other than seeing the unity and the love surrounding these two people. people i've never met, but i hope to one day. i don't think either of them consider themselves close friends with me.. but, for fucks sake, they're NN'ers... and have been for a good long time.

*muwah* ya'll, i'm off ma soap box for the night...
and for those of you who are now sitting on the edges of yer seat...i'll blog about the trucker and the turtle tomorrow....i promise

OMG....i hurt all over, i'm cranky, i'm irrational, ma midsection feels like someone's trying to turn it into a colander with a rusty dull phillips head screwdriver, one hole at a time....

and ffs....i wanna cry at the drop of a hat...saw a lil kitty ran over in the middle of the road and bawled like a baby the entire way to work.

lucky, i work with mostly women, and once they knew the cause of my madness, they left me blissfully alone. unfortunately, the lone male in ma dept was NOT so smart, so he received the brunt of ma wrath...

AND I CAUGHT DUM SMILING WHEN I TOLD HIM HOW MISERABLE I WAS!!!!!!!!

he's in for it now...


oh, and by the way....being a girl SUCKSSSSSSSSSSSSS

ARE BACK!

if you remember a few blog entries back, about my "missing" wallet, you'll recall i think some faeries have found a home in ma house. i'm really believing it now!!!

i called dum when i left work to let him know i was on ma way home. it's an hour drive, and after i got off the phone with him, he went to the kitchen to blend the potatoes for our dinner....

he could NOT find the mixer blades for the handheld mixer. he searched the entire time i was driving home.. every drawer, cabinet, the pantry, the laundry room...EVERYWHERE...

when i got home, i searched every place he had, and then some, climbing ontop of the counters to look on TOP of the cabinets...

they're nowhere to be found....

i give up, grab ma beer and hit ma blog rounds... he gives up and looks for something else to blend the potatoes with... about 10 minutes later, i hear "what the FUCK?!?!?!" from the kitchen. i ask from ma computer where he found them, knowing from the tone and tenor of his voice he'd found them.

RIGHT in the utensil drawer, where they belong. where we both checked at LEAST twice each....

right where they'd NOT been just 10 minutes prior.....

NOW tell me we don't have faeries!!!!

i think sometimes people forget that the words "i love you" have meaning. they say it so often, and so much, that it becomes routine, it losses meaning. love is an verb. not a noun. if you feel it, REALLY feel it...then it's not just a feeling, an emotion. it becomes physical.

the sense of happiness you get when you finally come home to that person. the loosening of your muscles, the slowing of your heart after a busy day....

sometimes little routines develop daily, silly it seems at first. a greeting at the door when you first walk in.. a strong hard hug after a long day. but the one time it doesn't happen. disappointment...a loss you didn't know would be there until it didn't happen.

but...those arms holding you tight together after a whole day of feeling like you'd fly apart at any minute.... those lips touching your cheeks, your eyelids, your own lips...

that swelling sense of love, this full feeling inside your body that grows with every mile you get closer to home...

it's worth waking up for.

it's date nite @ the krick/dum household...and i decided to knock his socks off...hahahaha

i forgot how curly my hair gets when it's short...




and just for dutty....look!!! BIG GIRL SHOES!!!!


see ya'll tonight..

and i'm still uncertain of it... it's different anyway... dum says he likes it, but he prolly knows i'll burst into tears if he said he didn't...

i had to stop by the beauty supply store, for hair shit...and a straightening iron...i must have looked as lost as i felt standing in front of a wall of hairsprays, gels, mousse, high heat protectants, ffs...you girls are NUTS...i prolly got hosed, but came out with a big bag o hair care items...$10 says i use the stuff for a week then go back to ma typical brush and go routine.

so....ya wanna see??

ok, that's it......i'm fucking sick of havin to unclog the shower drain, of having to pick looooooong hairs off my shirts, pants, UNDIES, and shoes, of walking barefoot throu my living room and having stray long hairs lodge between ma toes.

ma hair's now to my ass. and it's past time. it's getting cut...TOMORROW..or possibly wednesday. depending on when i can get an appt.

i picked up a "short hair" hair styling mag today, and choose the ones i liked...i figure i'd let dum put in his 10 cents (the man has more opinions about EVERYTHING, much more than 2 cents worth) and also give ya'll a crack at opinions...

they're a bit blurry...i was taking pics of a mag for pete's sake!

but ma top 3 choices:

A: the longest of the three...



B: almost like A, but cut closer in the back, so it's "tapered" down, getting longer towards the front


C: i think i'm leaning towards this one most...short, can be worn straight or curly, and i'm kinda wondering how i'd look with bangs...


so what do ya'll think?!? i'll be posting a few pics tonight, a kind of "farewell tour" of ma long locks.. the leftovers...at least a 18 inches or more, will be donated to locks of love.