ain't no running from karma

My Grandma has always told me that if you spend your life doing good things for other people that good things will come back to you. And, I believe her too. Fostering healthy, loving and honest relationships with the people who love you will, in turn, bring healthy, loving and honest things your way.

I wonder sometimes about the other side of this karmic coin. How immediately can a fleeting and insincere sentiment come back to knock you straight in your high faluting britches?

At the grocery store yesterday I was approached by a boyscout selling some kind of coupon book. I declined to buy one because a.)I'm horrible with coupons, I almost never remember or care enough to use them and b.)I'd rather spend my last $10 bill on a 12 pack of beer. Actually, I didn't even decline outright...I told him to catch me on my way out after I'd gotten some cash from the check-out. This was complete hogwash; I wasn't getting any cash. I was a woman on a mission, determined to make the last $10 in my wallet get me through the approaching festivities of the evening to come. The only thing I needed or wanted was beer.

I think I got exactly what I deserved when I hastily exited from the opposite end of the parking lot, avoiding eye contact with the enterprising and fully uniformed little scout. As I was practically throwing the 12 pack of pristine Redhook ESBs into the back seat of my car, the cardboard handle on the box ripped and as it slid out of my hand and onto the blacktop a veritable fountain of beer exploded all over the backseat of my car, the door of the shiny black Lexus parked next to me, and my be-sandled feet. In a fluster of embarrassment I quickly tossed the undamaged bottles into the car and ran the box full of shattered glass and foaming beer to the dumpster right next to where the little scout was peddling his coupons.

I felt like an immoral drunkard, stumbling over the idealistic dreams of America's future. The little boy and his father just looked at me with shame and contempt as I hurried, sheepish and redfaced back to my car racing to avoid the wrath of the yuppie attached to that black, now beer soaked, Lexus.

The Moral of this Story: Just buy the fucking coupon book and avoid the guilt, you alchie!


In other news, I just saw PingPong eat a poo-covered rock fresh from his bum. If that doesn't make you want to go out and get yourself an aquatic reptile soon, I don't know what will.

Oh wait, yes I do! How about some pictures of our beloved Poo-Pong (as he's now affectionately known)?


What's for dinner, lady?


Bubble-nose nap


Okay, I have one more thing to comment on before the weekend comes to a close here at Brinki*Dink and that is the absolutely fabulous new pair of earrings that my fantastically talented friend Allison Evans made for me. These earrings are made from labrodite which is a protective stone, banishing insecurities and fears. It promotes trust in the universe synthesizing intellectual thoughts with intuitive wisdom. It's a useful companion through change and protective while traveling alone. Does this woman know me or what?

Ta-Da!



Aren't they beautiful? Allison is a gem, seriously the girl is overflowing with talent in fashion, art and now jewelry design. And, her boyfriend, the perfect setting for this sparkling gem, is just as talented in this newfound art they are exploring together. They have lots more of where this came from so, if you're interested in owning a custom piece made from powerful crystals and gems just holla at your girl and I'll get you in touch with the right peeps. (Nos, I hope you don't mind me pimping your shiz on my website!)