I have decided that it would be much easier to start writing down my thoughts as they occur. This way it will be easier to write! Ha! Not so easy for an only child. I have several thoughts and conversations (yes, with myself and imaginary people) several times a day. So instead it might be easier if I just wrote down the highlights. Even then, I think everything I say is witty and noteworthy -- I think it's that only child thing again.
So today was a rather busy day. The highlights were gym, Samson's grooming, Trader Joe's, Dentist, board meeting, and Farmer's Market. I'm sure some of you are thinking that, that is not so busy. To which I say, "Hey, I'm on Summer Vacation and more than one thing in a day is busy for me!"
So we start off the day at the gym. Zumba Class...I can shake it! 'Nuff said.
Then I drive overly furry boy to get a grooming in Salinas - that's an hour away for those of you unfamiliar with my area. I know it seems a bit extreme to drive one hour for a groomer. I'm sure you're thinking something along the lines of, "Damn, that must be one hell of a groomer in order to drive an hour!" My response...Nope, I just live in the middle of nowhere. Oh, and it's all highway miles - isn't that what you're supposed to say when your car has a million miles on it?
After dropping off Samson, who was scared as hell that another dog wanted to sniff his ass. His back legs were actually shaking! I mean isn't that what dog's do? Sniff each other's asses. That's like a handshake right? Great, I have the Howie Mandel of the dog world, minus the fame and fortune. Oh, so anyway, after dropping off Mr. Shaky Pants, I went back to the Dentist. This time to check how my 'restoration' was. Restoration...that's a fancy term for filling. You remember, last week I went to see Dr. Liar Dentist who said they could no longer give me my drug of choice. Well anyway, all I had to say was that it felt fine and he thought that was great. I didn't have to even open my mouth for him to check it. Yup, he soo did NOT want to deal with my crazy ass. Don't blame him.
Then I went out to Trader Joe's -- LOVE that place! While there I found Salt Water Taffy! I was sooo excited. I LOVE that stuff. It takes me back to being a kid at Cedar Point. Before we left there we always bought a box of salt water taffy. They had the best! Which is ironic since it's on a fresh water lake and there is no salt water nearby. So, I bought some. I tried some and was disappointed that it wasn't as good as I hoped it would be.
Then there was Target. I have a few theories on clothing and dressing rooms. Theory 1 -- the clothing makers are shrinking the clothes. What I mean is that a 6 from say 10 years ago is now currently marked as an 8 -- this is only the case for women of course. For men a M from 10 years ago is currently a S. You see it is a giant conspiracy to make women feel fat and crappy and make men feel good with their ever growing guts. Theory 2 -- dressing room mirrors are made at the same place that fun house mirrors are made. Yup, they are made to make women look FAT! I even think they added a few rolls...BASTARDS. Hmmm, IF theory 1 is true then maybe I should go into the men's dressing room. It should then shave off a roll or two. I think I will try this next time I'm trying on clothing.
Then a few more events happened which did not result in any more profound thoughts until I picked Samson up. The boy suddenly found confidence. He walked out of the groomers greeting everyone he saw. I seriously thought I had the wrong dog. I even checked his eyes -- one has an old injury which resulted in a cataract. Yup, I had the right dog. So the weirdo likes being bald...go figure.
I know this is getting long, but I have more to say so hang in there.
Ah, now off to the King City Farmer's Market. I need lettuce and my usual spring mix f(AKA cute veggie guy) usually throws in a few free veggies...BASTARD was no where to be found! Now I am forced to buy my lettuce mix at Safeway and God only knows what kind(s) of pesticide(s) I may ingest. If I die of some weird disease...soooo his fault. On a happy note, the Strawberry guy (yes, organic strawberries) threw in free blueberries and white raspberries. Finally, I was paying for some white nectarines and the guy next to me looked in my wallet as I was getting out money! I mean really???? Yes, not only did he look he commented on the amount of money I had in it...to ME! He said, "You have a lot of money. You're rich." I responded, "Yes, rich like Paris Hilton, only I'm not as trashy." And no my friends, he was not hitting on me. He was old -- ok and if he was....GROSS!
Then I continued to drive around town, I was admiring all the new sidewalks. The town received a grant for Safe Schools Route. So money came in to install sidewalks, because as everyone knows, sidewalks will keep kids safer than figuring out how to keep them out of gangs and killing each other!
The board meeting. Apparently it started at 6, I thought it started at 6:30...oops. At every board meeting I have been at -- and I have been at quite a few -- someone asks the Assistant Superintendent of Business (fancy name for dude who deals with the money) a question about the budget, and the 'person' cannot answer?????? So today someone asked him a finance question. Don't ask me what it was I was having a rousing conversation in my head with Lady Gaga about the arts in schools. So the head finance dude then throws the question out to a lady in the audience. Of course she could answer it. Later I find out that the lady is actually this 'person's' Karl Rove. After that, each time a question was asked we could hear her saying the answer and then he would repeat it...freaky!
One final thought. It is said that you should do what you love. I have discovered 2 things today. I love writing. If I could quit my job and just write what's in my brain - as scary as that is - I would do it in a heartbeat. Thing 2 I would love to not know shit, be able to ask my Karl Rove and get paid a buttload of money doing it!
So today was a rather busy day. The highlights were gym, Samson's grooming, Trader Joe's, Dentist, board meeting, and Farmer's Market. I'm sure some of you are thinking that, that is not so busy. To which I say, "Hey, I'm on Summer Vacation and more than one thing in a day is busy for me!"
So we start off the day at the gym. Zumba Class...I can shake it! 'Nuff said.
Then I drive overly furry boy to get a grooming in Salinas - that's an hour away for those of you unfamiliar with my area. I know it seems a bit extreme to drive one hour for a groomer. I'm sure you're thinking something along the lines of, "Damn, that must be one hell of a groomer in order to drive an hour!" My response...Nope, I just live in the middle of nowhere. Oh, and it's all highway miles - isn't that what you're supposed to say when your car has a million miles on it?
After dropping off Samson, who was scared as hell that another dog wanted to sniff his ass. His back legs were actually shaking! I mean isn't that what dog's do? Sniff each other's asses. That's like a handshake right? Great, I have the Howie Mandel of the dog world, minus the fame and fortune. Oh, so anyway, after dropping off Mr. Shaky Pants, I went back to the Dentist. This time to check how my 'restoration' was. Restoration...that's a fancy term for filling. You remember, last week I went to see Dr. Liar Dentist who said they could no longer give me my drug of choice. Well anyway, all I had to say was that it felt fine and he thought that was great. I didn't have to even open my mouth for him to check it. Yup, he soo did NOT want to deal with my crazy ass. Don't blame him.
Then I went out to Trader Joe's -- LOVE that place! While there I found Salt Water Taffy! I was sooo excited. I LOVE that stuff. It takes me back to being a kid at Cedar Point. Before we left there we always bought a box of salt water taffy. They had the best! Which is ironic since it's on a fresh water lake and there is no salt water nearby. So, I bought some. I tried some and was disappointed that it wasn't as good as I hoped it would be.
Then there was Target. I have a few theories on clothing and dressing rooms. Theory 1 -- the clothing makers are shrinking the clothes. What I mean is that a 6 from say 10 years ago is now currently marked as an 8 -- this is only the case for women of course. For men a M from 10 years ago is currently a S. You see it is a giant conspiracy to make women feel fat and crappy and make men feel good with their ever growing guts. Theory 2 -- dressing room mirrors are made at the same place that fun house mirrors are made. Yup, they are made to make women look FAT! I even think they added a few rolls...BASTARDS. Hmmm, IF theory 1 is true then maybe I should go into the men's dressing room. It should then shave off a roll or two. I think I will try this next time I'm trying on clothing.
Then a few more events happened which did not result in any more profound thoughts until I picked Samson up. The boy suddenly found confidence. He walked out of the groomers greeting everyone he saw. I seriously thought I had the wrong dog. I even checked his eyes -- one has an old injury which resulted in a cataract. Yup, I had the right dog. So the weirdo likes being bald...go figure.
I know this is getting long, but I have more to say so hang in there.
Ah, now off to the King City Farmer's Market. I need lettuce and my usual spring mix f(AKA cute veggie guy) usually throws in a few free veggies...BASTARD was no where to be found! Now I am forced to buy my lettuce mix at Safeway and God only knows what kind(s) of pesticide(s) I may ingest. If I die of some weird disease...soooo his fault. On a happy note, the Strawberry guy (yes, organic strawberries) threw in free blueberries and white raspberries. Finally, I was paying for some white nectarines and the guy next to me looked in my wallet as I was getting out money! I mean really???? Yes, not only did he look he commented on the amount of money I had in it...to ME! He said, "You have a lot of money. You're rich." I responded, "Yes, rich like Paris Hilton, only I'm not as trashy." And no my friends, he was not hitting on me. He was old -- ok and if he was....GROSS!
Then I continued to drive around town, I was admiring all the new sidewalks. The town received a grant for Safe Schools Route. So money came in to install sidewalks, because as everyone knows, sidewalks will keep kids safer than figuring out how to keep them out of gangs and killing each other!
The board meeting. Apparently it started at 6, I thought it started at 6:30...oops. At every board meeting I have been at -- and I have been at quite a few -- someone asks the Assistant Superintendent of Business (fancy name for dude who deals with the money) a question about the budget, and the 'person' cannot answer?????? So today someone asked him a finance question. Don't ask me what it was I was having a rousing conversation in my head with Lady Gaga about the arts in schools. So the head finance dude then throws the question out to a lady in the audience. Of course she could answer it. Later I find out that the lady is actually this 'person's' Karl Rove. After that, each time a question was asked we could hear her saying the answer and then he would repeat it...freaky!
One final thought. It is said that you should do what you love. I have discovered 2 things today. I love writing. If I could quit my job and just write what's in my brain - as scary as that is - I would do it in a heartbeat. Thing 2 I would love to not know shit, be able to ask my Karl Rove and get paid a buttload of money doing it!