Work sucks but I’m bored with bitching about that. Doug is gone this week to a conference. The dogs are good. The cats are good. No one has pissed me off much. There isn’t anything I’m watching on television. I haven’t seen any good movies lately.
I am boring.
I don’t even have any pictures to share.
Feh.
Hot. Hot. Hot. I’m going to die of the hot.
I know...the last time you heard me bitching about the temperature, I was bitching about it being cold. Well, it got over being cold and went straight to HOT. This makes me pissy. Of course, everything makes me pissy but you know what I mean.
Anyway, I’m hot so I don’t feel like doing much of anything. At LEAST I have off Friday and Saturday and then I work for six days next week. So much for the part-time part of the job, eh. Bleh. Oh, it is temporary but still. I don’t “do” overtime. It isn’t my “thing” like...ever.
OH! I bought a Furminator for Dixie (a little one because she is little, right) and you should see how much fur comes off this little dog. I could knit another dog just like her from the fur I am removing. She isn’t quite sure if she likes it or hates it yet so we’re working a little at a time on de-fuzzing her.
Did I mention that it is hot here? It was well over 100F today. That just isn’t right.
Today is Dixie’s first birthday! Woo hoo! So in honor of her birthday, she’s gotten some yummy food (her most favorite ever) and lots of belly rubs and ear scritches and rump scritches, too!
I have to work today so her party isn’t ‘til this weekend. We’ll have her a proper party then with cake, hats and a balloon. 
Anyway, just wanted to share a few photos of her through this past year. 
LOOK AT THAT CUTE-ASS flopped down ear! I could have just gnawed it right off the top of her itsy bitsy head. It stood up a few days later.
Don’t hate coz you don’t have a pink camo teeshirt with a rhinestone skull on it. If you were Dixie, you’d be cool like this, too. But you aren’t. SO sorry! Look how long her legs are in these photos in proportion to her body. She has grown into those legs now. LOL!
She had been playing in the mud this day and was quite pleased with herself in how dirty she had gotten. Until I picked her up to go give her a bath.
This photo was taken after I spent the afternoon planting pots full of flowers that she and Buddy ate as soon as I went inside to wash my hands or something. Anyway, I came outside and her face was covered in dirt. Now, is this a guilty look or what? And now look how huge her ears are in this picture. She has grown more into her ears. Before she was looking kinda Yoda-ish. Yoooooooooooooda....Y-O-D-A Yooooooooooooooda....teehee
Here she is snuggling with her favorite toy. Buddy.
Before her first hair cut:
After her first hair cut: (Of course the bitch wouldn’t stay still to get a decent damn picture.)
Here she is in one of her Christmas sweaters. With, of course, her Buddy. 
Of course, she also likes Teddy a lot. Teddy likes sleeping on the laptop because it is warm and he’s a whore.
And here is all growededed up Dixie. 
She is my little princess...and she just continues to make me love her more all the time with her goofy antics and how she gets all hepped up about things sometimes. She makes me laugh daily! Stinky rotten thing.
I know. You’re shocked. I’ve been annoyed by something or someone. LOL
Anyway, today’s annoyance is the word “organic.” Just the generic term organic. No modifiers. Just organic.
It seems like this is slapped on every-fucking-thing lately. They never put on something if it is organically grown or if it is just organic. Well, I’m organic. My dog is organic. Hell my FENCE is organic but you don’t see me running outside and ripping off a board for dinner tonight.
The reason I am annoyed is because a girl I work with was talking about food and said, “Oh. I only eat organic fruits and veggies.” To which I replied, “Yeah, me too. Those man-made fruits are HELL on teeth.” She totally didn’t get it. Heh. So yes, the word organic annoys me. I don’t think it is so much the word as much as people who use the word not understanding the meaning of the word. So it comes down to I guess I’m just annoyed by people. SURPRISE.
Recently (I know, I’m behind the times, shut up.) I have been reading the labels more of the foods that I buy. And while I buy fresh, organic and wholesome foods, sometimes dammit, I just want to eat a meal from a box or have a tuna salad sandwich. Anyway, I’ve been noticing how much SODIUM is in shit. Like tons of freakin’ sodium. Like way more that I would have ever realized. It is quite scary the amounts really. I honestly never realized just how much sodium that we ingest regularly. And it is in nearly everything, too. Even my bag of frozen organic green beans (I hate fresh green beans...gag!) has sodium in it. They don’t offer a no salt added version of it. Disgusting really if you think about it. Most people read up on the fats and calories in a particular dish but never look much further than that. At least I didn’t used to so I assume most folks don’t. Well, I am now. Geez.
Now, there isn’t a reason that I started studying this. I don’t have any high blood pressure. In fact, mine has always been extremely low. But still, why add it if I don’t need to, right? And I LIKE salty foods. I love salt. It tastes good and makes me happy. But I’d much prefer to add my own than to have it forced upon me. And I’m NOT going on some crazy crusade about sodium content in foods. I’m just going to make better decisions about it. Like, okay...instead of this canned chicken to make my chicken salad with, I’ll just use leftover baked chicken. Then I can add my insanely sodium-ized piece of cheese with it. I ain’t givin’ up my cheese. Not. gonna. happen. Cheese is the only reason for eating. If you want more info on the sodium thing, just google but here is a starting point.
Anyway, I’m going to a stampin’ party tomorrow! If y’all don’t know, I have started another papercrafting blog. I’m not linking it here but if you want to know it and don’t already (most do) then I’ll send you the link. I am really enjoying my crafts. SO much fun and stuff.
I gotta clean house, too. Not looking forward to it as there are piles of magazines and mail on the counter which drives me INSANE. I hate piles of anything (well other than money...heh!)
