Who the fuck cares about Brad and Angelina

I had to post one more blog. I could give a shit about Brad and Angelina.  Do not people have a life.  I care about the water dripping off the snow on the roof and making beautiful noise while the sun warms my skin.   Brad and Angelina should go off to a cave with the other idiotic celebs.  Except for David Boreanaz and George Clooney and perhaps Hugh Jackman.  But I am so damn sick of Brad the lame and Angelina with the lips which could be moistened and she could stick to glass and let her hang there finally shutting everyone up about their insipid lives, making more people clueless about what is important.  Like pups and bugs and lizards and real people struggling to make it.   Please GO AWAY B and A..

Weiners

Weiner dogs are so funny.   Roxie snores and cannot sit on her butt.  Her legs are too short.   Both are sleeping by me as I contemplate the future.   Ruby is curled up on the pillow as she is the Queen Wein.  Pip the non weiner with a weiner is out in the sun room.   Trying to catch flies.  I wish he would catch this last annoying fly. Here. Now. Buzzing.  Damn fly.  GO away.  People are like that.  Buzzing. Annoying.  Idiotic.  Thank the lord there are some that are interesting. Fun. Creative.  Quiet. Loveable.  My friends.  I love my friends.  they know who they are.  Many are animals.  Many have animal totems.  Laura might have a butterfly totem. I have a dragonfly totem.  Lisa might have an angel fish totem.  We have more than one.  Those are what come to me right now.  I also have Elk, Horse and Turkey.  What does that say about me?  I have strong antlers to chase people away.  I can run like the wind and I can act totally ridiculous like a Turkey.  Have you ever seen Wild Turkeys and how they behave.  They dance around, gobble at you and steal food from the kitty.  A white one was on my porch today eating Twit's food.  Poor Twit, she should chase them away.  Cold nose on my arm says come sit with me NOW, the non-weiner begs.