I don’t think it started out that way, the reboot I mean.  But somehow it was going to require shutdown and start over a bunch of times for the wrinkles to start to roll out of the system. And then my damn computer didn’t help, the network couldn’t find the printer, the sky was falling, things were crawling – so slow I thought about slowing them up even further with a BIG frigging hammer.  But let’s all take a deep breath while we reboot. 

My dog is on drugs…yes…I drove her to it.  I’ve  watched her get a bit antzy when there’s thunder and lightning running around the sky – and witnessed her refusal to go outside to pee when it’s raining. But we’ve had some incredible lightning storms lately – big, long rumbling boomers – and the pacing and panting never stops.

We had a bad night Saturday when Riot was here, Ms Scout was insane for quite awhile with the storm that was raging.  She finally fell asleep late in the night, right next to my bed and if I hadn’t had a night light, I would’ve stepped right in her middle on the late night walk-around.  The next day, the sky was clear, the storm appeared to be gone and I had to take Riot home in Vegas.

I left Scout at home.  I’ve left her a lot of times without any problems.

When I hit Vegas it was throwing down ‘frog strangling’ weather.   When I got home it was still spitting rain and the sky was dark. I opened the door to Scout’s eyes.  She looked down because she knew she had done something wrong.  I went to my bedroom and she must’ve jumped off of everything in the bathroom. It’s a nice size bathroom with plenty of space to move around…she did.

She knocked over the magazine rack, ripped a hole in two different space bags that were on the floor with blankets in them – so much for sucking the air out of those babies, jumped on the hamper and forced the lid down inside it, knocked over the garbage can, and had her head down to the floor with her wildly deranged eyes zooming around the room.  The weather was still creepy and even though she knew she was a ‘bad dog’ and was showing it, she was going crazy with the rumbling thunder.

I called the vet, office said they would write up my request and let me know.  It was late so tomorrow was when I was figuring on.

She’d settle down for a bit and then be right back to prancing and panting.  She sounds like she’s have a heart attack. After putting up with her sleepless night the night before, I was in no mood for another dusk ‘til dawn party. My sis had given me 5MG Valium that she wasn’t going to use.  Me either, I’m sure.  I gave Scout one in a dog treat.  Aw-w-w-w-w-w-w, don’t start it!  I’ve read far too many reports and talked to far too many doctors – and a few vets – and a lot of what we take, they can take too and vice versa. But honestly, this is the only thing I’ve given her that wasn’t pet stable.

DONK!

She was out for the night.  Me too!  I had two glasses of wine.

I called the vet the next day, nope, they didn’t have anything for me, maybe the girl I spoke with the day before was the one that was off today.  Yah!  How does it work that way? But the person I speaking to was quick and called me back within 2 hours to tell me she had a scrip for the Scout.

And, as luck would have it, the thunder continued to roll and the sky lit up with wildly dancing arcs. This is the thunder that went on all through the night

[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rlAUB6yWIto[/youtube]

OK, just kidding!  I love Prince!

So while I went Youtube diving for Prince, I found this:

[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TvSvu358_XQ&feature=pyv[/youtube]

How possible? The guitar player wasn’t a slouch either!

Sure, it would appear that I had drifted from topic, but absolutely not true. Scout got meds that night.  It was good for both of us.

Subject change:

I took my sweet Riot and Scout out for a desert stroll. As Riot slashed at dragon’s in the air with sticks and branches from dead desert plants past (you should see the pile of weapons by my car shade) and talked of calling his dragon in but giving me the password so I could move through his secret pathway wending through the mesquites and brush that was taller than he is. From nowhere, “You don’t wear any make-up, do you Grandma?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“I just don’t like it.  Do you think I should?”

“Yes!”

“Why?”

“Because then you could get a man.”

OMG! Where did this child hear that landmine of controversy at? “Do you think I should have a man?”

“Yes.”

“Just a few months ago you told me you didn’t want me to ever have a boyfriend because you didn’t want them at my house. Remember?”

“Yeah.”

“But now you don’t care if I have a boyfriend at my house when you come to see me?”

“No.”

“What if he doesn’t like you and doesn’t want you to come and see me?”

“That’s OK”

We changed the subject.

Dear God!  Let us think about who would tell a 7 year old that a woman needed make-up to land a boyfriend.  And let us pray that person has lifelong laryngitis.