We have an ad for Dahlia, if you or anyone you know is interested in a wonderful friend check this out.

Dahlia’s ad.

Also, my rescue group, Northeast Boston Terrier Rescue is desperately in need of funds. All of the our dogs require a lot of medical attention and the adoption fees don’t cover it.  Dahlia, so far, with nothing wrong has cost $510.00 and she still has to get her teeth fixed.  So if you’re not in the market for a pup but are interested in donating –we’re selling a variety of items as well as raffle tickets for a stunning quilt!

Click here for www.nebostonrescue.org

AND THANK YOU FROM ALL OF US!

Book Group Expo has posted the list of confirmed authors for the wondrous event which will be held on October 25th weekend. Check it out!

I haven’t posted in a while because it’s been wicked busy. I have a new foster — a ten year old with a mess of issues (fatty masses, rotten teeth, bald spots, warts). She’s been sad and not eating. I told her she should be happy because this is a top adult living facility. So far, she just sleeps a lot. Poor girl was dumped in a shelter in Brooklyn by some heathens.

In other news, Violet starts kindergarten next week. She has to wear a uniform of light blue shirt and navy blue jumper. In case you haven’t sensed it, neither of those colors are pink. We are hoping to get a reprieve from the Governer.

Here’s the old girl, we’re calling her Dahlia (Paul calls her the Black Dahlia after the gruesomely murdered LA call girl — I looked her up on wikipedia and she had bad teeth, too.)

The puppies left today and we’re all sad. Violet said, “Can we pretend they’re still here and just hiding under the bed?”

So I joined Facebook mainly because I was writing something about Goodreads and wanted to make some snarky comparisons between the two. The jury is still out as to whether I’ll stay on it or not. I don’t really get the point of it except if you need a big fat time suck, and who doesn’t? At the moment, I’m friends with 48 people which include several members of my family and guess what I don’t really need them as Facebook friends. So far, I’ve gotten some virtual hugs and good karma and an appletini all of which just served to embarrass me. Maybe I’m too old for this sort of thing.

Nevermind, I have to stay on. I just remembered I’m my cousin Yitzhak’s only friend.

I’ve got two temporary fosters here –Lizzie and Sarah –both BT mixes. They’re pretty darn cute (if a little long in the noses and ears). Enjoy!

A fan of my blog recently told me how boring she thinks it is when I talk about other people’s work, so I’m not going to say one single word about my brilliant former teacher, Lynda Barry. Instead I’ll just post one of my favorite comics of hers.

Lynda Barry…. an inspiration.

Though I’ve never met Malachy McCourt, I profess a deep love for him. Many a time, when I feel down, I pick up A Monk Swimming only to have my frown turn upside down.

I also relate to him as the sister of a better known writer than myself. This is from the FAQ of his website. Feel free to read it in a rich Dublin brogue.

ATTENTION!
THIS WEBSITE IS NOT, REPEAT NOT, A P. O. BOX A SECRETERIAL SERVICE OR A MAIL DROP FOR FRANK MCCOURT. I, MALACHY MCCOURT, AM VERY BUSY TAKING CARE OF MY OWN PROFESSIONAL AFFAIRS. SO IF YOU HAVE QUESTIONS FOR MY BROTHER PLEASE ADDRESS THEM TO HIS PUBLISHER

THANK YOU MALACHY MCCOURT

[Good day, Sir! I said Good Day!]

I am a parent of a child who sees nothing wrong with cookies for breakfast. At least once a day I say, “Cookies aren’t a breakfast food! “ Isn’t that terrible? I hate hearing myself saying it, but we just got back from a vacation with my brother Matt and he makes his daughter Pixie eat real meals while Violet is Snacky Girl. So now I’m cracking down. The question of why cookies aren’t for breakfast is plaguing me like so many dumb things I think about. Why are pancakes in syrup or muffins (aka cake) breakfast food? I don’t know, Violet, I don’t make the rules.

A few days ago I mentioned to her that at school last year she ate normal cereal for breakfast and how about we get that? She agreed, but didn’t know the name of any of the cereals so I did artists rendering of the cereals I could draw: Crispix, Corn Flakes, Cheerios, Raisin Bran and she’d point and say, “Yes, that looks like the one!” I’m not really an artist though so when I brought them home they were just plain wrong.

It made me think of what pressure police artists are under and how every police sketch on the news looks the same to me (I can picture him right now) and then it made me think about how cops are known for eating donuts (at least on the cultural barometer of The Simpsons). And donuts are about the junkiest think you can eat and are a totally accepted breakfast food. So now I’m starting to wonder, why not cookies?