Ok...I give in!

Hi,friends
Here is the long awaited blog...
I encouraged my daughter to blog about a problem she was having with her B.F. since, like all men, he has a hard time listening to her (it must be a pitch thing!) Anyway, I figured "here I am telling my girl to blog, and I'm not in that pool,yet. So here I am, in the deep-end, getting ready to bore one and all with my eccentricities or lack thereof, by the way "Mentlgas" means (on my planet) fuel for thought, or a brain fart, I have them both quite often.
I moved in with a friend last month. He was residing in a beautiful two-bedroom house, with a bed and a computer desk...Lucky him, I have enough furniture to help him develope claustrophobia, Lucky him.
Actually, it works pretty well except for the fact he ran into my solid Oak coffee table that is sitting in the kitchen/dining area (for the last month) and he turned around real fast ( I think he was peeking in on me) oh yea, did I mention that I have the living room as my huge b.r./den/office. and that there are no doors. I have a folding room divider and a free standing clothes rack that I set in front of the double doorway from the kit. to the l.r. and the clothes rack next to it blocking view from the hallway/l.r. doorway...Privacy?? Kinda non-existant at this time, I'm door shopping, believe me. Oh yeah, did I mention that I have two male roomies?
Yes, friends I have job security when it comes to housekeeping. And, as my friends will confirm, I have housekeeping issues from WAY back (lack of interest) I have taken on a charactor remodification effort to improve my bad habits and create good new ones. I am doing well,(it's less difficult when its a newly remodeled home that is worth being proud of) whatever it is, its working for me, and I'm the gardener,too.
I have a dilemma with my front lawn...I have effing toadstools! I think its the oak tree that is half dead, and the roots are rotting under the lawn, and viola' (?) toadstools. They are little and burn off by noon, but I was personally effected by their existance ( I feel like I'm becoming "Hank Hill"!
I mowed the lawn good and short this afternoon, Jimy's parents are coming from Vegas for the weekend and I wanted everything to look just right. Oh yeah, did I tell you that they own the house, and they think that Jimy and I are an "item" that is the only way that my living here will work.They havent come in the house ,yet. Last month they took Jimy and I to dinner, and they needed to head for Vegas early because a storm was coming and they wanted to get home early.His mom wants me to build or get a doghouse for Pooty, since she doesnt even let her poodle in her own house. Right...Jimy said dont worry about it. Pooty gets the footon, she's moved up in the world, from her easy chair to a huge footon...oh,a dogs life , there's even a doggy door going to the backyard, Pooty thinks she died and is in Heaven. She can go out and go cah cah without waiting for me to wake up and get motivated enough to put on some shoes,put on her leash, sit down again, smoke a cigarette , while she stands at the front door looking back at me, wagging her tail. Ok ,a half hour later, another smoke, and she's doing the potty dance "talking" to me (probably lucky I dont speak "pooty" or I would get my feelings hurt)Yeah, the apartment had its drawbacks, other than the mexican music playing at deaf decibals, or the drug dealers hanging around, or the roaches from Hell)
Yep, I sure miss the worry...
Pooty is good with her bodily funtions.
On every other friday I would drive to Santa Maria, and pick up my daughter and drive back, around 5-5.5 hours straight in the car. Pooty had issues with going potty anywhere other that home, I would pull over, let her out, she would walk around in that "she's gotta shit" semi-bent over posture, and nothing had that "ok to do duty here" smell...ack...
So afetr a couple of trips with the same scenario playing, I decided to take drastic measures or she's gonna get colon cancer,with a leaky bladder, to boot, so one night I got out and walked over to some bushes (somewhere near McKittrick) and I took a squat, and "bingo" that was all it took, she figured it was ok, I'm such a "Pack Leader" Cesar would be proud.
Ok my jabber fingers are going to stop.
I hope I "blogged" ok...This was my first time.
Kinda cool.
Love, Me