The Most Underrated Joys of Being Single

My Little Spy

He could do this all day.

This Town is FRUSTRATING!

I've been an executive assistant for almost 25 years.

Today I was told by a prospective employer that I didn't have skills for the job.

This is what I have been up against since I moved back.  In Los Angeles, I was the bee's knee's.  Everyone thought I was smart, capable and could do just about anything.

In Sacramento, I'm constantly confronted by people who think I can't do anything. My experience doesn't mean anything, I'm too "L.A.", whatever that means (I guess it means I'm too "city" for our cowtown).  It's so very frustrating.

I'm truly beginning to believe in ageism.  They love me on the phone; I show up, then never hear from them again.  Yes, I'm going to be 52 this year.  When did that become "old"?

So, I keep plugging away.  Can't give up.  But it's so hard!

When Housework is More Important Than You Are

Didn't you know that housework is waaaaaay more important than you are?

She has the "early morning dumps", or rather, she DOESN'T have the early morning dumps or her hubby wouldn't be handing her a laxative.  

A "sparkling, refreshing glass of Sal-Hepatica"!

Taken first thing in the morning, usually works within an hour (imagine the stomach cramps during that 60 minutes!) and you're on your feet teaching your daughter the proper way to clean! (Although she's holding the broom at "poke you in the gut" fashion, which kind of matches her daughter's "beat you over the head" stance.)

Never let your husband or your housework down again.  Every morning, jump up and have a sparkling glass of Hepatica and your "early morning dumps" will run smoothly.

Run smoothly.  Heh.

Power of the Paw for Dutch

Our friends at The Daily Puglet had the emergency we owners of big dogs all fear...

Dutch and his mom were flying to the East coast when Dutch developed bloat.  Fortunately, he was at the emergency vet within an hour of landing the plane and went directly into surgery.

Right now, he is alive and recovering, but the next 24 hours are critical.  Please visit their blog and send your good thoughts to Dutch, Puglet and their mom.

Goodbye, Annette. Screw You, Multiple Sclerosis!

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