FALLING INTO FALL

Fallen leaves.  Blue skies.   

Not too warm but not too cool.

Vibrant colors. 

Giggles.

Hayrides.

Must be fall.

Dear Diary,

  I like fire hydrants.  I can't help it.  I also like light poles, tree trunks and dog poop.  I'm a dog for crying out loud!  Dogs like those things. I do not like to miss any of these smells.  So if it means a fire hydrant on the left, then a tree on the right, then some fresh dog pee on the left again...  then so be it.  I don't know what jay walking is, I just know it annoys the folks and makes  Mom The Nag blurt out her favorite quote, 'Gracie!  What is your problem?' She says I'm going to cause her or dad to fall over me. Whatever.  Gracie.

Beautiful Fall! Samson Can See!!

Why is there a weird looking 'criminal records' ad at the bottom of my blog?  How did it get there?  I did not put it there.  ??

Anyone else have something like that happen to their blog?

I get a lot of anonymous junk-stuff on my email through blogger.  Spam, I suppose.  Do you have that a lot?

Just wondering.  

We have been having some beautiful fall weather here.  

And the kids are getting their fill!

Dear Diary,
I have been saying my prayers lately and asking God to make my boyfriend Samson to be able to see again.  And now he can! Thank you God!  
Now, The Nag Mom says I need to be groomed on Tuesday because I stink and I am hard to keep clean with this mop.  I wonder about her mop and when she plans on getting  groomed.  
I hope after my grooming that Samson can SEE me and I will look beautiful for him.  Gracie.

Pillow Talk

I have a Question.

Do we have too many choices?

For example...  our Dish TV offers more channels than we would ever have time to watch.  We stick with about half a dozen and the rest go to waste.  I don't watch much TV at all because I would be hard pressed to make a choice and I wouldn't know where to go with it!  Too many choices!

Another thing.  Diapers.  Going to the store to get diapers for the grand baby gives me stress.  I will stand in front of an entire wall filled with different brands, different sizes, different levels of dryness and comfort, night-time, day-time, pull ups, fresh scent,  blah-blah-blah.   First I feel faint.  Then I begin to sweat.  A lot.  What to do!!!  WAY TOO MANY CHOICES!

It's EVERYWHERE!  EVERYTHING!

Tonight I was faced with yet another anxiety filled decision.  In shopping for a new pillow at the Bon-Ton I was blown away by the CHOICES.  There is down.  Down alternative.  Feather. Foam. Memory foam. But those choices aren't what brought on my anxiety. No, no...  It was when I had to chose between:

** For those who sleep on their back
** For those who sleep on their side
** For those who sleep on their stomach

WHAT?  I sleep on my back, my side and my stomach.  So now what?

Needless to say, I came home without a pillow.   I am in need of a pillow consultant I suppose.

When did life get so complicated?