Well, the Cubs continue to shred my heart to confetti, but the Bears are doing great in pre-season, so I hover in emotional limbo, as is the normal state of most Chicago sports fans.
Akiro Kurisawa, I hope I spelled that right, is awesome. If you want to watch a great movie, watch Dreams. A problem I have is that when a movie is visually stimulating I have trouble following what's being said. A guy I met on the dating site brought The Waking Life over and I couldn't pay attention to what was being said because the drawing was so compelling to me. Plus I fell asleep because I was laying down and snoring, which he likes to tell me everytime we talk.
Another Monday tomorrow. Most days I'm indifferent to Mondays or glad to be going back to work. I guess that's a sign that I like my job. I've had too many hamburgers this weekend. Not the fast food kind, but the... well, they did cook fast, but I didn't go to a restaurant to get them, I cooked them.
I think I could say that Milo is the love of my life. No one else I know gets happy just because they get to sit next to me on the bed. And there's no one else I would let lay on my stomach. Plus he finally got rid of that puppy breath and now his breath smells like nothing. Seriously! It's the treats I give him. Except when he eats his poo. Then he has poo breath. Today he was pooing and a truck went by so he ran, but the poo was still hanging out of his butt and it put him in a panic. Finally it fell off. I couldn't do anything but watch. But I cleaned it up after and made sure his butt was clean. Stupid truck.
The six trapped miners in Utah. I think they're not alive. I hope I'm wrong. We don't mine where I work, but we do have a few shallow underground tunnels, and we do blast in the 'pit' area [back area] of the quarry. I think any quarry or mine site right now is thinking about those miners as well as the three contractors who died after falling 500 feet down a mine air shaft. MSHA is definitely working overtime this weekend. It's frustrating that rescue is going so slow in Utah, but I guess putting the lives of the rescuers in jeopardy isn't something anyone wants. Updates from MSHA.
Merv Griffin died, and that's sad.
People are shooting other people all over the place and that's sad, too.
The Bears won their pre-season game last night and that makes me a teensy bit happy.
You know what else makes me a little happy? These two guys:
Alex Rieger: It's so quiet up here you can hear yourself think.
"Reverend" Jim Ignatowski: I don't hear anything.
I have big hopes for Milo. I want to register him with the AKC with their Indefinite Listing Privilege, where he'll be able to compete in some of the events, but I won't be able to show him. They have classes in San Antonio that are AKC certified that I'd like to take him to. I still want to get him in the PetSmart class, which I'll be able to do next week. I'm still trying to house train him. He knows that he's supposed to go outside, but he doesn't let himself feel guilty about going on the floor. Especially since poop makes such a fun toy!
Last night I traded my F150 in for a Ranger. [That means big truck for small truck.] My payment went down a little bit and my insurance went down a whopping $6, but I'll probably be saving $30-$40 a week on gas, so that'll be a big difference. Overall I would estimate I'll save about $150/month total. That'll cover my cable/phone/internet bill. I hope.
I'm also going to stop eating out and buying soda from the vending machine. It's $1.15 for a 20 oz. soda! That's ridiculous. Frugality will be my middle name. My last name will remain Baby. Dixie Frugality Baby. Right on.
Last night I was standing at the end of my driveway holding Milo, and a pit bull walked right past us. Pit bulls don't make me scream and run just because they're pit bulls, but I hate to think about Milo running up to that dog and that dog ripping his little throat out. Then animal control was parked across the street with a police car, and they were in that house's backyard with flashlights, but I don't know what they were looking for. I was thinking it may have been that dog. I dunno. I was being nosy, just standing in the front yard staring over there. But I know my neighbors would give me that same courtesy should something go on in my yard.
They're going to start working on the house next to me today. The people who originally bought my house and had it remodeled are doing the same next door. I'm a little jealous because they want to paint the outside a bluish-grey, but then I think about how the outside of my house matches the inside and how my little house has personality. Cha!
I usually delete emails that include the following:
- references to the military, George W. Bush, Bin Laden, etc. Because I was in the military, therefore I don't need to be told how I am supposed to support them or remember what they are going through. I already know. And even though I was never in a hostile environment, I have carried live rounds and pulled guard duty for twelve hours, walking back and forth in front of a brick wall that two men tried to break through. I know that adrenaline runs high when you feel threatened. I know, also, that these people volunteered and although many feel that they shouldn't be 'over there', it is their job and it is what they've been trained for.
- references to God, Jesus et al. Because even though I respect your beliefs, I don't need your email of some cutesy little story and eighteen Precious Moments pictures clogging up my inbox.
- emails that tell me what a great friend I am, what a special woman I am, what great fortune will come to me if I forward the email to seven friends in seven hours or else I'll have seven years of bad luck. Also includes about twelve pictures of Maxine - the old lady from Hallmark cards.
I will read emails that include the following:
- cute animals. Even if I've received the email eight times already, I'll still look at cute animal pictures.
- pictures of kids being bad, like the one kid who stuck all his mom's pads all over himself. That's funny!
- pictures of proms where everyone is dressed like they're on Pimp My Prom.
There are gnats all over my office. I think they're from the dead crickets that are stuck in my ceiling lights. Infestation is a word that runs through my mind frequently. I think I've overcome my deadly fear of crickets, but if one jumps on me I'm still screaming and running around like a freak.
WHY DO I HAVE THE CUTEST PUPPY EVER?!?
It's a curse and a blessing.
I have a date tomorrow! This guy owns books on writing, grammar, language! ME TOO! He's smart. He has tattoos. He looks a teensy bit like Tom Cavanaugh, except cuter. He may have a receding hairline. He has a dog. He said he is "really excited" to meet me. You would think I would learn my lesson and not set myself up for heartbreak but I think I've discovered that I am a hopeless romantic. A cynical, hopeless romantic. Plus I want to have sex. I mean, if the sex is no good, I'm not going to waste time pursuing anything else. MAYBE friendship, but maybe not.
My house is great. I love spending weekends at home. I bought a weed eater/trimmer last night so I can whack weeds tonight. I don't really have grass, so that will suffice. I bought some bookshelves that hang on the wall so I can put my lovely Nancy Drew collection up.
My Zune is being a bastard today. It's playing every song I don't want to listen to right now.
Go lookit my Flickr pictures. I have more Milo pictures to put up. He gets bigger every week.
My neighbor's house on my left side - the people, I guess the owners, are gutting it. I think they're getting ready to rent it out again. I hope the new people don't trash it out.
My neighbor's house on my right side - we share a driveway. It's an older couple, the man is always outside with no shirt on and he has a huge tattoo of Jesus's face on his chest. The house is horrid. I don't know what the inside looks like, but the outside, in the backyard, has clothes all over the back porch. Their washing machine is out there and they hang the clothes to dry. The wife is the only one I see doing laundry, and I don't think she can get around very well. The son is probably my age and he comes home and I think he sleeps in the shed in the backyard. Well, the shed takes up the backyard. The other morning I took Milo out and he was sitting in a car, asleep, with the door open and the radio blaring.
I'm the only white person on my block. That's okay with me, I don't notice and I don't care. Up the street one block is a church where the service is in Spanish. On Sunday at noon the church bells ring and it sounds pretty. They ring throughout the day, too. I take Milo for walks. The other night we met another Welsh Corgi named Sam. The lady said she's always had corgis. Sam was pretty pissed off for some reason, but she told us to come back and they could get acquainted.
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For lunch I had a Reuben sandwich, and it had spicy mustard & mayo on it. See, that's what I hate about Texas. They have to take a perfectly good sandwich and ruin it.
