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I know it’s been a while since I posted. Nothing bad happening, nothing overly exciting either – just life and working to enjoy it and live more fully…which brings me to this post. First of all, I’ve been watching THE STAND miniseries, beautifully re-aired by the Chiller Channel, so it has got me thinking about end of life stuff. Life is short, so I’m figuring I need to enjoy as much of it as possible. Especially since I know how I will die.
I will die from hair inhalation.
Seriously. We have 4 pets. Having 4 pets makes me realize that when the time comes, we will only ever have 2 pets in our household. 2. No more, no less. Oh, and they’ll be dogs (no offense Iris and Kira). NO matter the totals, let’s get back to the issue in question – death by hair inhalation.
We have a pet hair problem, to say the least. We have a dyson, which rocks but has to be cleaned almost every other use. We have a roomba, which rocks hard-core (and frankly doesn’t freak out the animals either), but each time I use it – I do have to clean it…and what’s the problem – PET HAIR. Walk through my house, there are tumbleweeds of pet hair that I spot-attack with our CONE vacuum. I have so many random lint brushes, and sticky-tape rollers that it’s not funny or even mildly humorous. Still, I have a fine sheen of hair speckled on all my clothes and wearing black is not in line with my natural adornment. We do the best we can to keep up with it, but I’m thinking that in the end it will catch up with us. I’m buying another dyson hair tool cause the couch in our living room is starting to look like a yeti.
So, whenever that fateful day of comes – be sure to bring your lint brushes to the wake. Cause if it’s at our house, it’s going to be a hazard. (BTW…if anyone out there has any suggestions – I’m a strong believer in the ability to change your destiny, and no getting rid of the pets at this time is not an option).
The Jim and I are fortunate (?) to have a ying and yang when it comes to doggies. There’s the supa-laid-back, semi-seeming-stoner, loves-everyone-so-much-he-must-be-running-for-mayor dog, named Easton. Then there’s our young one. Our Uli…who, to be honest for not even being 2 years old, is a lot like a cranky old lady. Seriously, it’s an event to get her to stop barking when she sees any moving object (breathing or not), outside the front window. Outside any window, for goodness sake. We imagine that in her little brain she’s screaming, “HEY, YOU! GET OFF YOUR LAWN! IT’S YOUR LAWN AND YOU NEED TO GET OFF OF IT!” So while on the flip-side we now have a dog that will alert us…but yeesh, I never expected to be living with a fur-covered Mrs. Kravitz!
The Divine Miss Uli
The Jim puts up with me and my dance obsession. I have danced since age 3, have taught for over 8 years and now watch almost every dance-related reality show that makes it to broadcast. Occasionally, when I watch these shows, I also get up and dance. Our Eskie-Spits (Uli), will often dance with me…and for the most part, she really is dancing (not just nipping at my hands or bootaay). She’s got good balance on her hind legs and will do a pirouette faster than you can say “Baryshnikov”. We’re quite the goofy home theatre duo. So, imagine last week I stumbled upon this news story and video clip from Japan.
http://www.reuters.com//news/video?videoId=86361&src=vidAd1
Who knew we were so hip? Right. I know, I know…we’re dorks. See previous blog entry on Childlessness 
. This is the kind of stuff we no-kiddo-cootie-carriers get into.
Okay, so it sounds more elaborate than it really is right? This is our little slice of internet nonsense, which basically is our on-going effort to keep our friends and family up-to-date on our lives, our love and our continuing pursuit of pomegranates. In this modern age of movement, we’ve realized that distance is not an excuse to not keep everyone posted, so please - stop by anytime - in person or internet-ly and know that you are all never far from our thoughts.
