No brain hemorrhage
I thought I should back up and explain a few things.
Rocky-do is my mom's neighbor's dog. I'm not sure if he's 100% Siberian but he is all love. He has the most beautiful blue eyes and loves to give kisses but, as my mom knows first hand, he can be a bit of a terror. My mom babysits Rocky (Rocky-do is what we call him) and he has bit her. He has bit a couple other people but not really in a mean way, he wasn't growling or attacking. It's almost like he was caught off guard and he reacted. Rocky has had a troubled past so when the neighbors got him, he was already off to a rocky start (lol!).
Rocky hasn't learned to play nice with the neighbor's other dogs so they are in the process of finding an appropriate home for him. He needs someone who understands the breed, who can keep him occupied and out of trouble. My mom's neighbors are good people and want only the best for him so they will do everything they can to make sure Rocky-do ends up somewhere good.
So far no blood vessels have exploded in my brain so I think I have a case of writers block. It's been a cold January and my fingers are frozen stiff in a way that makes it hard to type. All I can think of is getting through each cold day and back to hibernating under the covers. I'm just watching the clock until quarter to Spring time when things will definitely start changing. Besides finding some great wines, working hard to organize myself at home and at work, not much else has been occupying me. It's been nice to spend Sundays in the house, filing bills, cleaning out closets and listening to cds I haven't heard in a while. Big Audio Dynamite was one of the bands that made up the soundtrack to my high school years. I missed the boat on The Clash. They were good, they were solid, they were important in the whole timeline of music but they never really got to me where they did for other people. Big Audio Dynamite was the next main project of Mick Jones of the Clash and to a hardcore Clash fan, I bet they thought BAD was a joke. When I first heard BAD I thought it was a great combination of a punk attitude you could dance to. I had their first album on vinyl, which I put to a cassette and because it was long before the ipod, I made sure BAD was on my mix tapes. I was the queen of the mix tape. People in my high school paid me for them. I wasn't into making the classic mix tape you might give to your boyfriend of slip into the locker of a guy you liked. I was all about putting great music together, some of which my friends had never heard before, and putting together 45 minutes of tunes you couldn't hear on the radio. BAD was a staple.
