Mea Culpa Redux!

I opened an email from a "reader" last night. She wanted to know "what the hell was going on in my life" and was I so busy, I couldn't stop what I was doing and drop everyone a line?

Well... on the index page on my web site, the blog *is* listed as "Sar's Occasional Blog," occasional being the operative word. Some day I'm going to post two days in a row and shock everyone that reads here.

Life has been busy and for the most part, really upbeat. Bull is HOME! If you're on the "announce list," you get an email from me when I post a new story to the site so some of you already know that Bull is finally home from an 18-month deployment. I've missed the big lug something awful and am gratified he's home and safe and in one piece. He hasn't stopped eating... I actually was relieved when he finally took a nap the other day. It meant I could get out of the kitchen for a couple of hours. That boy has an endless appetite.

Bull's mama and sisters arrived yesterday to spend a few days with us. Lovely family and lucky ME! Bull's mama is gonna teach me how to make "possum pie." Oye! I told Cowboy he has to drive up some of the rural roads at night and find some road kill to bring home... Cowboy's response was not terribly polite. Tsk.

Hadrian, the Neapolitan Mastiff we've been fostering has passed his obedience trials! Hurray! That animal is currently weighing in about 180-lbs. (close to 13 stone) and still growing. Hard to believe any dog is bigger than BullyBoy but he is. He'll need a strong personality to keep him in line but other than being a lazy son of a gun, he's a very sweet and loving animal. Neo's are generally one owner type dogs, extraordinarily protective and picky about who gets to visit their master. If he goes to a family with children, he'll be a better guardian than the Secret Service. Best of all, he's not a picky eater.

"I don't suppose you'd like to keep Hadrian?" I asked the giant squid.

"You suppose right."

Tsk.

"David could use a big watchdog at his house. His housekeeper would have a companion when he's away."

"You already gave him a giant tortoise," was the reply.

"A tortoise doesn't qualify as a watchdog."

"Someone sneaks onto his deck in the middle of the night and encounters that sea monster isn't a deterrent?"

"Only if they're carrying Twinkies."

SWAT!

Tsk.

"What about Bull? I bet Bull would love to have Hadrian."

"Bull is living with us when he's not on base so the dog would be here."

"And your point?"

SWAT!

I thought so. Tsk.

My neighbor, MsHairUpHerAss has been away visiting her "born again" daughter somewhere in the middle of the United States. She always comes back filled with lofty ideas about how I should live my life. I don't have any feelings one way or the other about her beliefs; I just don't want her spouting them to me. I told her if she can't keep those thoughts to herself I'd organize a Wicca ceremony on her front lawn at the next full moon. All the Wiccans would be nude and they'd chant so loud that the entire neighborhood would come over to see what MsHairUpHerAss had going on at her house.

She complained to Cowboy.

His response was that he was glad it wasn't going to take place at our house but he was willing to call the media to cover the event. This didn't stop him from delivering a couple of swats to *my* backside.

Double tsk.

Come to think of it, Peeper Patterson, another close neighbor, has a "born again" daughter who also resides in the middle of the U.S. ... Hmmm...

Speaking of neighbors... did I mention that MsKeptWoman had a falling out with her sugar daddy? He's a European businessman who visits the U.S. about once a month. While he's here, he spends a few days with MsKeptWoman who lives in a very nice house that he purchased for her. I don't know the details of their financial arrangements but I do know that he provides well for her and for the most part, she's free to do "her own thing" as long as she's home when he arrives. Welllll... she recently had a milestone birthday and is feeling o-l-d and washed up. I told her o-l-d is what the giant squid is and she had a long ways to go to catch up with him. I even told her she could out-jog him.

So... the three of us were jogging the other day and she mentioned that tiny little fact to Cowboy. For some reason, he took exception to that.

SWAT!

Tsk. I won't be telling her anything important in the future.

For those of YOU who complained about the recipe section, I finally got around to posting "peachy" things. Take a look.

~Sar~