It's Thursday...

I got nothing, so I will finally do that meme that Tasina tagged me with...I must answer each question with an word starting with the first letter of my name...J...should be a cinch, right? Ha.

Famous singer: Janet Jackson. Or maybe that would be a better answer for the question famous person who happens to sing...

2. Four letter word: Jail

3. Street: Jump...as in 21 Jump Street. Vintage Johnnie Depp!

4. Color: j...j...juniper. Some clothing designer somewhere has named a green "juniper".

5. Gifts/presents: Jewelry

6. Vehicle: Jeep, of course

7. Things in a souvenir shop: Junk! easy one.

8. Boy name: Johnnie. Duh.

9. Girl name: Janine. The name of Zach's car.

10. Movie title: hmmm...I am thinking of cheating at IMDB...Finished the rest of them, still no J movie...J...Jack...Ooh! Jumping Jack Flash! Whoopie Goldberg starred. That's two J's, Tasina!

11. Drink: Juice

12. Occupation: Janitor

13. Celebrity: Johnnie Depp.

14. Magazine: JLA...Justice League of America (So it's a comic book. Sue me.)

15. U.S. city: Junction City, Oregon.

16. Pro sports: Jumping. Horses. Or horses jumping over things. I don't know.

17. Fruit: Juicy. Juicy Fruit. It now comes in Strappleberry and Grapermelon, in addition to it's original flavor...

18. Reason for being late for work: Junk food coma.

19. Something you throw away: I want to say junk. But I have used that before. So Jello. I don't know why you would throw it away, but maybe it got all dried out and crispy around the edges, or it's lime Jello with carrots shredded in it, or it has fruit cocktail in it...

20. Something you shout: Just say No!!!

Since I have to tag somebody, I will choose Veronica and Kim. V and K should make interesting lists...

Psycho Bitch Neighbor

And, yes, by bitch I mean female dog...A couple of days ago, Mark and I were running a couple errands when my cell phone rang. It was Thor, very upset. It took several scary moments before he could tell me what was going on (in the meantime I was running worst case scenarios involving bleeding, choking, tooth damage, knife wounds, broken bones, and so on. All you moms know what I am talking about here...)

Apparently, the psycho bitch next door jumped over her gate and then jumped into our yard. Abe ran up to her, and then Mojo went all protective and Mojo and the next door dog started fighting. Zach had seen the psycho bitch run past his window, and ran out there to break it up. He got Mojo dragged off the neighbor, and then spent another minute trying to get Abe away from her. Abe is really reeeaaallllly ssssllllooooowwwww about figuring out when another dog wants to play and when that dog wants to rip his spleen out...

Mojo has a big scratch across his nose,
but otherwise he's okay. The neighbor's psycho bitch also seems to be okay. The neighbor is disgusted with his beast, and is considering getting rid of her, because she's a big pain in the butt regularly.

Also, this really is not a good photo of Mojo. He really doesn't look this moronic in real life, but the dogs were so worked up at midnight New Year's Eve and I couldn't get any good photos of them...

Today...

Abe in the desert

Mojo in the desert, as well.

The dogs loved taking this photo.

A dead Joshua tree (? I don't know for sure -- a dead some sort of cacti in the desert...)

Last night...

First post of the new year..... ... ......

Wow. There's some pressure. The first post of the new year can set the tone for the whole year. A good one, and the posts will flow all year, you will be witty, and funny, sarcastic, bright, appealing...

Or it can be a train wreck that piles up endlessly. The three people who read your blog struggle to stick with you, and slowly drop away. You find yourself alone in a bloggy desert. Believe me, alone in a desert is not a good thing. I mean, sure, you can be alone in the desert, with your air conditioned jeep in four wheel drive, with a cooler plugged into the cigarette lighter filled with Mexican beer and fresh salsa, the radio playing Linkin Park, Elvis Costello and Louis Armstrong, gallons of ice water. Then life is not all bad. Although, I would argue, still too damn hot.

But alone in the blogging desert...you can scream and not even the cacti will hear you. You post mediocre pictures that feature cut off heads, thumbs and camera straps hiding the scenery, and photos of your own eye. You end up blogging about visits to thimble museums. You write words and read them over and over, make up imaginary blogger friends and write comments from them. Ah, but your blog is such a train wreck that even your imaginary blog friends will slowly back away. The imaginary comments fade into nothingness and lint.

Huh...I bet you are rethinking the first post of the year on your own blogs now...Maybe you are lucky and haven't committed a train wreck post yet...