Can she even push the pram?

OK - this is taking it just too far. And you know what's crazy? She's not the oldest ever. The oldest is 66.

This woman is going to be 81 years old when her child finishes high school. She'll be shuttling him/her around to extracurricular activities when she should be interviewing retirement communities. As a woman having some trouble conceiving, I'm certainly all for fertility treatments. But within reason. I wouldn't be doing it 30 years from now. This sort of thing is selfish and short-sighted.

No martyrdom for you!!!

So Moussaoui doesn't get his 70 virgins waiting for him in Heaven after we gas him. He gets to spend his life pondering his faith and his choices while locked in a box (though IMHO, he's insane and won't really be doing much useful soul-searching). He said “America, you lost. I won.”, but you know he was really thinking, "D'oh!!!".

It's the just verdict as well - this dog-lover would have a hard time putting someone to death who didn't actually participate in the actual execution of the 9/11 attacks. Call him the Muslim Terry Nichols.

Voyeuristic mountain

Interesting...a recent turn of events has caused me to realize that I am a voyeur. No, not that kind of voyeur. I get off on knowing of the intimate details of another person's life. But as I thought about it, I realized that this shouldn't suprise me. I love to read and am an aspiring published novelist. What am I doing when reading, either a biography or an account of a fictional character, but peeking into another's most private, naked thoughts? And it goes even beyond that. I want to manipulate those thoughts. Hence the desire to write. Sounds like a recipe for success if I can make it interesting, eh?

Driving in to the office today I felt very grateful that I am not travelling for work this time of year as I have done in the past. Springtime in the Rockies is truly a glorious sight to behold. The sight of Long's Peak, with vast expanses of greenery growing out of its base towards me - it leaves one at a loss for words, feeling so very small but at the same time so very lucky. This type of scenery can make one believe in God.

Wearing some tall heels today. I used to be so ashamed of my height - I cringe now to think how I would hunch over as a teenager, trying to shrink to fit in. Now I revel in that height. I am a tall, glorious mountain (though certainly not as awe-inspiring as the peaks I am surrounded by).

Ker huh??????

Kerpupples. What in the bleepity bleep is that?

I love my dogs. No, I don't love my dogs (ref to Truth About Cats and Dogs - have always enjoyed that silly film for the animals and for the fact that Janeane ends up triumphing over Uma). But they are a big part of my life. I talk to them. I sing to them. I make up funny names for them. My husband constantly tells me I am insane.

First, there's Ripley. She's a 7 year old Chesapeake retriever/border collie??? mix. She loves to cuddle and constantly needs a pet. Poor thing has had bad hips since she was a puppy so has a hard time giving her ears a scratch.

The other one is Roscoe. He's a 6 1/2 year old golden retriever/chow??? mix. He has more fur than I've ever seen on a dog and is the world's biggest doofus. Roscoe always knows when you need love and is there to give it to you.

Thought it would be interesting to list out all the names I have for my dogs, one of which inspired the title for this blog.

Ripley Names	Roscoe Names	Names for Both
Ripley Poo	Roscoe Roo	RiPOOley and ROOscoe
Queen of Poos	Man of Roos	Pooches Two
Crazy Poo	Spazaroo	Puptuples
Ripley Pipley Pup	Rascally Roscally Roo	Mr. & Mrs. Kerpupple
Poo Queen	Roo Man	Dumbheads
	Chewaroo

Crazy, right? Yeah, but it's hellafun. Wait until you hear the songs I make up for them.

My first time...

Hello, cyberspace! My blogging hymen has officially been torn.

Yes, I am a budding writer. I have a couple of novels in my head and just need to start banging them out. My first effort is going to be a smart but juicy little piece of chick lit loosely based on some recent experiences of mine. Have also got a helluva smart thriller swirling around in that space above my neck. This is going to be an interesting ride. I guess with this post I am officially strapping myself in. Apart from a new subscription to Writer's Digest and purchasing "On Writing" by Stephen King (whicn I have yet to crack), I have no guidance or training. Hell, I AP'ed out of English in college, so I don't even have that going for me. Wish me luck!

Seems like a blogging requirement to also run some commentary on current events. So, for today I'm just going to make one rather glib comment about Pat Robertson's remarks about taking out the Venezuelan president: does this REALLY suprise anyone?

And I'm off!!!!!!!!!!!

This is my wife's blog.....

She is a budding writer. And a wonderful writer she shall be. She shall conquer all genres she tackles.

She shall practice here and express her thoughts on a variety of subjects.

I love her with all my heart.