In which Pooh explains away his long absence from this blog by reminding everyone that he is after all, a bear and that bears are REQUIRED to hibernate...DAMNIT!!!

Yeah Yeah I know. If you were thinking, that for someone that created this blog for the explicit purpose of writing and writing and writing, I have been doing remarkably little of it, You would be right.
However, I have a really good excuse.
I was out on the hunt for plutonium rods and weapons of mass destruction.

Bummer! There are none!!
I have come to this conclusion.
We are a nation of dundering sheep and doomed to extinction. We seem to be willing to accept the concept that the president and all his loyal minions could not possibly have known that the report on plutonium rods was false...They are passing the buck down the chain to someone willing to throw himself on the proverbial grenade and we seem dopey enough and willing to accept this explanation.

To recap:
We are happy to accept premeditated lies that get us into wars where American citizens are killed, but we WILL impeach the guy that didn't want to admit to the world (and his wife and child), he was getting hummers under the desk in the oval office.......Yup!!! We deserve to go extinct.

I am writing this using the one arm I have availalable to me this week. I am made cripple by playing the Slug Bug game with my friend Bill's kids; Z-Attack and S-let. (no not that Bill the other one...I know, I know, I gotta talk him into starting a blog..hell he really WRITES for god's sake)

Anyway, this widow making game revolves around spying VW Bugs BEFORE anyone else and then shouting out "Slug Bug!! and the color of the car, at the same time you are giving a rather sharp rap to your opponents arm.

As you might guess by his nickname, Z-Attack was the aggressor and inevitable winner. I say inevitable because this kid goes to war with this game. That, and I am quite sure his blood is teaming with trillions of those little metachlorians, the Popeye spinach of the Jedi force.

At first I don't care if I lose. But, after a while, my arm starts to get so sore frrom looding and being pounded that I want to win for arm self preservation alone.
Ouch!!!! This little turd is GOOD at this &^$%$&^%$ game.

I swear I can hear little Jedi force noises coming out of the back seat as we are driving along. He keeps rapping me on the arm as he spots these damn cars from what I swear has to be 30 or 40 miles down the road. "Slug Bug GREEN!!" he scream as he joyfully pounds away...."Where? Where?" I yell, convinced he is making cars up faster than a Ford conveyor belt....but then about 45 seconds later, sure as hell here comes a green VW...how does he see this car through 4 lanes of traffic and a tunnel????From 4 miles away?????? Gotta be jedi stuff, gotta be..

Then, S-let, Z-Attack and I all start laughing about it for some reason. I mean we really are flat out laughing. Z Attack is laughing because things can be difficult for him, but he is VERY good at this game, he knows it, and it makes him feel great to be winning at it...... S-let is laughing because she doesn't care who wins as long as it is not her getting smacked plus she loves seeing her brother in such a gleeful state.. And me" I don't know exactly why I am laughing cause my arm is starting to hurt like hell....... Except, the top is down on my car, it is a beautiful day, and I have kids that I love laughing hysterically in my car....."Slug Bug Red!!" he screams, whamming away. Laughter swirls away out of the car as we accelerate down the street.....Suddenly my arm is not all that sore.

In which Pooh gets a new job, goes visiting and celebrates the United States of America's 227th birthday. (Whewww, not too bad for a week.)

It is the 4th of July and I am home trying to unfreak Bill's dog, Akira. I am watching him for a few days. He hates fireworks and is completely spazzed out, poor little guy.

I just returned from a fab Birthday party/4th celebration. mopsa threw a big wingding for her partner, whom I had not met till today.... YAY!!!!!

I had a blast. They had a fun and eclectic mix of people including my friends Irish-Girl and Jeremy, to lazily talk the afternoon away, and enough food to feed an army. (Including something called hummingbird cake. Now I had no idea why they would call it that until I had a chunk, and realized it had enough sugar in it to cause my heart to beat it's wings at about 9500 BPM.....Woo!!!)

Also, there were enough kids running around with water ballons and squirt guns, to really make you think about just how much you wanted to go back for seconds, seeing as this would require crossing the "water militarized zone" to get to the food tables. I'm not sure, but at one point I saw Jeremy go down under a barrage of water cannons and he just might have been KIA.

In short it was a perfect day.

In other news..I started a killer new job on Wednesday last week.
I have been an independent contractor and freelancer all of my working life....till I got this job. So far it has been terrific. Even after only 7 days of work, I can tell it is going to take a little different mind set and some getting used to, but overall I am pumped.

I'd write more right now, but I have to go. There are rockets red glare and bombs busting in mid air, and the dog is freaking out....