If You Take My Ball.....

....I Will Tongue You!

Frustrating Monday

I woke up with plans.

I'd walk the dogs, then dig into the job apps.

I had a list of sites to apply online, and had already a wishlist of 13 pages of job openings.

Then the dog walk turned into a trail walk. But the dogs earned it, and I justified the long walk by thinking that when I start working again, I won't be able to take the dogs out on such long, spontaneous walks. And it's a beautiful, sunny, warm and clear day today. The weather forecast calls for extended rain throughout the week, so I had to take advantage of all that sunshine.

Then a a friend called. She wanted to go on a walk to the cafe nearby.

So, I put the computer on sleep and sailed off on yet another walk.

By the time I finally got to my emails, after I rebooted up the computer, I found 91 emails waiting in one account and 31 in another.

After plodding through all of my emails, and applying to about 5 different jobs, I found myself arguing with some friends/associates of mine about a meeting I attended this weekend. And re-explaining, clarifying emails for 4 rounds (so far).

Now it's 2 o'clock.

I've yet to touch the specific job site I was planning on applying. And I find myself mildly irritated. Things are not going swimmingly and I'm tempted to just call it a day and do something else.

Grrrr.

America's Newest Man Whore

First there was David Duchovny. And Clinton. And Edwards. And so many more.

Now there is Tiger.

Why don't we have special names for our Man-Sluts, as we do for women?

I think that is uniquely American.

I'm listening to the newest Man-slut's speech.

But I don't really care about his problems, except for the fact that his behavior encourages other men to misbehave. I really like how the man-slut refers to his dad, whose behavior towards his wife (Tiger's mom) reflects what has taken place.

I love how Elin is handling this. She's making him suck up to her at every opportunity and still doesn't let him know if she's going to stay in the marriage. Awesome.

Don't Hate Me 'Cuz I'm Beautiful.....

Thrifting, Thrifting, Thrifting

I just can't get it out of my blood.

I'm supposed to clean out the garage.

I'm supposed to go through clothes, purge and get rid of all of the items I've slowly accumulated throughout these last few years.

But I can't. All I want to do is thrift. Not save money. Not apply for work. Not clean the house.

No. All that I want to do is find treasures.

What's a girl to do?

I'm also tempted to break out my pet stroller, which I purchased the other day...so I can take my doggies in with me.

My pet stroller is awesome. It looks like baby stroller and it fits both dogs nicely. They're happy. I'm happy and we go about our business with no hassles. So far, we've visited TJ Maxx and Savers with the stroller and the dogs were thrilled to be included in my shopping expedition. It helps that the few times we did go out they were admired non stop by all the shoppers.

Although one gentlemen waiting in line behind me, said, "No offense but your baby is really ugly. Is his father that ugly?"

I replied, "He doesn't know who his father is..."

Probably shouldn't have said that, seeing as there were about five children standing around in listening range.

But it shut up my doggies' detractor.

Auditory Addiction

I was fortunate enough to get called for a job interview down south (L.A. area). I was also lucky enough to be paying my own way. Now, for a company, I would never do that. But for a school...yes, I'll pony up and pay for my airline ticket and rental car. But I do expect a little appreciation/attention to the fact that I cared enough to fly all the way down. Didn't get any of that. So I'm not excited about the prospect of working for this district. But that's another posting.

What I found annoying was that there was a significant number of people who were compelled to talk. About anything. Usually on the cell phone, but sometimes to their neighbor on seat next to them (can't use cells on the plane).

And these yakkers never seemed to take a breath. It was almost like they were afraid to be alone with their thoughts. And the things they talked about! Stupid, stupid things...roomates and people at work who looked at them funny and furniture and just the most inane subjects.

The other interesting thing about these blabbermouths was that, with one exception, they were all men!

I think it was a power trip also. "Look at me!" these people seemed to be saying, "I'm important!"

Dog Farts

Why do dogs fart?

And why do their farts smell so much worse than the food they eat?

I give them Royal Canine, supplemented by feasts of pork chops, rice and carrots.

I'm thinking that I need to stop the supplemental feasts and stick with Royal Canine.

The farts are just too much.