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Once again I am unable to make comments on other blogs. Only this time the computer is being selective. I can't comment on Mishel's blog but I can on Z fiddler. I can't comment on most people's blog. This is super frustrating because not only can I not put in my two cents worth I can't read what every one else said. Me nosy?! Who told.

Mishel I'm sorry the the remodeling is on hold and that Rande's back is hurt; at least your nights have been entertaining. :) Does he remember in the morning what he was dreaming?

Heather, I am missing you terribly! I know you are really busy.

Melissa, how is your sister? Have you heard any results?

Julie, I am reading and so enjoying, but I can't comment. Tell Kina I love her new look and I'm missing Sabrina.

GB, I got that raspberry. :) I did get some sleep but haven't yet tried the linky thing. I just about missed your comment stating that we are the same person. Thanks for sharing your secret. ;)

Donna, you mean we can't keep talking to them like they're 3 years old?! ;) I'm glad you figured out the problem. Seems like I remember having a similar problem.

I'm praying for you all. Hopefully I'll post a real blog in the next day or so. I do have one knocking around in my head. First though I need to change the aroma in my house from A LA Dog to something more pleasant. My mother in law is a dog lover thank goodness, but the odor is getting to me. I keep thinking I need to bathe the dogs; good place to start but I'm afraid I'll go from hmmm....dog maybe; to yuck wet dog open the windows! Those of us that live in the desert know too that you don't wash the dog and throw them out back to dry. If you do you get instant mud. Desert and wet dog don't mix! Last time I shampooed the carpet the wet dog odor over came us for days. If any of you have any magic answers other than get rid of the dogs and/or don't let them in the house let me know. Well, that was really random. I often wonder if life would be easier with out the dogs! They always seem to be a source of conflict in my home. The last dog is a blog unto herself, but Michael couldn't stand her. Donna, do not remind me about the dishwasher. The beagle that we have now, runs my son absolutely nuts. Then on the rare occasion that I sit and watch TV the beagle crawls up beside me, sits like a person and puts his head on my shoulder. I'll try to get a picture, I know you're just dying to see it. :) Then the littlest one curls up in my lap. They keep me warm and make me feel loved. Stinky but loved.