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so i think when you're blogging you are supposed to have some kind of theme or something. you know... to make it more interesting as well as easier for people to read.

well... screw that. my brain doesn't work that way.

i regret to report that i failed in recruiting our other friend in joining in on the fun. i call her our "other friend" because, let's face it: we only have 2 friends each. and that includes us. anyway, she had to turn down the invite because she's very opposed to this way of life... and i don't blame her. bloggers... i mean, does anyone ACTUALLY care what you have to say? no.

well... ok maybe a little. there are one or two i do enjoy. but mostly... the answer is NO. at least for me. i don't care. in fact, i only write so i can keep in touch with my 2 lovely friends. but, despite all this, i do know that she'll be keeping on eye on us. so that's good to know.

anyway. if you think DOG names are weird and dog people are pompous... i ask you to consider horses. horse people are always a little... different. and what is up with horse names? i found an interesting site that let's you generate horse names. here are my favorites that i've gotten thus far:

1. Hot Sugarcube
2. Vibrant Breather
3. Optimistic Yarn
4. Angled Buffalo
5. Tinted Zombie
6. Bing Thump
7. Bugeyed Analogy
8. Blushing Rock
9. Ensnared Soda
10. Evening Sunshine

so the thing is... i realize this is just a random generator (which i think i'll use if i ever start a band and need a cool band name). no one would actually name their horses these things... would they?

well, according to this horse name database, they might not name their horse "ensnared soda", but the following names ARE totally acceptable! (and apparently, cool):

1. Zips Dima a Day
2. X Marks the Spot
3. Pacific Popsicle
4. Paint by Numbers
5. Fancy Pants

aaaand i can't go over 5 because i can't stand it anymore. what did these beautiful and powerful looking animals ever do to deserve names that sound like they should be hand painted on the side of a beat up dingy sitting in a small, fish smelling harbor?

really now... i start to wonder if maybe you won't see a "Golden Pistachio of Doom" running in a race somewhere.

-B

p.s. i don't actually know what time this is posted at because i'm in a different time zone. but this sounds good enough to me!

Dog Pedigrees and What They Mean to Me

Part of me has always wanted to be a yuppie dog person. You know, those people that spend every waking moment training their dogs to run in circles and jump over hurtles on national T.V. Unfortunately, every dog I've owned until now has been a mutt of some sort. Street-smart pound puppies with abandonment issues. Or near death. Except for Hugo. He's a pure-bred savant from the shelter with no papers.

Our new puppy (excuse ME for not having a picture) is from a fancy schmancy bloodline it turns out. I have his pedigree chart right here to prove it. But since you can't see it, here's a list of my top 10 pompous names.

10. Hub Duvall

9. Princess Cloey Jasmine

8. Lilly of East Ridge

7. Jazzmine Baby Doll

6. Mr. Puka Napolean Ice

5. Little Miss Suzie Q IV

4. Milo the Great

3. Sir Tucker Milo

2. Lisa's Cotton Q-Tip

1. Willhelm Brimley

In case you've forgotten, these are DOGS. Schnauzers, even. And we named our dog Oscar of all things. With that sort of family history, I think we're doing him a huge disservice by naming him simply OSCAR. Maybe we'll start calling him Sir Oscar of Brown Street. And we can be pompous too. With a name like that we can pimp him out to the lady schnauzers no problem.

pistachiosity

oooh. how exciting...... a blogggg. this looks like a great way for me to waste time!

i've never had a legit blog like this before. it is indeed rather exciting. tho... i'm not sure how this works. am i addressing these to sarah? or to the viewers that i am quite positive that we don't, and will never, have? oh... that makes me think of that sonic commercial. i wish sonic was out here. possibly the one thing i actually miss from school...

now... in regards to the previous post: i have NO idea how you found that picture of me on the bus! the paparazzi is relentless. i swear. no privacy nowadays.

i suppose i ought to open with a picture as well, so, i've decided to post a picture of my boyfriend:

wait a second... who's this other girl? omg. ridiculous. strike that. make it EXboyfriend. thanks for NOTHING dark heart. men... i swear.

anyway... i'm off to try and figure out how this all works. i'm also going to try and recruit one other long lost friend (minus the long lost part) to see if she will join us in our pistachiosity!!!!

-B

p.s. weeeeeeee!!!

The First Post

So here I am, writing a new post on a new blog. It is so exciting. I'm currently wondering what purpose this serves:

I guess if you fall asleep on the bus it will spare you the embarassment of drooling on a stranger's shoulder...