bookerdog.com

So I’ve been dealing with trying to get all of the archives working. And everything except the main archive page has republished. Blogger claims that one possibility to fix this is to upload a new post. So here you go.

Just to make it worthwhile, here’s a picture of Beth after she finished her half marathon.

Booker digs our shag, man
Originally uploaded by Bookerdog

Spiffy!

How cool is this new layout? Tim surprised me tonight with the new digs here at bookerdog.com… Thanks, baby!

OK, so, some highlights. You’ll notice Tim’s and my Twitter Updates at right. If you don’t know about Twitter, you have to check it out, friends! I want to know what’s going on with you — 180 characters or less at a time! Just think: you might actually use a couple of those 100s of text messages you’re allowed a month!

You’ll also find some updated links on the right. I highly recommend the unbelievable insights of my friend JT at his fantastic site, The Sauerbrun Report.

So no more clicking on this site with that look of yearning like Bookerdog up there, OK? We’re back!

Waiting boys
Originally uploaded by Bookerdog

I know! It’s been too long! Sorry about that.

No real excuse except that it was summer and we were busy. And busy-ness does not make for many interesting stories. But! As you can see above, we have a kindergartener now!

I’m really kinda jazzed about starting to post again, though. Tim has a fun new masthead designed and I’ve got all kinds of crazy ideas for the site. Let’s see how long it takes to get them going — start your stopwatches! They keep going for, oh, about 2 years, right?

There’s no doubt that this place is getting pretty dusty. I mean, Coco’s eyes (RIP, my sista) are stiill over there, Elliott’s eyes have never made it, and I swear that you can tell Tim’s and my eyes are fat eyes. I still use the links on the right way too much — I should probably branch out to other sites. But then, hey! Miss Doxie is posting again! Hooray!

Our family ca. last Thanksgiving

Happy Valentine’s Day, Internet! Click me.

Did I mention that we got to see the Cardinals win the World Series last fall?

That was good.

On days like today, when I’m so sick that the thought of entering the grocery store is enough to make me weep, I like to keep this memory close. And then I knock off the bottle of tomato juice next to the accursed cranberry juice that I need and it breaks all over the grocery store linoleum.

What the hell, Tuesday?

Do you ever feel completely overwhelmed by the responsibility for little lives and what in the world would you do if everything went wrong?

I hate Boston.