More blog dogs, I can't stop!

I’m still in a photo-posting frenzy. This one is of Mac (see previous post) when he was a puppy. His mom, Waggles, has this gorgeous black ‘mask’ over her eyes, so we call her Mask of Waggles (yes, after Zorro). So sometimes Mac gets called, Son of the Mask. Yeah, we think we’re pretty funny. The one on the right is of the two of them together. I love the stance, like a pair of buck in the game reserve.

My house-maid has just left, and behind her is a clean flat. Yay! She is fast becoming my favourite person, lol. I feel totally clapped out, though. Not that I did much. Made lunch, put some washing in and…no, that was all. I’m becoming more reliant on my walker as the day progresses. No danger of losing my magnificent arm muscles as yet. I should start an exercise/ body sculpting video. Skip the expensive exercise equipment – buy yourself a walker. But you need to use it! Buying isn’t enough. Ha ha.
I phoned my betaferon rep this morning. Thing is, everything was going fine with the shots until my new supplies arrived. Now all of a sudden there is an angry looking patch at the injection site and old, forgotten side-effects are reappearing. She says that I needn’t worry. The product is a biological thing, so is could be different from time to time, concentrations and so on. How utterly reassuring. Not!

Man alive, but blogging is therapeutic. I needed to get above mentioned off my chest, and this is so much better than phoning friends/ family and offloading onto them and spoiling their day. Instead of Phone a Friend, may I introduce Bitch a Blog? Why is this? There must be some psychological explanation. I mean, I know writing alone has the capacity to heal, but this is so much more. I suspect it’s the knowledge that there’s an audience out there. A potential audience, anyway.

The computer is distracting me with it’s latest array of noises. It sounds like a Christmas-beetle on steroids.
I love the sounds of the Christmas-beetles, though. I find it so soothing. But not when my PC does it, lol.

I’m starting to think I have a sugar problem. It is when I eat high G.I. foods that I start getting trouble. This morning I had bananas and dates, and the combination has floored me. Last time I do that! Strangely enough, chocolate doesn’t do it…

My sis just phoned me from work. Had a nice chat with her about baby names. They want the initials to be J.J after her hubby, and are looking at funky names like Jordan, Josh and Jared. Love that.
Can’t wait to find out if my sis-in-law is expecting a boy or a girl. She is considering the name ‘Kendra’, if it’s a girl, which I think is stunning. My sis in Joburg is also very keen on that name, but I guess it’s on a first come, first serve basis, lol.
As for me, if I were lucky enough to have a little girl, I’d like to call her Kristen Michelle (the Michelle part being after Daddy Michael) and a little boy would be Luke Michael. I also like the names Vivien, Ashleigh and Megan a lot. Now just to have the actual child ;-)
Oooh, Surivor tonight. Goody! Hope Steph makes it.