Who can understand canines?

So I just don’t get it.  I have a wonderfully well behaved dog.  Nothing unusual about her, save her age and the associated issues that are related.  But there is just one thing I do not understand.

Why, oh why, must she dive into the trash can?

I can be at home and not leave the house for four days.  No problems with the dog.  I walk to the mailbox, come back, and the trash bag is wrong-side out (but still in the can) and the trash is all over the house.  I can go to pick tomatoes out of the plant in the back yard and I have got eggshells, tea leaves, bad cheese, and whatever other contents of my garbage strewn all over the kitchen, dining room, and living room.

Why is this?  Is it the equivalent of a 4 year old going into the forbidden candy jar when mommy is taking a nap or on the phone? She is very well behaved at other times, but this just drives me nuts!

Ignorance is bliss

I used to be a humongous news junkie.  I loved to pour through the paper and to be up on current events, issues, etc.

For the last two years, that’s not so true anymore.  I think it has to do with me being unemployed.  The news, to be frank, is depressing.  I would obsess over credit card rates and people that died in an earthquake.  Riot victims and abused children.  Governmental ignorance paired with governmental interference.

Sure, I thought the adopt the puppy stories were cute, but honestly who could watch that all day?

I’m starting to miss reality though.  My life is still a wreck of sorts, but I’m so out of touch with what’s going on.  Maybe it was the Olympics coverage that I watched nonstop.  Maybe it was a passing glimpse at a newspaper.

Regardless, I need t be better informed again.

Just another day

You ever have one of those days? You know, the kind of day where you just sort of hang around and do nothing?

Today was one of those days.

I should feel productive.  Every other day this week has been productive. Today? Not so much.  I sat on the couch from around 830 am to 11pm.  I knitted a mitten.  I sat with my feet up because my shins are KILLING me from my graceful fall yesterday.  I emptied the dishwasher, nuked some spaghetti, made some toast, and every now and again checked email.  Therefore, nothing fun to talk about tonight.

And I’m exhausted.  Why is it that doing nothing can sometimes lead to greater fatigue than doing something?

Just call me Grace

Tonight was the first sanctuary rehearsal for the kids production that is on this Sunday evening.  I was on the stairs running sound and running back and forth to make sure that the motions were being done and that the kids were staying in line (115 kids on three risers can cause a bit of a fuss!)

So what do I do when turning around to restart the music?  Slide on the microphone/speaker/iPod cord and go down the last three stairs on my shins and plant my chin on the floor.  I stood up and said thank you very much, took a bow and kept going . . .

. . . but holy cow my right leg hurts.

Two hours later I am finally at home, and let me tell you my right shin looks like I have elephantiasis.  It’s swollen so much I have a cankle (no!) and I can barely walk with that knee.  PAIN!

On the flip side of the coin, the kids sounded AWESOME.  Aside from one kid who is sick and has a solo, the rest of them nailed the songs and they are doing a fantastic job.  I am so psyched about Sunday night it’s INSANE.  And all the people I’ve invited will just have to flounder around on their own because I’m in the sound booth and cannot see them until the free ice cream after.

SO looking forward to rehearsals on Friday and Saturday.  They are just too dang cute!!!!!

When the experience doesn’t live up to the hype

I love Lost.  Sure, it has some bad memories from the first seasons with he-who-is-gone, but the show itself I love.  This season, some friends and I gather to watch it every Tuesday night.  Last week we were staring at the teaser for this week’s episode in slow-mo trying to see what was going on.  “So big we can’t show you a preview” was the general theme.

Well, the show was good, but not that good.

I mean who doesn’t love Sayid.  And who wouldn’t like a show centered around him.  Confused as all get out when his brother is married to Nadia, the love of his life.  Can’t believe he turned rogue on the temple.

But all in all?  A bit disappointing.

Now I know that Damon Lindelof and Carlton Cuse have had the entire season plotted out and have vowed to answer some of the questions, but don’t you think that they shouldn’t be creating questions at this point?
Still, it’s one of the best hours on TV right now, so I enjoy it.  Plus who doesn’t like getting together with friends once a week??? 🙂

When the girls gather….

There shall be laughter.

At least that’s my thought.  Tonight my life group got together for dinner before our split.  We had a dozen show up, which was a nice number, but there were still a few regulars missing.  Somehow we divided into two groups for games, and the shrieking laughter commenced.

I was in the table group (floor group played Taboo) playing Catch Phrase.  And like Taboo, there are some strange answers that were thrown out.  Like when I was trying to get them to say Frog’s Legs.  I said Kermit and made some reference to the first Muppet Movie (where he was wanted for a restaurant for Frog’s Legs, but these girls are either too young or too uncultured to have seen the glory that is The Muppet Movie.  **Sigh**)  One girl, convinced she had the answer, screamed “crabs”.  We lost it.

Or the time someone was trying to get her team to say “Peace Pipe”.  She used hippies to get to the word peace, but when she said this is something you smoke the shouted response was “a joint”, which had us rolling again.  (I guess you had to be there.)

But the absolute best was when we were all upstairs playing Apples to Apples, and our fearless leader won the round with the word Touchable.  Her card, that was thrown in, “My Body”, which to a bunch of women had us screaming with peals of laughter even though she meant it in a totally innocent way.

I love these women.  I’m going to miss them in the off weeks and I truly look forward to having every monthly dinner with them so that we can get together.  What a great way to start off the new sessions!