Life I ain’t good at fake lashes every time I wear high heels I fall Shawshank, February 23, 2026 Good morning my friends. Podrick wasn’t too bad, we’re starting to gray-rock him. He makes a sound or does something – do nothing. I guess maybe it was kind of worked. I mostly dozed, but it was a little anxiety inducing. Yeah, it’s different. It’ll be something to get used to doing until we’ve retrained… Continue Reading
Life She’s on the highest dose of Prozac a woman can take Shawshank, February 22, 2026 The forces of the morning (and Podrick) tire me from my slumber early this morning. I tried ignoring him. I really did. Finally I put him out of the bedroom, and listened to him throwing his shoulder against the door like a Terminator, and I was John Conner. Eventually, he gave up. For a while.… Continue Reading
Life She set it all on fire, and if there’s one thing that she learned Shawshank, February 21, 2026 Yep, up early again. It’s really not Podrick’s fault this morning. I kinda just woke up. My sinus’ are stuffed up, so it’s hard if not impossible to breathe through my nose, I have a slight headache. Podrick was doing Podrick things, but he wasn’t the main cause this morning. Of course you get out… Continue Reading
Life You like my gin and tonic kisses, ’cause you know they taste so sweet Shawshank, February 20, 2026 Podrick is getting better, mostly, in the morning. He was just a little bit Podrick. He knocked down the box of Q-Tips, and that’s what really woke me up. So I rolled out of bed. I guess it’s time to start the day. It’s still freakin cold out there. It’s almost the weekend. I’m still… Continue Reading
Life The drinks keep comin’, throw my head back laughin’ Shawshank, February 19, 2026 The snow has finally stopped. What hasn’t stopped in a couple of day; the freakin wind. It’s -5°, but with the wind chill, it’s -25°. And that’s in freedom units. So yeah, totes cold. What was too warm this morning, the bed. Plus as per usual, I was stuffed up. So that ment the last… Continue Reading
Life Stand on the bar, stomp your feet, start clappin’ Shawshank, February 18, 2026 Good morning everyone. It looks like the wind has died down, and some snow fell overnight. The supposed to snow all day into the early evening. It’ll just be annoying through out the course of the evening. We’ll (probably me) will have to do some shovelling outside at work. Yesterday’s shift wasn’t too bad. Everyone… Continue Reading