Ain't Seen the Sunshine In I Don't Know When

It's been roughly 182 degrees here in the great Peach State most of the summer.  It's been humid and mosquito ridden.  My first power bill was about a million dollars and AT&T is a bunch of jerk faces.  Most of the time I try to see the humor and lightheartedness in the trials and tribulations of life but ah, crapsticks, sometimes a girl just has to brood.  I've not been posting so as to spare my one or two readers (or maybe just myself) my self indulgence but I felt like it was time to get it off my chest and break out of Folsom Prison.  Hopefully things will look up soon and the sunshine will re-appear.  In the meantime, when I hear that whistle blowin I hang my head and cry.  Ok, not really but it helps the continuity of the post...

See ya later Blogger gators and don't forget to write.

Me & Doggy McGee

More often than not in a country song, the significant other took off with the house, the kids and even the dog.  In my case, I got the dog because she was mine before we met.  In fact, when we met, he screamed dog hater and even went so far as to play the allergy card.  As most couples do these days, we ended up moving in together.  The understanding was that the dog and I came as a package deal.  All or nothing.  He took all.  As it turns out, he LOVED the dog and she LOVED him.  The two of them were inseparable and I often felt like I was the outsider in that particular circle.  I'm pretty sure that they sat around and conspired pretty much all the time.  I'm not exactly sure what they were conspiring about but rest assured, yeah buddy, they were conspiring.  You could see it in their lovey dovey eyes.  She is not adapting to her single life very well at all.  She spends her days pining and her nights being an asshole. 
Last night, we played the let's go in and out a hundred times, game.  She loves that game.  I love it slightly less.  He was stellar at it and she misses that.  She put a new spin on it, however, just to keep things interesting.  This time the game was let's go outside and chase that invisible thing up that tree...really fast.  I hate that game.  The final time we went out, she pulled so hard that her collar and leash slipped off.  She didn't even notice and for a second, neither did I.  In that moment, every dog owner knows, your first thought is "great, now I have to play the chase the dog around game".  Since she didn't realize the collar was off because she was so busy chasing that invisible thing up that tree, she missed her fleeting moment of freedom.  When I rounded her up and we got back in the house we had an argument.  Yes, the dog and I had an argument.  My adrenaline was pumping and I was pissed.  I told her she was the worst dog I know.  I told her she was a terrible person for making me run around like that and almost pulling my arm off.  She, ran under the bed, poked her nose out, and proceeded to yell back at me.  She pouted the rest of the night and slept on my face after I fell asleep.  *sigh* single life...



Poor pensive puppy, pining away for her lost love

 See ya later Blogger gators!  And don't forget to write!

Don't Get The Wrong Idea (as in, I'm not a musician trying to hawk her wares by blogging)

Ok, so I'm not a musician but I am a music lover by nature and I did fancy myself a better than average singer when I was younger.  I didn't learn to love country music until late in my life and I love almost all genres.  I'm by no means fanatical (meaning I won't be blogging about the latest top 40 country music stars) but I love it enough that I might quote a George Strait line from time to time (or Willie Neslon or Johnny Cash or even, yes I'll say it, Dolly Parton).  *sings working 9-5 out loud to the dog* But I digress. 
Who I really am is an "approaching middle age" single, never been married woman.  I'm 35, which means that when I have to take a survey that includes the check boxes with age ranges, I get to check a new box.  I'm recently single and pretty much as broody as to be expected.  I've been living on my own in a new apartment for the last month for my 4 1/2 year old boxer/pit bull mix and I really quite like it.  Evidently I'm still insecure enough though to write a follow up blog about how my blog is not going to be all broody, badly written country music songs.

That having been said, I'm going todash for the evening.  See you later Blogger gators! (I am a little fantical about Stephen King's Gunslinger series)

...So I Wrote a Country Song

I got my years laid out in front of me
You say you left yours behind you
Sometimes one & one makes two

But sometimes it makes none

You first saw me and thought there was more

I saw you looking and I smiled

Sometimes one & one makes a core

But sometimes it just makes pieces

Well they say when your heart is broken

And your memories' all you've got to hold on to

....write a country song

And the melody is unchained

And your hands won't stop shakin

And your world is breakin apart

....write a country song

In the end I said I hated you

You said you couldn't take no more of me

I didn't mean those things I said you

And sometimes I hope you think of me

Sometimes one & one makes two

But sometimes it makes none