Author: Becky

Nothing like backtracking

What happened to “I’ll fire anyone who leaked the name…”

AP: WASHINGTON (July 18) – President Bush said Monday that if anyone in his administration committed a crime in connection with the public leak of the identity of an undercover CIA operative, that person will ”no longer work in my administration.” At the same time, Bush again sidestepped a question on the role of his top political adviser, Karl Rove, in the matter.

Just Say No

Based on this article, maybe it’s time for a few celebrities to join Brooke Shields in a Just Say No to Scientology campaign. If some celebrities think it’s okay to poke around in other people’s medical decisions, wouldn’t it be only fair if the offenders’ religious beliefs were treated with equally intrusive disrespect?

It’s the seventies all over again, with an updated version of “Battle of the Network Stars.” I’m grabbing a Tab and some Pop Rocks and sitting back to watch.

Walking in the rain with the one I love

Scene 1 from the Home Office window:

Tim and River walking up the driveway in a light drizzle so River can make the yard his own personal toilet.

Scene 2 from the Home Office window:

Tim and River jumping puddles as they scurry down the driveway when the drizzle quickly becomes a downpour.

Flashback scene:

Earlier today, as I was cleaning up three dogs’ own personal toilets, Guinness snagged a rat, who promptly squealed in terror. I shrieked and Margot hustled to get a piece of that, then Guinness lost her grip. I don’t know what happened to the rat, but both dogs seem fine.

Players:

Rat.

Guinness.

Margot.

If only they would use their evil genius for good.

Usually I like to be Switzerland in blog wars. Recently, however, I had more fun being Benedict Arnold, whimsically switching sides just because I could.

However, now I think I want to be Halliburton. Well, not exactly Halliburton. I didn’t help start this war. I just want to be a profiteer.

So, Scott-O-Rama and FARB, I implore you to direct your warlike energies into raising funds for River Aid, to help pay Mastercard River the Dog’s ever-mounting vet bills.

A Drink-Off? A sex tape? I’m sure you two can think of something. Can you really refuse the sweet face of Timothy J. La the River Dog?

Dude, it’s how I score my extra biscuits…

One of the things that happened to River while he was away at Spa Million Dollar Dog was that he got a blood transfusion to replace what he lost and jump-start his clotting. When Dr. Ward told me on the phone, she said they were able to use the blood of a healthy dog who was right there at the Spa.

Dog blood donors: Do they do it out of altruism? Or to get spare treats?

Random thoughts on voyeurism

The first time I visited my friend James in an apartment he’d just moved into in Houston and was given the tour, I realized that his bedroom window had a great view of a residential mid-rise. “Oh, man, can I PLEASE come sit in your bedroom and stare at that building at night?” I asked. “Absolutely not!” he answered. “What is wrong with you?”
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