Crawl over rocks and be happy.

I have been doing the old back and forth over vehicles lately. The rise in gas prices kicked the ordeal off. Don't get me wrong, I like the Durango. It carries anything and everything. The dogs have enough room to stretch out and truly enjoy the ride. Hatch backs RULE! Also, it hauls serious ass. Who am I kidding here? Where exactly am I hauling ass to? The next red light? But it does move.

So there I was in my tiny room thinking and telling the latest dirty canine in my life all about it. I talk to these poor animals endlessly. To top it off, the radio in the kennel stopped working. I selflessly handed mine over. Let's face it, they need it more. When the dogs start barking like crazy, I can close the door and pretty much ignore it. This does however leave me radioless and in turn I verbally spew all my latest onto whichever dog is closest. I had the nicest little chat with Lucky (= deformed and fear aggressive = not lucky) about which car would be best for JH. I kept appreciating the image of me shooting around town in a little convertible. Convertibles are hot. Then I am talking with my prophet (still not getting into it) and he's grilling me about cars, and of course I am whining about them, and he's asking how selling the Durango is going. It's not. Why not? I don't know, it's just dead in the water. Why do you think that is? Because I loathe the general public. Because I hate anything that has to do with cars unless it's turning the key and hearing the engine rumble. Because it makes me sad to think of driving anything but a Jeep. And there you have it.

Truth is, I'm a Jeep girl. I love them. When a nice looking Jeep drives by, I positively swoon. Sometimes I forget I am driving and almost cause an accident. It's that bad. Or that good. Depends on your outlook. Like how large a vehicle you're driving when the Durango starts heading over the solid yellow line in your direction. There are all kinds of unmarked dirt roads leading off the highway up the road yonder. I automatically wish I could turn off and see where it leads. If I had a Jeep, I could. I would! *sigh* I don't even care about gas. I have a V8 right now so anything is better. I'll remove the back seat and the dogs will have room. I moved my entire apartment in my last Jeep, queen size pull out couch included. Just tell me I don't have room, go ahead, tell me. Is a Jeep not a hatchback of sorts? Of course it is.

Here's the problem. Selling the Durango. It's not that I don't know how to sell something. I just don't want to. The people, the new tires, the time, the headache, the lack of vehicle the next morning when it's time for work, the ongoing patient search for the perfect Jeep when I want one NOW. I know I sound like a spoiled brat. I have it stuck in my head that I should be able to trade keys with someone and walk away seriously happy. Whatever, I'll tell you how it goes. I will absolutely post pictures of the beauty once she's had. Besides, I'm certain you don't want to read about this anymore. Truth be told, I'm getting a little sick of telling you about it.

WEIGHT UPDATE! Tabitha is now a hulking 55#. I should take a picture. It's astounding. I should go on a picture taking bender and post everything I promised. Memory wire bracelets and all.

What's the hype? Green tripe! After reading about it in Whole Dog Journal, courtesy of Kirby & Simon's mom (see M? Digging through other peoples mail gets you places!), I have decided to go on a green tripe mission. If I can't find a butcher that will sell it to me dirt cheap, I'll go right to the source. A cattle ranch. THEY know where to get it cheap. At least I think they do. When I mentioned to Mr. F that we need a small extra freezer because I will be rinsing and cutting up stinky cow stomach in the driveway the answer was "cool". This is a perfect example of why I stay.

My begonias are dying. Fast. 114 degrees just doesn't do it for them. I might drag all five into the house for the summer. They're big so this should be funny. They're either going in the livingroom on the off white carpet (hysterical) or in the kitchen nook where they get full sun but also sort of block the door (just plain awesome). I'm doing it tomorrow because I think they'll be dead by the next day. I'm just going to leave the empty pots out front where they can look like void decorations, or promises to come. Your choice.