what's an adventurer to do...

Holy hell. I think I might just be terrible at doing this regularly. Well then.

There are more than a few things I can manage to do regularly, even habitually, like day dream, eat Burger King, honk my horn at assholes, feed the dogs (at least six days out of seven), and ponder my summer plans. I should try in earnest to add this blog to that comprehensive list of "Annie's Daily (aw hell...weekly) Bullshit".

I had this grand idea of posting every week. Which turned into every month.....which ended up being twice almost the entire winter. I created this blog specifically to brag about my amazing monsters of lore, so I should probably do that less infrequently, eh?

The almost news is that perhaps I'd like to dabble in weight pull. Honestly though, nothing grabs me like mushing. I really like disc. And I really like UAD. Wp would be fun. A few from this group might really like lure coursing or even a slew of other sports.....but those other sports only bide our time until the temps drop and the harnesses come out.

The season ended a month ago today and I'm ready to start training again. Ah well...disc with Elsie and teaching Eve to swim will be entertainment enough until September.

BUT ANYWHO...race season is over and my life has no meaning.

I think what I meant to say was that A)maybe I'll actually get into the habit of posting, ummm, a lot and B)hopefully this next thing will help me with that. I have this idea. I got it from a friend. I get a lot of ideas from said friend. Here goes nothing:

Day One: Ten things you want to say to ten different people right now.
Day Two: Nine things about yourself.
Day Three: Eight ways to win your heart.
Day Four: Seven things that cross your mind a lot.
Day Five: Six things you wish you’d never done.
Day Six: Five people who mean a lot (in no order whatsoever)
Day Seven: Four turn offs.
Day Eight: Three turn ons.
Day Nine: Two smileys that describe your life right now.
Day Ten: One confession.

Uh oh....some of these are sappy. There's a reason why I didn't name this "sappy shit and sled dogs." Gulp. I refuse to admit anything worthwhile...and avoiding any sort of serious response is something I do actually excel at regularly.