This Blog Censored!

True. My wife Wendy who proofreads all my blogs before they appear here thought my latest post about a few recent trips to the doctor (nothing serious) was too personal. But it was funny.

So I’ll ramble on about other recent events instead.

Could talk about our little dog Doogie. Last week he was barking furiously downstairs in the middle of the night. I rushed down to see what creature or intruder he had surprised only to find our mutt nonchalantly circling our living room. He looked surprised to see me. Then it was as if he said, “Wow, you’re up too? Well, as long as you’re up, why don’t you let me out” as he strolled to the door.

Here’s something odd. Another rant I wrote about our dog, Dogging The Dog, was visited quite often by web surfers from overseas, particularly the United Kingdom. Why? “Dogging” is British slang for engaging in sexual acts in semi-private places—cars, movie theatres, parks, etc. or watching the same. What “Dogging the Dog” meant in that context I don’t know, but whatever it was sounds pretty perverted if you ask me. Shame on you Brits.

Oh, the bees I wrote about a couple weeks ago? They won. I bought another mailbox and attached it to a different part of my house. This exasperated a friend of mine who e-mailed me, “Now what kind of self-respecting home-owner are you, losing a battle with the bees. That is too pathetic to even comment on. And spending money for a new mailbox? I’m starting to think I don’t know you anymore.”

So I tallied up the score for him in my bee war: A bottle of insecticide that attached to my hose so I could spray the nest ($12). A re-fill of the same when that didn’t work ($10). About five cans of cheaper “kills on contact” spray ($2 to $4 each). A plastic bee trap that is supposed to attract the bees from the nest ($10). I saw one bee checking out the trap from the outside. No bees trapped.

All this money and effort hardly put a dent in my bee population so . . . one new mailbox ($12). Problem solved. My buddy is a literature professor and has been a bookworm going back to our high school days. I said to him, “You’ve must have read the phrase, ‘throwing good money after bad.’” Hence, the mailbox.

After another catastrophic football loss by my beloved Michigan football team on Saturday, some have noted that this is the fourth straight loss for the U of M since the death of former head football coach and U of M legend Bo Schembechler. So some fellow Wolverine fans and myself are going to try to resurrect Bo this week to stop the losing. We’ve never done anything like this before so anything can happen. If you notice ALL the dead walking around later this week, we screwed up.

Speaking of screw-ups, I tried to tamper with my computer—me of little computer knowledge. My son Scott had received a picture of his Russian family he stayed with when a student abroad. When I tried to re-program the computer so it would open the FotoCanvas file, I inadvertently made it so ALL my programs now open with FotoCanvas. I tried to do a “restore” to fix it but even my restore program opened in FotoCanvas. So I just have internet access right now. Oh, and the Fotocanvas program didn’t make the picture appear either.

Scott also mentioned something else which is pertinent since it’s 9/11 or thereabouts. We Americans sometimes forget that there are terrorists operating in other countries that we never hear about. Scott found out that about a train bombing in Russia that happened on the same rail line he had traveled on about a month earlier. Sixty people were injured, six critically.

Kinda puts my FotoCanvas, bee, Bo and dog problems in perspective, doesn’t it.