MEIN Kampf!

My Dad was right: big dogs = big messes. Yes, the dogs are cute, yes, I love having them to run/play with, yes it's cool to feel like I have a real dog, and yet the destruction they have wrought on my deck/swimming pool is of insurance-worthy proportions. The fact that my own dog cannot go outside to use the bathroom because the big dogs bound forward in curiosity, making Rootie clench up and head for the hills, a.k.a. my arms so that I can clutch her to my bosom in protection against the giants. (I dont usually refer to them as "the hills" but that was a nice, though unintentional pun). And when I pet the male, his red rocket launches and it just makes me feel all uneasy in general. Theres a huge difference between a small dog showing his lipstick, and a large dog unsheathing his er...um... popsicle. Blechhh!

So now what!? I would feel awful calling the pound, and I already tried the no-kill shelter and they're all full. I'm trying to see this in a positive way, but the only thing I've come up with is that at least they've chased off all of the stray cats I had been feeding before they came along. I don't like cats, and they kept pooping under my deck, making hot, sunny, perfect tanning days too aromatic to enjoy, but yes I fed them too! It's like cute n' fuzzy is my kryptonite! (Does not typically apply to the human species).

In non-canine news, the trip to N. Padre w/my cousin is set. The fact that were going back to Padre at all is a small miracle, especially since we got into so much trouble the last time we visited the beach. But we're confident that this time we can handle it! Staying someplace that is right by the water, thereby negating the need to get into a car in order to enjoy the sunshine, is definitely a plus. Also, we've gotten the spring break partying out of our system so this will be a great opportunity to just relax and enjoy the solitude of the waterfront. Well, and to break that solitude with mindless chick babble. RAWK!

Lastly, in accordance with my usual Monday fare, a short recap of my dinky weekend. Friday was da bomb. After a hard, late day of work, my new drinking buddy Katie and I went out to scope some watering holes, share some pizza, and talk about conservatives, the magic of trees, and memorable concert experiences. It was tre' fun, and in the words of Ice Cube:

Drunk as hell, but no throwin' up
Halfway home and my pager (phone*) still blowin' up
Today I didn't even have to use my A.K.
I got to say it was a good day

Saturday was busy; I cleaned most of my house, saving my room ("clothes- laid-on-the-bed central") for last. I had pleasant company over to watch some TV, and went to be shortly thereafter. Sunday I took my first step into volunteering for the church, got bullied into a project by Sister Pat (she's a wonderful, giving woman, but she don't mess around.), washed mi coche, cleaned my room, and had my widdle sleepy head atop my pillow by 11:00. The only problem was trying to get comfy; its tough trying to sleep with your halo. :-)

*Thanks Katie, I didn't die on the way home and I had a great time too!