I am who you think I am, and I love dogs

It has been a very busy, and tough week. Friday alone was a great roller coaster ride.
I wanted to leave work early, but that didn't happen. So I didn't get to Vallos bakery until after three to get our order for Saturday morning at the Jersey shore. Then because of the line, I was there about 45 minutes. This means I didn't get home until after 4 PM, and Ethel the dog had an appointment at the vet for 4:30 PM. Mrs C went to the Jersey shore with her sister and niece at 9 Am, so I was on my own.

Ethel the dog is very sick. so sick that she couldn't get her shots and be boarded. It happens. So I had to cancel boarding for her, Lucy and Sally. I got up at 4 Am as usual Friday to go to work, but now, with all my fun, I don't get back home until after 6PM. I need some me time, so I pack up and head to the gym for a good work out, and then I come home just before 9 PM, having relieved some stress, and check my email. I immediately wish I hadn't, but I move on from there, starting laundry, reading a few more emails and then the paper online before heading to bed.

Saturday I get up at 5 AM, having slept in for an extra hour. I give Ethel her medications by hiding them in a chopped up Oscar Meyer hot dog, and administer her ear drops. I feed the fish, and then I load up the car with all the goodies for the almost three hour drive to Cape May point, New Jersey.

Now don't freak out people, I leave the dogs alone at home in a very big house and Mrs C and I are away each day anyway at work. We have the whole Brinks security thing going on, motion and fire detectors, threshold sensors etc, so there's nothing to worry about.
I get to Cape May point about 9;30, enjoy the Easter Egg hunt, do family lunch and all that, and then at 2 PM I kiss Mrs C good bye and head home. I get back at 5PM, and do another shift of Dog meds, before letting the three puppy girls outside for a while.
Then around 6 PM I turn on the alarm, and go run the errands, as in grocery shopping. I got home around 8:15 PM, and now, after putting the groceries away, I open my email, and what do I get?
Supposedly I spent the last 48 hours online posting anonymously hateful comments on the blogs of other people who I don't get along with.

YOU PEOPLE NEED TO GET A BLEEPIN LIFE!

I know that it is hard for some, especially certain residents of certain Pennsylvania counties that border New Jersey and the Delaware river to understand, but I have other things to do than hide behind a computer and think up ways to insult your obviously fragile egos. I'm also irked to hear that one particular wackjob, a NOBODY, you might say, is anonymously impersonating me.

Let me make it very clear to you crazies, and not so crazies.

I SIGN MY NAME TO MY COMMENTS, AND I DON"T WRITE ANYTHING THAT I WOULDN'T SAY TO YOUR FACE. Yes I called someone a stubborn mule concerning their behavior. I signed my name to that comment, see a pattern there? GET OVER IT.

If you don't like what I write, DON 'T READ IT ANYMORE!

This is just a blog, that I use to express myself, nothing more I'm not using it to do character assassination, as some bloggers who consider themselves "relevant" and "credible" do. No settling of personal or political scores here. Just me laughing at myself as I make it through each and every day.

Most bloggers I know understand what we are doing here. It's a support community for many who found a new way to express their innermost thoughts. We share our joys and our pains, without inflicting them on others. But some people take Blogs as their real life, and I think in some cases, their BLOGS HAVE BECOME THEIR LIFE. In Fact, I am convinced of that.

You know something else? I'm not sure if it was Will Rogers or Mark Twain (Samuel Clements), but there is a quote that says you can take a dog as a friend, and he will be a friend for life, but if you make a man your friend, eventually he will bite you. You could say the same for some male bloggers I know. (So far all the women bloggers I know are class acts)

If I had a choice between my three dogs, and certain(and it is a very few, and they are all male, by the way,) bloggers as friends, I would choose my three dogs.

They are loyal, loving, and don't care about my bad days, they treat me the same and aren't fair weather friends. I know of at least a couple of Lehigh Valley Bloggers I could never say that about.

Certain Bloggers versus dogs? Dogs win hands down.

Oh, and by the way, Happy Easter. Sally chased a rabbit out of the yard while I was writing this. I guess there won't be any candy in my basket tomorrow!

Still Kicking!

I have survived two long days at the real job, and I did get all the painting done Sunday here at casa di Casey.
I did take down the non working light/fan fixture. In a miracle, I did not eloctrocute myself once.
In really good news, I am in my new work office, with new furniture, and a spanking new Dell!
My monitor is a 20" flat screen! Being the "Man" has its privileges! Boolyah!

It's a Home Improvement Sunday!

Mrs C is in Chicago at a conference, which means it is "Painting" time!

When Mrs C is away, I can paint, and not worry about the fumes making her ill. So when I get home from church and then the gym, I will be putting a second coat of paint on the upstairs hallway.

Then I will be doing another of my famous "ELECTRICAL REPAIRS!"

There is an inoperative ceiling fan that must come down.

We all know about me and electricity, don't we, how I sometimes "Forget" to turn the power off? I'll give an update tonight before I go to bed, and let you know how my home "Defibrillator" testing went!

6:30 PM Update. I survived, much to the chagrin of some rival bloggers, I bet, LOL!

April Fools Day, and We have so much work to do

Hi, I'm Sheriff Fred, and next to me is Deputy Ethel

Due to Budget Constraints in Allentown, we are all that is left of the Police Department. We will do our best, but there wasn't anything left in the budget to pay for gas in our patrol car, so we will be on foot. Our response time is pretty good, considering we have to run, but we will manage. We blew our budget this year paying for this, our official portrait. Hope you like it!

P.S. We are good friends with McGruff, he said he'd stop by and help out on weekends, if that makes you feel any better!

So I went to my first Writer's Conference..

I had never been to a Writer's Conference. Every year The Greater Lehigh Valley Writer's Group holds "The Write Stuff" conference around the last weekend in March. They bring in authors, experts, agents, and editors to talk about a variety of topics, and let the local writing community interact with outside sources.

This year I attended, and I signed up to pitch one of my writing projects during a private, one on one session with an agent. Anybody who has ever tried to get a book or novel published knows that this involves a process that is best described as "discouraging." So I went in expecting to get what many of the other participants got hit with, which is a polite "NO, not interested." When I came out and told other hopefuls that the agent had requested my full manuscript, many damn near went into shock. I got some high fives, but I also got some very envious looks.

I've got several projects in my portfolio that are serviceable, but I spent all Sunday getting my work ready to mail to the agent Tomorrow. Yes, a hard copy was requested, not an email or file.
So we will see what happens, I'm not going to hold my breath on this, but I am proud of this particular work, and those who have critiqued it have all raved. Sigh. But that doesn't mean a thing, does it? The hard work could just be starting, and that would be a good thing.
I'm fortunate I have a very good editor pushing me. Some aren't that lucky.