Yeah, I've got nothing else going on in my life so I talk about my dog... A LOT. That and I don't get out much....It's his fault! I am, by nature, a person who likes to enjoy life and take it easy. You know, relax...a lot...maybe too much! So as much as I like to lounge around, Samson does it 10 times better than me. I mean he was so lazy today I had to carry him outside to go to the bathroom. Then upon re-entry (to the house) he took off to the bedroom, with his treat in mouth and never bothered to eat. That led to vomit on the new brown couch...again -- but I'll talk more about that later. So at this point, with Samson's approval and mentoring, I'm pretty sure I haven't left the house in a few days. In my defense, I A) have taken a shower everyday -- I may like to relax, but I also enjoy being clean. and B) I was ill yesterday. I contemplated not going to the gym this evening, ya know recovery from yesterday's illness. But then Dianna -- curse her -- texted me back and I will meet her there. Thankfully, it's only one class.


So the dog gets it into his head that he doesn't need to eat, or he is waiting for the good stuff in the evening -- wet food. Either way it's annoying. First of all, the food just sits there all day. Secondly, and more importantly, this lack of eating leads to an upset stomach and a build up of bile or something. Anyway, the dog vomits. And lately this has happened on the new couch. I mean, come on...hit the old couch. No one sees that one and you can't tell one stain from another. At least today he did it all over -- and I do mean all over -- a new throw pillow. That was an easy solution; throw it in a washer. I don't buy the super fancy, silky, embroidered or otherwise embellished pillows. One must think about drool stains. If you ask me the whole reason for pillows is to rest your pretty little head on and take a nap. And yes, I drool therefore, I must take this into account when purchasing these things. So in the end, the pillow went into the washer and I made him eat.


Now for something a little deep. I am a runner. Not in the sense that I go out --- I just told you I hadn't been out in days -- but one that tends to run away from sticky situations and problems. Within the last year I have stopped running -- and living on 'Survival Mode' as my therapist put it. Last year was my 20th High School Reunion. I grew up and graduated in the Detroit, MI area. Via Facebook -- which I made fun of for the longest time and am now an addict myself -- I have reconnected with many. This has been both fun and interesting. Fun in the sense that I am reconnecting with some good people and interesting in the fact that I am becoming friends with some that I hardly ever spoke to. I am realizing that good people are out there. I have had a few offers from 'new friends' to stay with them when I come into town. This has touched me, mainly I think because only one family member -- and the majority of my family is in the area -- has extended that offer to me. So I guess this means that I am beginning to make better choices in the people I want to be surrounded by and whom I call 'friends'.