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Sometimes I think fellow bloggers want to see how badly I want to comment and this is why they continue to use blogspot even after their blog has grown bloated with images and content. With my other blog (pointysticks) faced that problem, it was born on blogger and eventually outgrew it. Last night I ended up trying to comment on three different blogs, all huge, all image heavy, all hosted at blogspot, and all took forever for the browser to try to load the darned comments.

Sorry folks, I love you but after timing out and waiting until the cows come home, I just don’t want to comment that badly– besides, the one out of the three that the comments did load– I forgot what I was going to say.

Sadly, I have DSL so if your blog takes over three minutes to load, you might want to consider the options– think of those poor folks missing out on your brilliance because they are limited to dial up.

Speaking of brilliance, I’m cleaning the house today and spinning more of the Shetland. I know, you haven’t even seen the yak yarn I was spinning, because I’m not finished with it, I promise I’ll take update pictures soon.

Actually cleaning is not quite accurate. It started as cleaning, and then mutated into full blown purging. I can’t believe how much stuff there is here that is just simply in the way, taking up real estate, and crowding everyone out. Part of it was that when my Dad was staying with us he brought his whole house full of stuff, and when he left, he left most of his stuff. It’s brutal because I don’t really know what he wants to keep and what he wants to toss, and getting him to come back out here to pick anything up has not been terribly successful. I have to consider the possibility that Dad just doesn’t want to deal with it; so I considered the possibility and after careful consideration concluded that it’s a high probability he simply doesn’t want to deal with it.

Also on the high probability scale is that all this crap will drive me over the edge into some psychotic episode that will end badly for everyone. Well fine, I’ll deal with it then. If he doesn’t like the way I deal with it, I don’t really care at the moment: I don’t really like the way I can’t put my stuff where it belongs because his stuff is in the way. I do however like the calm peaceful feeling of my home when it’s tidy and organized.

Greta thinks all this cleaning is awesome. Especially we start with the fridge, this is where she really shines. So far today her favorites have been slightly dried out hot dogs, left over french fries, and a bit of ham and savory. Freezer burn on the chicken? No problem for Greta, just a little ketsup and cook that baby right in the microwave. Frankly, Greta makes cleaning the fridge completely worthwhile– how did I ever manage before her?

Not that it needed to be disposed of immediately, but we also broke into a jar of pickled hot cherry peppers. I had mine over water crackers, Greta prefers gently tossed in the air. I’ve never seen a dog that likes such spicy food, it must have it’s benefits for her though, because she doesn’t ever have flea or worm problems even when the other dogs in the neighborhood do, so maybe it makes her too spicy for parasites.