What's the matter with me? What's the matter with you? Random Thoughts

I haven't updated in so long. I wish I could say that was because my life has gotten fabulously busy or because I found a new job or anything exciting like that. I can't. Sadly I haven't updated because I have become so lazy that even this seems like work. Or maybe I just don't have anything interesting to say - nope, that can't be it.

The weather was so great last weekend, I spent almost all of it outside. On Saturday Daniel, the dogs and I went to Garden of the Gods, where the dogs were provided with nothing but the best in bottled water to quench their insatiable thirst. Then we played the most fabulous skeeball in Manitou Springs. I could die in that arcade. I will probably end up dying somewhere less fabulous though.

Last week I bought these fabulous black shoes. They don't look like shoes I would normally wear but I think they make my feet look terrific. They are black and would come to a very extreme point at the toes if it wasn't for the fact that the toes are squared off. They were only $15 at Ross - a remarkable value.

I will paint my bathroom green this weekend and clean up my yard. My job may totally suck but there is something to be said for the 4 day weekend - yes, please. I agreed to watch a dog's friend not knowing that it would be for the weekend and then some. One would assume that when someone says that they are going away for the weekend, that would imply Friday - Monday, right? Well apparently to some people it means the following Wednesday. Oh well, I guess it is my own fault for not asking first.

It occurred to me just now that I haven't even updated the bloggy people on my trip to LA with Daniel. As was expected, the left coast made quite an impression on my adorable boyfriend. That California has very seductive ways. It was a great weekend - we drove around a lot, shopped at the Hustler store way too much and hung out with Erin, Koji and little Emerson (who is the cutest baby in the world). I was really sad to leave and fully realized for the first time exactly how much of a California girl I am. I have decided to go back eventually, probably sometime within the next two years.

Speaking of the Hustler store, I had to buy a new rubber ducky waterproof vibrator (color: black - the package actually says "once you go black, you never go back"). It felt frivolous to get a replacement vibrator but Daniel talked me into it (I wasn't a hard sell though). My friend Kate inquired how exactly one loses a vibrator. Sadly, I have lost several. I lost a bunch (always prone to exaggeration - I think it was actually 2 which probably doesn't qualify as "a bunch) when I had girl roommates in San Jose - perhaps there was some sharing policy in effect that I wasn't aware of. Then I lost one (my favorite Rabbit) to the dog, apparently there is a lot of chew toy similarity (gross, I know) and then the duck I lost in one of my Denver moves - I hope some small child didn't find it and mistake it for a toy.

I still hate this crap job and spend most of my time thinking about how I feel like a failure. If it wasn't for my awesome boyfriend, mind distracting sex and how cute my dogs have been lately (by lately I mean the last week, before then monkey was being a holy terror - he and superStar broke into the fridge and ate 4 lbs of meat and destroyed my couch), I would probably be really depressed.

I am selling my '64 dodge dart. If you want one, let me know.