At least, that’s what WordPress called it when I failed to title it yesterday, so, 265 it is! Seems like a good number. A number worthy of bullets? Why the hell not?!?!

• Tonks is either going through adolesence or her terrible twos. I have no idea. She just turned 1 a while back. She’s never been a perfectly trained dog (that’s way too boring), but she was good about not barking inside, not biting, and we had been making progress on the jumping issue. Now, however, it’s like she’s taken speed sometime while she’s alone during the day. She barks at every damn person who walks by our window (or the people she imagines outside our window). She is CONSTANTLY jumping on me and JS, and her “playful” mood quickly turns into biting (not angry biting, or vicious biting, just very playful biting). And I don’t know what to do about it. We put her behind the baby gate. We squirt her with a water/lemon juice mix. We reward good behavior….but nothing seems to work. Is it time for real training?
• I had an interesting conversation with a colleague about religion (specifically, fundamentalist Evangelicalism). I considered writing another post on it, but I feel like I’ve written about my religious past a lot lately, and it took way too much effort to come up with a new angle. I will, however, relay this part. When I was young, maybe 10, up through high school, I used to have these vivid dreams….or rather, not the dreams, but the awakenings. I’d wake up with my heart pounding, face down in an almost bowing position, convinced that the rapture had happened and I had been left out of it. I was SO SURE of it. I had so much guilt over all of my “sins” that I was convinced I’d never be good enough for heaven. I’d actually get up and peek into my parent’s room those mornings; seeing them still asleep would reassure me that I hadn’t been condemned for eternity just yet. And that? Is pretty jacked up, ya know?
• Last night’s dream was not so dramatic. I dreamed that I was in a room full of donuts, and JS kept trying to eat the ones I picked out. I woke up and was really pissed about the lack of donut situation.
• JS and I have been on completely different schedules since we got back from Maui. This week he’s working until 9PM 3 nights, and then he goes to a work retreat on Sunday until Wednesday. We hardly see each other and it’s pretty weird. I’ve totally forgotten what it is I used to do when I lived alone. What’s even more weird? JS and I don’t spend each second together when we are home at the same time. We often do separate things. But just knowing that he’s not around kinda throws me, I guess. Pathetic, I know. (Oh, wait! I know what I did! I watched TV! But, it’s the off season, so I got nuttin.)
• My dad is the person I was writing about before, the “woman” who’d had a heart attack. He’s doing OK. No surgery required (for the time being at least). He’s actually had more than 1 heart attack, but all very small. So he’s on a very strict diet, has a better exercise regime, and I think is taking blood thinners. I’m glad he’s OK.

(Hey, look! I made it to 5 bullets without even trying! I ROCK!!!)