RTT: Pug Pilfering Pensioner

This is a long one today, so let's just get started, shall we?

 *First off, did you notice I put up new photos of us over on the far left?  Somewhere over <----- there.   My photo was taken when we had to go to a NY reception.  I was goofing off for the camera and since, I'm kind of a goof (classy, but still goofy) I thought it was appropriate.  I have one of me in that dress wearing my super amazing zebra print pumps, but again, I was goofing off and it shows waaaaay too much leg.
James Bond's photo was taken in front of the casino in Monte Carlo.  Yes, the real Casino, like in the movies.
Indy's was taken at the ruins of the St. Antonin baths near Carthage in Tunisia.  It's a bit old, but he really, really wanted me to use that one.  Who am I to argue?  Besides, he's actually pretty good with his whip (he can pull chairs across the floor) and he might use it on me. 
The photo of my cutie pie Han Solo shows what we call his "Han Solo grin."  And Indy even came up with that blog name before Han Solo was even born.  :)
 
* Police Pinch Pug-Pilfering Pensioner. Whew, that's a mouthful!  I love alliteration.  The last line though is my absolute favorite: The dog declined to comment and has requested privacy following its ordeal.  Tee hee!  I wish there were a byline so I could read more by this reporter.  S/he obviously has a great sense of humor.

*BTW, I don't know if it will still be there by the time this posts, but there is another headline at the top of the above story that read:  Man dismembered and cooked after sex game.  WTF?  Of course I read the article.  It was icky.  If it's still there, don't read it.

*Indy lost a tooth 4 freaking days in a row last week.  The Tooth Fairy is going broke.  I'm beginning to suspect he might be pulling them for the money.

*Speaking of Indy, he broke my heart the other night.  I went to kiss him goodnight and noticed his stuffed animals weren't on his bed.  He's slept with 2 small bears (Teddy and Skokie-long story on Skokie's name) and a monkey (named appropriately, Monkey) as long as I can remember.  I asked him why they weren't there and he said "Mom, you know I'm getting older now.  I don't really need them on my bed anymore."  I just stared at him.  I didn't know what to say and was afraid I was going to burst into tears at any moment.  He continued though with "Oh, I'm not getting rid of them.  Not ever.  They're my very good friends.  They can sit over on my dresser and watch over me, just not on my bed anymore."  I swear my heart broke.  It was like watching Andy go off to college at the end of Toy Story 3 and leaving all his toys behind.

*I actually cried at the end of Toy Story 3 people.  Tears.  Big fat ones.  I looked around though after the lights came up and saw many (many) parents surreptitiously wiping their eyes.  We all knew that was going to be our kids one day.

*Sheesh, now I'm depressed.  I need Thin Mints.  Noooooooo! (I totally said that in Stephen Colbert's voice in my head). Evil Girl Scouts and your delicious, yet comforting cookies!

*Mmmmmm...Now I'm eating Thin Mints to push away my depression.  Chocolatey medication is the best kind. Good thing I'm typing and not talking.  My mouth is full of Thin Mints and I't tawk luk thes.  Plus, it's rude to talk with your mouth full.  Even if it's a mouth full of Thin Mints. Huh, totally typed Think Mints there (before I corrected it).

*Hmm, the evil GS might be able to sell even more if they called them Think Mints and marketed them as cookies that make you smarter.  Who's going to tell them they're wrong?  All they have to do is slap that little note that says something about the FDA not evaluating the claim or whatever it is and they're good.

* I talk way too much about Thin Mints.  Damn you, Girl Scouts!  Damn you! (again, Stephen Colbert's voice).

*BTW, the day after I wrote the above (you do keep a draft RTT post, right?) about the whole moving the stuffed animals to the dresser thing ended.  I went to kiss him good night and they were back in their normal spot on the bed.  I asked what happened and he told me they were lonely and missed him. Not so grown up after all.  Yay.

*After I called myself Judgy McJudgerson last week, I realized that, since I live in Germany, I really should have called myself something more along the lines of Baroness von Judgenstein.  Doesn't that have a cool ring to it?  Of course in German they'd pronounce it  fon Youd-ghen-steen, which kind of takes away some of it's coolness.  Still, I like it!  From now on you may all address me as Baroness.  Like the Baroness in the Sound of Music, only with a far less bitchy attitude sometimes.

*Hey, why is it that when you say Rosetta Stone (and who doesn't talk about the Rosetta Stone on a regular basis?), most people think of the language program and not the actual stone?  Then when you explain what you meant (because in addition to being a goof, you're a bit of a nerd), they don't make the connection between the names?  I actually had someone ask one time (we were discussing what Indy was studying in school) if the Rosetta Stone was named after the language program.  I fear for our future. Fear.

*Have you ever heard the song You and Me by Milow?  It sounds all pop song cutesy and lovey until you pay attention to the lyrics.  I've italicized  some of the weirder bits:

I wish you smelled a little funny
Not just funny really bad
We could roam the streets forever
Just like cats but we'd never stray

I sometimes wish you were a mermaid
I could raise you in the tub at home
We could take a swim together
On weekly day trips to the bay

Oh you and met would be only you and me
Oh you and me
It would be only you and me

I wish you were a little bigger
Not just big but really fat
Doors you would no longer fit through
In my bed you would have to stay


I often wish that you had feathers
I'd keep you in a giant cage
All day long I'd sit and watch you
I'd sing for you and that would be okay

People say there are plenty of fish
In the sea, baby, all I do is wish

I wish you were a little slower
Not just slow but paralyzed
Then I could plug you into a socket
So you could never run away

I really wish that you were smaller
Not just small but really really short
So I could put you in my pocket
And carry you around all day

Holy hell!  How freaking insane is that song?  Someone should get Milow some therapy.

*I realized the other day that I should change the name of my blog to Mom in High Heels' Random Thoughts because that's about all I blog lately.  Darn it.  I feel like I don't have much to say though.  I'm not a decorating blog or an inspirational blog or a product review blog or anything like that, and there are some days I just don't know what to say.  It sucks.

*However!  I realized I have many unfinished drafts from our cruise back in 2010.  The last one I posted was Rome and I still have posts from Pisa, Corsica and Ville Franche/Monaco that need to be edited and posted.  I also have days 3 and 4 of the trip to Paris Indy and I took in June.  I'll be getting those ready to go so I'm not so....boring.


*Wooden iphone cases?  

 *Perhaps next time they'll do one of those old Mad Magazine style folds(remember those?) before actually painting the van.

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