Oh the follies of that crazy god lovin’, gun toting, former pageant queen, Sarah Palin. There are a shitload of people up in arms over the possibility that she quit her job to begin gearing up to throw all of her misguided efforts at running for the big chair in 2012.

Uh. I don’t think so people.

Seriously, think about it. To begin with, the Republican Party, in what would be a rare display of clever thought, undoubtedly wouldn’t let her run. It’s that whole once bitten twice shy thing. Secondly, walking away from your post prior to the end of your terms for the rather vague reasons supplied doesn’t sit well with most people. Sorry Sarah, I think you just bent yourself over a desk and…. well, you know.

So what is Mrs. Crazypants gonna do? Steve and I laughed at the thought of her going the Blagojevich route by trying to get on “I’m a Celebrity, Get Me Outta Here!” (How fucking embarrassing was that??) Don’t laugh too hard, I may not be that far off track. Apparently there is talk of a reality show about running Alaska. Uhmmm. wait a second though, didn’t she just quit that job?

On the up side, if she jumps into reality tv I will never have to listen to her talk again as there is no fucking amount of money that could make me tune into that “I’m a (wannabe/washed up) Celebrity…” crap. That in itself would be a blessing from the gods of wanting to keep Kim’s head from exploding. Perhaps it isn’t reality tv though. Perhaps she trying to pull a good old duck and run prior to some random scandal hitting the media. That really wouldn’t surprise me a whole bunch.

And hey, if she needs somewhere to hide out for well……ever, then there’s always those next door neighbours over in Russia that she knows so well.

Rescue fee for transport & initial shots- $150.00

Mature dog spay- $220.00

Dental surgery for teeth rotting out of her head- $675.00

Eating macaroni & cheese for 2 months to afford it- $23.75 + 6lbs of cheese induced fat

Seeing her wag her tail for the first time- PRICELESS.

g I’ve come to the realization that it will be unlikely that I will do any sort of real post in the next few day, and certainly haven’t in the last several days… sorry, am distracted with dogs and beer and holidays………So here are some photos of our smarmy new house. I fucking LOVE it. There are a few things we have to deal with- the painting won’t happen for a couple of weeks and the baseboards and door trim are all still missing but I fucking adore this place. There is one major issue that I didn’t realize right away though. We use the backdoor to come and go, but the front door has a cute small alcove in between the screen door & the actual front door. (The cat is in HEAVEN!!) I like to leave the front door open so she can look out. It should be said here that I am NOT a bathroom door closer. EVER. If I happen to be crapping/dealing with a “personal hygiene”moment or digging snot out of my nose, I don’t close the door. If Steve walks by, sometimes he gets a show, sometimes he pukes a little in his mouth, but it’s the way I roll around people that I am comfortable with. If I had company, I would close the bathroom door. Honestly, I would. I was peeing the other day (door wide open) and realized by the shocked looks of the strangers out on the street that my toilet is almost perfectly in line with my front screen door. Surprise, surprise…..

Here are some random shots that don’t have anything to do with me peeing in front of strangers. In my last post, Native Minnow mentioned that he loves our coffee table. I get a weird little thrill when people love my shit. (Wait, not me shitting in front of the door, I mean my stuff. You knew that, right?)

I am still a little scattered from the move/the new dog/the uber expensive vet visit tomorrow for Lucy’s teeth, etc. I haven’t read a blog in days and I miss you guys however, being that it’s Canada day, rather than hit the webs I am going to sit in my yard and enjoy the ice cold beer that is waiting quietly to my left. I shall leave you with 2 different Canada day memories………..

This one was at Edgefest 1989 during a 2 year stint living in Toronto. It was 2 blissful days of beer and sun, music, maple leaf temporary tattoos, and me drooling over Matt Good & Daniel from The Watchmen. Good Canadian boys.

This one is 2001 at the Canadian consulate in Paris. That’s me and a bunch of random backpackers singing the national anthem. It really wasn’t a “backpacker” type of affair- more business suited ex-pats & their families, not our rubby lot. However, word had filtered through the hostel that there was free beer for anyone with a Canadian passport so obviously we went, smelly, disheveled and smiling wide amid the Canadian flags. Our singing of the anthem was not appreciated which baffled us, no one joined in. Weird. Until we were told that the itinerary included the Canadian representative leading the attendees in a round of Oh Canada. Oops. We just upstaged a dignitary. (Note the guy to the right smoking? He was part of the 3 piece band hired to play. He and his boys didn’t accompany us as they didn’t know the music to Oh Canada. Seriously.

Happy Canada Day gang. I’m holding up a cold Keith’s for you all.