bark.

Holy crap, guys.

I just saw the best dog ever.  It was a Dachshund-Rottweiler mix.
A Dachweiler.
A Rottshund.
A Rattsheild.
A Rottenweiner.
The tiny legs ending in huge paws and giant head and long tail and burnt sepia eyes and burnt sepia fur and floppy old ears and uberlong body killed me.  It was seriously the most unnatural thing I've ever seen in my life.

I want one.

In other feel good news, Jake started tee ball last night.  He's on the "Braves".  It went as well as expected, and they play a couple blocks away from the Phillies stadium and the Phillies were there for their first pre-season home game and the lights were on and the crowd was roary and the sun was setty and the jet trails were orange and pink and the kids' pantlegs were dusty and everyone was excited and all was right with the world.

If I had one wish it would to hold a baby giraffe.

I didn't hate Disney World.  I wouldn't go back any time soon, but we all had a good time.  Especially Jake.  He liked the Dumbo ride and the Buzz Lightyear Astro Blaster Experience.  Or whatever it was called.  And the light parade at night.  A girl next to him had one of those "It's My Birthday" pins on, so all the characters wished her a happy birthday from up on their floats.  Jake thought they were wishing him a happy birthday.  Everybody plays, everybody wins.

We had a really awesome show Saturday night and it's on tape.  It should be ready to see tomorrow. I'm guessing it will be up on our YouTube channel.  I have a hard time getting used to watching stuff on the computer.  I guess it's the way of the future, I don't know why I'm so down on it.

A sonic toothbrush and dish soap is an amazing way to clean your jewelry.

Cats can go for a long time without food or water in their bowls, as long as you let them have at the toilet and leave the cellar door open.  Science.

I got super upset the other day when I had to poop at work and a co-worker who is always fully covered took off her face veil to apply blush and lipstick and wouldn't leave the bathroom for what seemed like ever so I had to pretend I was in there to blow my nose and wash my hands.  I feel kinda like a hate-filled anti-Muslim extremist but really I just had to go bad and was confused about the urgency for make up.  I didn't poop my pants or anything, but it was a close one.  For the record, I have no problems with burqas or Muslims or lipstick.  I feel really shitty that I got angry, and called faith and personal care routine into it.  Maybe shitty is a bad choice of words.  My problem lies with the fact that I'm not successful enough to have my own bathroom no matter where I go.

I wonder if I'll ever have my very own toilet.  Is that an acceptable goal?  Me thinks, yes.

My favorite funeral joke from last week was telling people to have a Good Mourning.  They thought I was wishing them an enjoyable morning.  It's the little things that help you pull through.
That's a homophone, not a homonym.

I'm almost done with my Understanding Teens and Enhancing Trauma Awareness classes.  I still don't fully understand teens, but I've become acutely aware of trauma.  Mid-April marks the beginning of my Understanding Anger Part 2 and Deepening Trauma Awareness classes.  If the Part One's were any indication, I may be a bit angry and/or traumatized over the next few months.  Don't say you haven't been warned.

The downtown Borders Books is closing.  Oh, noes!  Where will the mothers who are too good for the public library nurse their six year old children?!?  Where will the toddlers disrespect things their mother has no intention of buying until they are allowed "just one more game" of Angry Birds?  The horror!

My Uncle Charley, who got all the brains in the family, wrote this on his blog yesterday:

In the evening at the beginning of March, Leo the Lion rises in the east just after dusk to bring March in.

After the vernal equinox, the Sun is in Aries the Ram (lamb), the first sign of the zodiac. Therefore, at the end of March "the lamb" is setting in the west at dusk, and taking March out with it.

So from an astronomical point of view, the saying more correctly would be, "March comes in with the lion, and out with the lamb." However in this case meteorology trumps astronomy and so we say, "March comes in like a lion, and out like a lamb."

That all makes me feel better since our Pennsylvania Marches are typically lion and lion, through and through, coming and going.  Turns out no matter what, there's a lamb out there somewhere.

Cue Fievel.

I had to wait for a bagel at the Starbucks on Broad and Pine for minutes upon minutes upon minutes a while back.  I got a voucher for a free drink of my choice that can be cashed in any time.  I'm saving it for an emergency, most likely a Wednesday before a Thursday when I get paid sometime in June.

I wonder what life will be like in June?

Thinking about the future is fun.
Maybe there will be flying cars.