Last week, posting was light because the TravelMarx came to town. I was a bit of a nervous wreck (which ok, is not out of the norm) because one of them is my brother and knowing that one of the two quadrapeds living here is a bit of a lunatic (I won’t name names…but his [...]
Every morning is routine here at Wild Dingo. Get up, go outside. Clean up dog yard and put up with the ridiculous antics of two very attention-needy dogs. Mr. Wild Dingo has a hard time believing that Juno can be a tough little gal and stand up to Loki. Juno never displays her confidence or strength in [...]
Last July 4th, Wild Dingo’s rock star lifestyle took a back seat to a white picket fence and dog yard for our wild beast. This year, Mr. Wild Dingo wielded the tool belt and power tools to build a tree house—for the dogs. And as usual, it took a lot of work on both our parts. [...]
It was Mardi Gras at casa Wild Dingo this Saturday. We’ve been hermits for too long and we’re at the point where we don’t give a hoot if we have an unfinished bath, no dining table and a mile-long list of things to finish. And it’s always a good idea to remind yourself why you shouldn’t [...]
Oh ya kiddie cats. I’m givin’ it away free, on Fridays. Don’t tell Mr. Wild Dingo though. He’ll think I’m cheap. Speaking of Mr. Wild Dingo, Internet, I need a little sympathy.
Well I guess its a sign of a good party when a guest falls off the barstool! Can someone please explain why I have a hang over when all I drank was a half a glass of champagne? This co-host was fashionably late for the party. This co-host enjoys the papparazzi.
I worked all Christmas day on this movie. I better get an Oscar!
Some say wool or copper is the traditional gift for a 7th year wedding anniversary. Mr. Wild Dingo prefers to make his own tradition and gave me air for our 7 years of marriage. The Ryobi Cordless Leaf Blower, makes my life a “breeze.” And sadly, I’m bit addicted to my new toy.
That’s the book I’ll someday write. But for now, I’m starting a support group: Women Addicted to Bad Dogs. Me: “Hello. My name is Julie. I’m a Bad Dogaholic.” Group: “Hello Julie.” How can something as sweet as this: Do something as evil as this?
Before I go into my story, the answer is yes, Virgina, there ARE marathon bike races. But at the time of the question, the logic of “marathon” (which in my youth was learnt as a race on foot) and “bike race” (which in my adult life learned as on two wheels) didn’t exactly compute.
Earlier this month, Mr. Wild Dingo had a week off. Since we needed to seriously cut back on our rock star life style, we decided to take it easy that week and build a fence for Loki’s yard. This is what Scott did:
For the last few days, Loki’s been settling in. In the beginning he seemed happy but sad. Sad in that he missed his foster mom who had him for three months. His foster mom is a dog trainer, with a pack of dogs and some horses and I’m guessing lots of free roaming space and [...]
Wild Dingo needs an artist to offload some work. Do you think this gal will want to work for me? All I can afford is peanuts. I better snap her up before she’s offered a full scholarship to some fancy schmancy art school.
A few weeks ago, it felt like January and it was April. Then a week later, it felt like July. We never had a gentle, mild spring. Mother Nature’s hot flashes were killing me. And now what looks to be a raging act of PMS, today she literally blew a 100 acre fire into 3000+ [...]
I almost got kicked out of yoga class the other day. No, really. Like almost “by the ear” kicked out. Before class, in the yoga parking lot, I ran into a friend (I won’t name names, but we’ll call her Stacy since that’s her name). We decided to get spots next to each other. The [...]
It seems Scott Adams has been eavesdropping at casa Wild Dingo. It’s no secret my “tolerance” for nitwit behavior has bottomed out. Mr. Wild Dingo may have taken note of my lack of tolerance, for well, stupidly behaving individuals once, twice or thrice in the past month. But I ask you. What harm is it [...]
So since it’s Frackday, thought I’d have a little fun with the Dish Network telemarketer who just called. It’s ok to white lie to Nitwits on Frackday.
I went to my Naturopath Doctor the other day. I’ve been seeing him for a few months now and I’ve been really happy with the results. It’s the best I’ve felt since I’ve had my concussion. Yesterday’s bill came to $420. Now how am I supposed to support my crack habit with health invoices like [...]
This is what Scott and I will be doing tonight: Give us a break. We’re an old married couple who no longer whoop it up at Friday night parties and we got hooked on this show. A few years ago, when I was recovering from a concussion, I couldn’t do much but sit on the [...]
After a few years off the bike, I started riding again. Last weekend, Scott and I rode our usual Mountain Charlie route. Now, Mountain Charlie, a 3.5 mile climb with some steep sections, for a regular rider, isn’t that “bad.” If you’re not much of a rider, it may make you toss your cookies. So [...]
