Sorry Everyone

Just wanted to tell everyone that I will be away for a while.

Take care,

Kip

An Idea is Born


Our Simple Subject Starts off with a Tiny Thought.

It Then Grows into Something even bigger.

Before long, the idea hit's his tiny brain and once again,
He is ready to blog.

Legendary Dog Catcher Status

There has been a hound that travels around our city with two of her full grown pups. She has escaped the past five dog catchers and wondered around free for 3 years now. Well, guess who took her in today along with one of her pups? If you guessed "Kip The Bounty Hunter" you are correct sir or maddame.

Early this morning I drove up to an abandoned house and noticed some movement inside. I had my trusty sidekick Chuck with me so I told him to take the back door and I'd take the front. When I popped inside all three hounds were standing there. One of them rushed pass me and got out, but I cornered the other two.

The mother hound gave me no trouble at all while I put her in the cage. "Grab her pup," I said to Chuck. He reached down and the pup tried to take a bite out of him. I've never seen someone jerk their hand back that fast. LOL. I finally had to loop the dog with my stick and put him in the cage.

We are legendary at city hall today. No one could believe we caught them.

I went down several times today and tried to make friends with the dogs. The mother hound will let me get in the pen with her. She even came up to me and licked my hand and let me pet her. She is a real survivor, she knows how to make it on her own, provide for her family and survive on the street. I have a lot of respect for her and if we can make friends, I might just take her home with me. I know I could never put anything to sleep with that much heart.

As for the other pups in the pound I have really been sturggling and hustling to find them a home.

Kippy

My Homemade Cookies are the Breast... Uh, Best.

Well, it was a bit nipply outside last night and I thought I would makes some warm, homemade cookies. Little did I know they were going to turn out like this.

That's the last time I use the mini hershey's kisses. LOL.



It was an accident, I swear. I'm just glad I wasn't serving them to company last night.

Heavy Metal Kid From Hell

If you were to look at my high school pics (which by the way I will never be releasing to the public. lol.) you would probably never recognize me.

Imagine this, it's the mid to late 80's and a kid in a Megadeth t-shirt, ripped jeans, and snake skin boots is walking down the street with his guitar case. Mind you, my town has a population of under 2,000 and this is a very strange site for the neighbors.

Anyways, the kid walks up to a house and a little old lady greets him at the door with a violin and ask him to come inside. The door closes and neighbors stare out their windows in curiosity.

Yep, this kid was me and I wasn't always the level headed, clean cut fellow I am today. Heehee. I was a heavy metal kid.

When heavy metal came about a group of misfits and I decided we would start a band. They needed a guitar player and decided I would be it. I knew nothing about the guitar, but decided to learn. I bought an old electric model and began banging around on it, but didn't even know what a chord was. After some searching, I found a lady that lived in town who knew here music well. She was a member of the Arkansas Symphony Orchastra and could play several different insturments. She even has a son who is in a rock band, so she said she'd give me lessons at $7 a lesson. And let me tell ya, she was awsome.

I can remember scraping all my quarters and pennies together every week just to go and play along with her and her violin. I wasn't learning any heavy metal but I was definatly learing how to read the music as I picked out the classical songs on my guitar. But when the weekend came, I put away my Bethoven and it was all metallica, megadeth and Motley Crue.

My band never made it to the big time, or even to a big garage, but I definatly had a lot of fun the few years we played and I'll never forget the little old lady who taught me how to become a heavy metal kid from hell.

Questions?

I had a long conversation with someone this weekend about blogging. They said that a blogger leads a secret life and should be discussing issues with family members or spouses instead of people they have met through their blogs. They also said it is a form of cheating on your spouse, because you are confiding in members of the opposite sex at times instead of them.

My comment was that blogging is like therapy. You go and talk about anything you want and get it all out of your system. You also get great comments and advice from new friends who you don't run into in person on a daily basis. A blog is a stress reliever and something that you run yourself and belongs just to you. It's your little piece of mind and mini vacation from the world.

I don't think I changed the other person's mind about blogging, but that's okay. I was just wondering how you, my friends and readers, feel about their blogs? Do you share more of your feelings on your blog or with family and friends? Do you feel it is a form of cheating on your spouse?

I'd really love to hear your comments.

Hope everyone is having a great day!

Kippy

Victim of a Radical Group?

Well, I just got a call a little while ago to bring in some more dogs. I met an officer in the location and took in two. When I reached the pound it was getting dark outside. I noticed all my puppies had been moved into one kennel. On the door was a note that read something like this: To who ever,

You need to let the dogs out of the pound. Dogs should be roaming free and not locked up. If you don't, you are going to be fined a lot of money. You could try to find them a home.

Signed, The Puppy Examiners.

I do believe some kids did this because there were several grammatical errors and a lot of left out words. Heck, they even mispelled the name of their organization. And if they were very smart, they would read the paper. I list the dogs that I have in the pound each week and put in pics of them. I even contact all shelters in the state to try and find them homes.

If the organization strikes again, I am going to leave them a little note on the kennel telling them to read their paper and the reason the dogs are in there in the first place is because they are roaming free and there is an ordinance against that. Either that or I'm going to hide in a tree and shoot them in the butt with my dart gun. I haven't decided yet.

Tagged

I have been tagged by my buddy Jen. She says I must list 8 points to my perfect lover. Then I have to name the sex of my lover and tag 8 more people. I'm not sure I know 8 people on the site, so if you read this, you are tagged. Heehee.

Here goes:

1. They must be willing to put up with me

2. A sense of humor is a must

3. Must give me my space. I like to have a little time to myself.

4. No nymphos. I like sex, but not all the time.

5. Must have pretty eyes and feet. Those are my fetishes.

6. I like ticklish girls, too. They are fun to torment.

7. Must love kids and be willing to have a lot of them.

8. Must be willing to grow with me as I try to acheive more in life.

And: This would be my red hot momma.


Your turn!

A Very sucky day
(ASR)

Man, I am glad this day is over. I am totally exausted. It seemed like everything just went wrong today.

First of all, the Mayor had my buddy Chuck and I picking up the entire town. We have some important guest coming tomorrow and there were no inmates available so we got elected for the job.

Chuck and I picked up trash on our main highway for hours and when we were done, we went to replace a flag on our city's welcome sign. As we were pulling away, Queen's "Another One bites the Dust" comes on the radio and we get all pumped up. I tied part of the old flag around my head and began to sing. Chuck and I were really belting it out, too, then I looked at the speedometor we had just hit 80mph, thats when I noticed my dog carrier in the back of the truck. It began to rise up as the wind blew and flew out of the truck. We had to pull over, turn around and get it. It was all busted up, too. We decided to listen to a little mellower song after that.

When we went to dump the trash, we had the dumpster overloaded so we tried to mash the lid down to make it fit. I raised myself up off the ground and accidentally got too close to the dumpster. Well, the lid caught the front of my pants and smashed the end of my weiner.*blush* I was in some serious pain. Chuck was laughing his butt off, though. Good friend, huh? I probably needed to fill out an accident report on it, but I just don't know how I could face the people back at the office and explain it, so I sucked it up and kept on working.

when I finally got home I decided not to leave the house and I would be ok. yeah right, I was cooking some hamburger meat and the grease popped me right in the eyeball. Things looked a little blurry for a while, but I think I am ok now.

As the optimist says- tomorrow is another day. hopefully it will be much better.

Kippy