due to the move, i haven't been posting much lately. I can't promise that it will pick up after the move, but we'll see, won't we. the move is now a week away, and stress levels are needless to say high.

we had to put elektra to sleep this morning. it's the hardest thing i've ever had to do. i'm very sad, and when i'm sad, i'm not exactly eloquent. i woke up this morning remembering the times before jack was born when the beginning of my day consisted of siouxs! getting into the shower after letting the dogs come into our room, and having melne curled up in the crook of my legs and elektra in front of my face. she really was a sweet dog, even if not to everyone. she loved me and siouxs! and even got along pretty well with jack, who in the last few weeks took to pulling her hair something terrible.

thankfully, we found a home for melne. it was hard enough to take one dog in for such a grim task, two would have been impossible.

i haven't had a hit on either blog in three days, so there's little point in posting, but here goes.

gerald ford died of grief for james brown. since these things always happen in threes, tomorrow, someone nationally recognizable has to die. it wil also be someone with a very basic word for a last name. tomorrow, anne rice dies choking on a velvet ruffle.

it is wonderful to me that james brown's death is garnering as much attention as ford's. i mean, it should. ford wasn't president for even a full term, while james brown has been the godfather of soul for forty years. there are no term limits for that position; it is a lifetime appointment.

listen to some bootsy collins today. he was, ironically enough, bass player for both james brown and gerald ford.

it's going to be ok, tomi rae. don't let them vultures fight you off. you were the one sleeping with a 70 plus year old dude and occasionally getting the shit slapped out of you. you go get what you're due. you're tomi rae brown, whatever the lawyers say.

desmond dekker, 1941-2006