I Hate Housework

I do. I will do almost anything else in the world. There are books to read, computer games to fiddle with, cooking to do, TV and movies to watch and just stuff to think about. There are parks to walk and exercise videos and DVDs.

I think I might be all right if they'd just move the dumpster under a window and let me just start heaving stuff into it, though. Apparently the only way this apartment is getting totally and finally cleaned out is for me to die, God forbid.

I am going to go practice one of those Fly Lady/Clean Sweep cleaning/organization techniques. I am going to give myself one half hour to clean off a table top in the living room. Then I get to reward myself with a half hour of goofing off. Then I'll try to clean off the stereo stand before lunch. We'll see how that goes........Otherwise, maybe I will just borrow Dogzilla for a couple days and let him eat and chew up everything that's just lying around. He can be my furry avatar of clutter-clearing that way.

I hate housework.

My New Blog

I decided to create a separate blog about cooking and food, since it is something I enjoy and just because I can. Feel free to cruise on over to "An Old Dog Cooks".

Boring

Ugh. I know why I really hate this transitional state between winter and spring. I just feel boring. Fat, lazy, uninspired, broke and boring. Ugh. Happens every year. Usually cured by the first crocus poking its little head through the earth. I think I will do some major cleaning on Sat. & Sun. and reward myself with a spring bouquet of flowers. That should shake the cobwebs out. And next week, I think I will do cobweb patrol when I am up at Dad's. In between walking Dogzilla, who will probably be as feisty as an 11 y.o. beagle can get if it is at all warm. He still gets a little feisty now and again. Like when he is rolling on the floor or in bed. I tease the little furball that he is "rolling like a young dog!" He just smiles, kicks his little dog feet in the air and rolls some more.

How Much Pizza Would a Beagle Eat.....

if a beagle could eat as much pizza as it wanted? Found the answer yesterday evening. Apparently, half of a large sausage pizza is full capacity for Dogzilla. The Beagle God smiled on Dogzilla yesterday, as the boys at Gionnino's were putting out the trash at the back yesterday on our evening stroll. There was a whole pizza in a box just lying there on the ground. Dogzilla dove in and ate half before he said "No mas!" and headed for home. I guess he knew a pizza-induced coma was imminent! He slept pretty good all night, too. Only got up to check on me once, around 1:30. I heard his little dog tags jingling and a few minutes later I heard a thud from Dad's room. I think the boy tried to jump back into bed and missed, so I lifted him back in and tucked him in. Probably the pizza weighed him down.

Thunder and lightening when we rolled out for a stroll this morning around 6:15, so we checked the pizza site, the bacon cheeseburger site and the Donettes site (Dogzilla remembers them all!), and picked up the paper so I didn't get soaked. Sun was out a few minutes ago, though.

Not much else since I last wrote. I still feel the good effects from my Trager session, and I think I will call and set up another appointment for next weekend sometime. I'm off Friday, Sat. AND Sun.! Planning to spend it in Columbus, and since I am beyond broke, I figure I can tackle a lot of cleaning projects at home since I got no money to spend! I'm planning to rent lots of DVDs from the library and cocoon and clean. My place needs a really good spring cleaning!

I never thought I'd give a rats behind, but I am rooting for Casey Mears this year. It's early, but he's #4 in points after earning another top 10 finish yesterday.

Going to finish checking the mail and then I'm going to go rub Dogzilla's belly. He's snoozing now and he always likes a good belly rub while napping. He's such a guy that way! LOL