Oddessey2000

The epitome of righteous indignant irritation resides right in my very own life. I am experiencing that very feeling. The pinnacle of silliness also resides right in my very own life. I am experiencing that as well. Before the end of this story I must first tell you the beginning. Several years ago we got Frankey our basset hound as an 8 week old pup for Stephani. Shortly thereafter I taught Frankey to howl with me. In reality I look like a total nut howling to get him to howl with me but I worked hard on this duet. In the past couple of days I put my music instructor hat back on and taught Gio (my 15 month old) to howl with Frankey and I. I was VERY excited to show Mary our new trio. Unfortunately he mastered it yesterday, and Mary was not available to see it. This morning Gio woke up cranky. Hence, It was just a bit ago that the Musical act was ready to perform. I got Frankey going but Gio was distracted. When I turned away to pick something up from the floor and get Gio's attention, Katie snapped Gio up off the floor and began howling. I told her to stop because I wanted to show it but she continued. Then it happened, All three broke into canine song. Mary thought it was very cute. I was outraged (maybe too strong a word but....) Hence the first sentences of this post. I am so irritated. I worked to teach em to howl with me and someone comes along and steals my spotlight. I also feel tremendously silly to be feeling that irritated. I expect that both feelings are valid but honestly I don't care about the silly. That was my thunder, and I wanted it. I wanted to sing as part of MY trio. How do you think Beethoven would have felt if his little brother came up and directed his best symphony in front of the King before Beethoven got the chance. In a time in America where good jobs are non-existent and profound accomplishments elude me daily, I find myself compelled to cling to these minor triumphs. What think you my readers?

Frankey is my buddy. I would say Frankey is my dog, but I gave him as a gift to my daughter stephani for her 16th Birthday last year, so technically he is her dog. Even though he sleeps in MY bed, and I feed him most of the time, and I let him give me licks in the chops, and I Take him for car rides. Oh wait...I better not go there....I am the one who hasn't gotten Steph her licence yet. Anyhow....as usual I digress. I started this entry with one original point in mind and I suppose I should actually address that point shouldn't I? I mean that is what you are hear for. So to try to reign in my meanderings I will shoot for my point.

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Aimfight reads your position in the social network of AIM buddies, and compares you to an opponent. Compares you in terms of how many high-rated buddies you have. Play now before people starts whoring out their lists, thereby ruining it for everyone. If you want to know more about Aimfight there is an information page with explanations of what it all is and what its about. I think its just something silly to kill a few minutes anyhow.


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