Three Mommies and She Pees Like a Boy...

But we love her to pieces & this is why:

Diamond is a Girl's Best Friend

So, she's not specifically mine & there's a good chance that I won't be her favorite, but really all that matters is that she's my favorite.  Please welcome Duchess Sof(ph)ie Diamond Darling - our sweet, wonderful Boston Bull Terrier:

I was truly conflicted about the coming of this little girl on a couple of levels.  First is that as sweet as Zsa Zsa was, I really had a tough time bonding well with her.  Second was that I was concerned that this new puppy would be expected to be "second string" Zsa-zsie...  I thought long and hard about it & decided that it was plain as day that Cathy & this house require a Boston Bull Terrier to be happy.  Even if she & I weren't BFF, this home was never quite as pleasant before her, or after.  That is, until the arrival of Sofie.  There is no way this girl will ever be second string - she has all the spunk and will that her little self can handle.  She's curious as George and not afraid of anything - I loved her the moment I laid eyes on her.  All I know is that we're whole again.

Jen S Asser

So, if you've got a moment to spare please google "jensasser."  This blog should be one of the pages that comes up.  Another page, however is a google map to Jens Asser's location.  I'm pretty sure it's in Germany & I'm pretty sure that it's a guy's name.  That just led me to think how great it would be if a Jen Sasser married a Jens Asser.  If they hyphenated their names it could be Jen & Jens Sasser-Asser.  Or Jens and Jen Asser-Sasser.  Or any one of a number of different permutations.  I just hope his middle name is Noel.  I think that's a boy's name in England.  

Criminy

So I'm reading this book to help become a more proficient seller of goods - I mean, to encourage others to be more proficient buyers of my goods.  By my goods, I don't mean "MY" goods, I mean the goods that I sell.  Anyway, the book made the point that we live in a culture that advertises by virtue of fear - if you make me afraid enough, I will buy your product to stave off whatever threat is looming.  I thought that was interesting, not in the least because I believe less and less that our perceptions of reality are effectively compartmentalized.  I mean only that if we succumb ot a philosophy of preventing the feared in our consumer lifestyles, we will likely exhibit the same preventative behavior in our personal/spiritual/physical lifestyles as well.  Anyway, I decided to categorize some of the things that I'm afraid of in order to deal with them rationally and sequester them according to probability.  

1.  Killer Bees.  I forget which elementary school teacher threw this bit of biological horror my way, but I've been crippled by my fear of Africanized Honey Bees since childhood.  They really are scary little $*@%@#*!, but still - the migratory patterns of the past ten years have limited them to latitudes beneath my present realm.  Fear sequestered.

2.  Spiders.  I have been bitten by a venomous arachnid with enough ferocity to cause serious swelling and bruising, but have lived to stomp all over other spiders.  Fear sequestered.

3.  Rejection.  This sucks.  I experience some semblance of rejection on a regular basis and it never stops sucking.  Fear remains, I will deal with it at a later date.

4.  Procrastination.  I have a gross tendency to put off unpleasant tasks rather than investing in the long-term benefits immediately.  I have only to examine the consequences of prior delays to motivate me to attend to pressing matters in a timely manner.

5.  Rejection.  Still a little hazy on this one, but I think the answer is that I have very rarely been rejected on the basis of my personal merit.  I think.  At least no one has had the cajones to tell me otherwise - which leads me to conclude that what I perceive to be rejection is likely a response to extenuating circumstances on behalf of the other party which has been interpreted incorrectly by my narcissistic worldview.  I resolve to continually check my premises in order to correctly evaluate instances.  Fear sequestered.  Kinda.

Okay, that's enough for now.  I've got sleeping to do, and bug bombs to research.