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California Wildfires
In case any of my friends outside of where I live are interested, there are a lot of fires going on in California right now. A lot of them were sparked by a lightening storm that we had recently and I am really frightened about how many will be sparked after 4th of July.
They’ve pretty much banned fireworks around here because of the fires and I am glad of that.
Right now there is a fire raging fairly near my house…not alarmingly near but we can see and feel the smoke in the air and there has been ashes raining from the sky on a couple of days.
It’s disturbing to me because of a couple of factors.
The first is that I quit smoking in August and in the past week I have felt the like I was still smoking given the air quality since the fires. My lungs have felt crappy and there has been that nasty dry hacking cough in the back of my throat in the morning. There is literally a haze on the horizon and it is all smoke from the fire. Today was the first day I saw blue sky before leaving my house this morning.
The second is that locations within 15 miles of my house are now on voluntary evacuation right now. Rob said it is only because of the back fires they lit to help stop the fire and I’m sure that is true, but it doesn’t make me feel any less safe.
Everyone is reassuring me that there is nothing wrong and it will be stopped before it reaches the point of evacuation…and this is exactly what I will tell my mother if she calls and asks about it, but I’m really scared.
Mostly I’m scared to leave the dogs here during the day. I know in the sane part of my mind that we will be notified well enough in advance to bring the dogs to my inlaws, but the panic part of my brain says, well, to panic!
I know that I’m being totally irrational but I can feel the anxiety building(it is what I do, after all) and I just want to make it stop.
Okay, that is all. I know I’m safe and that I will be okay but it helps to vent sometimes.
Thanks for listening Internet.
Of Course I did.
Okay so it’s now less than three weeks away from a quickie girls weekend in Vegas that Paula and I just put together(allegiant air rules!)
It’s going to be awesome, we’re staying in a suite at the Venetian and we have tickets for Thunder from Down Under at the Excalibur(Front row thankyouverymuch). I just can’t wait!
Well, last night I ordered this arm extender thing for my camera. It basically makes it so that you can take a picture of you and whoever you are with in front of something without having to ask someone to do it or to look like it’s just your faces in the shot. This is very exciting to me. Not just for this upcoming trips but hell, I’m going to carry that thing everywhere! You know how I am about my camera and taking pictures right? Now I can actually be in some of the pictures I take!!
Soooooooooooo….
This afternoon I tarted myself up because I was bored and I thought I would take pictures of a couple of different shirts that I was considering wearing in Vegas…you know cleavage bearing shirts and all that. I was going to send the pics to Paula to see what she thought(she is much more fashion minded than I).
Can you guess what happened?
Instead of using the tripod that I bought months ago and have never taken out of the box, I propped the camera up on the big screen TV. I’ve done this many times when I have taken a picture of myself with no problems.
Not today kid! After a couple of shots, I turned it on it’s side to get a lengthwise view and set the timer. As I posed I watched the camera tumble to the carpet. I laughed, picked it up and tried again.
This time the camera just beeped at me. I picked it up and looked at it. Wait, the lens isn’t supposed to slant off to the side is it?
Yup, I broke the fucking camera!
I’ll say that one more time: I BROKE THE FUCKING CAMERA!!!
The thing I use almost daily. I broke it because I was being vain and taking pictures of myself. I broke it because I was being lazy and didn’t want to set up the tripod. I broke it THREE WEEKS before my big girls weekend in Vegas! I broke it less than 24 hours after ordering a really cool accessory for it!
How stupid do I feel?
I fessed up to Rob and surprisingly he isn’t upset. He said he was never sold on this camera and he is going to take it as a blessing in disguise.
So today we are going to research cameras online and tomorrow, after Rob is done playing the farmers market in Salinas, we will head over to Best Buy and see about picking up a new one.
But seriously…only me!
EDITED TO ADD:
Oh yeah, and I just broke my temporary crown on my tooth too. Goooo me!
So I left work around 1:30 on Friday–my birthday–and Rob and I headed out to the Monterey Airport for the maiden voyage of Allegiant Airlines new flight from there directly to Vegas.
There had been all sorts of promotions on the radio and in the paper on this launch since they were offering the first flights at 49 bucks each way. Rob and I looked into it and decided that it was about time we had a quick weekend trip to Vegas again.
When we lived in AZ it was only a five hour drive so we did it quite often. Since we moved the only times we get out to gamble is one week in August for our anniversary. We booked this flight because it fell on my birthday, I didn’t realize at the time that this would be the first run on this particular flight path until Rob brought it up to me.
When we got to the airport there was a healthy line for such a tiny airport but more importantly, there was Elvis. Yes, Elvis and his little showgirl friend were there to launch the 1st flight every from Monterey to Vegas. It was kinda funny all the people wanting to have their picture taken with him knowing they were about to fly into a town with a million other Elvy around.
When we finally made it through security and got to go board the plane, we were handed “goody bags” as we exited the building. They consisted of a deck of cards, Elvis style sunglasses, a flashing vegas sign magnet, a Vegas collectible spoon and a couple of other cute little vegas things.
As we made our way to our seats I noticed that ever empty seat had a plastic champagne glass sitting in it. Yup, we got some free bubbly while in flight served by Elvis and the showgirl. I found this very amusing because before I left on Friday my office-mate Misty was singing to me that I was going on a plane and they were going to give me free champagne because it was my birthday, just joking around. Heh!
The other perk the airline gave us was at the end of the flight, everyone aboard got vouchers for Blue Man Group tickets Saturday night! I love this airline!
The flight got quite bumpy as we made our decent and I had a bit of a panic attack but soon we were on the ground and meeting Renee by the shuttle bus.
Due to the location of our hotel we were the last ones to be dropped off but that was fine.
Check in at the El Cortez was a breeze and our room was surprisingly large. We quickly headed downstairs to get our players cards and take pictures for a keychain that was offered in the fun book they gave us. After that it was off to Walgreens to pick up some snacks and drinks and things we would need for the weekend that we didn’t pack.
We relaxed in the room for awhile after we got back and then headed down to gamble. Renee was running on about two hours sleep from the night before and after a couple of cocktails was feeling the effects of both. We found Rob and decided to go across the street to Mamacita’s Mexican place where we ordered a ton of food and sobered up while waiting for it.
Back in the room we changed into our jammies and ate. We all agreed that we might go back downstairs for a little black jack in a little bit. We weren’t really ready to go to bed yet.
Renee laid down for a 15 minute power nap and told us to wake her up when we wanted to go downstairs. A half an hour later my attempt to wake her was greeted with an unenthusiastic “mnnhmmphhh.” I asked her if she wanted to stay and sleep and she said yes so Rob and I left her in dreamland.
Downstairs Rob and I lost money at an alarmingly rapid rate at the first black jack table we came to so we decided that table games were done for the trip. Feeling kind of defeated, we sat at the bar and played some quarter video black jack for awhile and then decided we’d had it and came back upstairs and went to bed.
Saturday morning we woke up ungodly early, showered and got ready. We trotted on down to Neonopolis to the theater and got our tickets to see our girls in the Sex and The City movie.
As we were buying our tickets, the token gay SATC male fan came up to us. He was wearing tight white jeans, a white tank top and a white newsboy cap. He took one look at us and said: “You girls going to see Carrie?” He was adorable and if I lived here I would have totally exchanged numbers and become friends. We said of course and we discussed the benefits of seeing it at ten in the morning as opposed to the chaos that must have been the Friday premiere.
He was right because it turned out there were only five of us in the whole theater once the movie started.
It was, of course, wonderful. It started out a little slow for me. I think it was because they have to give a sort of preamble to those who have never seen the shows. Kind of like the beginning of the Stephanie Plum novel. It has to be explained for those that aren’t familiar with the past plot lines. But I already know this part, skip to the good stuff would ya??
It got better and I think I teared up at least five times. Had I been watching in the the privacy of my own home I probably would have been flat out bawling but alas I had to hold it in.
The bad thing about the movie is now there is nothing to look forward to. They have covered everything they need to cover and there won’t be another movie. Nor would I really think I would want one because it would just have to rehash everything this one did in order to be half as interesting, but…it’s so final. The girls are retired. Don’t get me wrong, I was looking forward to this movie and am so happy it was made. It’s just kinda like, I didn’t want it to end.
At any rate we left the movies and hit Walgreens for more soda for Rob and came back to the hotel.
We went downstairs and gambled a bit but I just wasn’t feeling it. I had some luck on a wheel of fortune machine but I was just too tired. I left Rob and Renee to play and came up to the room to lie down. I didn’t sleep but it was nice to lay down for a while.
Soon it was time to get ready and go to our complimentary tickets to Blue Man Group. I have seen the show twice before when it was at the Luxor, but it’s a phenomenal show. Renee had never seen it and the price was right. We had the front desk call a cab and then headed down.
I knew it would be a bad cab ride when the driver picked us up and promptly backed into a metal post, messing up the back end of his cab and just kept driving. He took the freeway, drove at a crazy speed and changed lanes often without using his turn signals.
Thankfully we made it to the Venetian safely and got our tickets to the show.
We had an hour to kill so we stopped at an Asian place to eat dinner. We had tons of leftovers but no place to store them during the show so we had to waste the food.
After dinner we stopped at a slot machine so we could smoke. I put five dollars in a nickel machine and promptly won 78 dollars. When I say promptly, I mean the first turn of the reels! I couldn’t believe it but I cashed out right away!
The show was awesome of course. If you’ve never seen it, it can’t be described so I’ll spare you the trying. It’s just a kick ass show. I was glad to see there were some new bits that had been added since the first two shows that I had seen. Oh, and our seats were fabulous. We were so freaking close it wasn’t funny. Did I mention I love Allegiant Air?
The cab ride home was less scary and cheaper so I tipped the guy more.
We played a 20 but cashed out at ten when Renee lost her money.
For a little while no one really seemed to know where they wanted to go or what they wanted to do so we just milled around under the FMS canopy until the last show of the night started. We watched it as I taped it with my camera, but it wasn’t very good.
After we spotted another wheel of fortune machine in the Fremont so we plunked down and put a 20 in. I got a couple of crap bonuses until I finally got the 5000 credit bonus putting my 20 up to 70 something. We of course cashed out and then Renee said we should go to Four Queens and get a drink. So we put some money in some video poker machines at the bar and got comped a bunch of drinks.
At that point we were tired and somewhat drunk so we headed to the Chicago Brewpub and got some grub to bring back to the room. We got White Garlic Pizza, Cheese Knots, and hot wings and headed up to the room where we ate and fell asleep while watching that movie about the puppets from the south park guys.
All too soon we had to wake up and get ready to leave. We all showered, dressed and packed up. Rob went downstairs to play some roulette for a co-worker and Renee and I finished up our packing. We all met up downstairs and eventually caught the shuttle back to the airport after Renee put five in a machine and cashed out with 35.00!
When we got to the airport we bid Renee goodbye and headed off to our separate gates. After we got through the security checkpoint we stopped at a bank of chairs to put our shoes back on. It was then when Rob discovered his boarding pass and ID were missing. We searched and searched all our carry on luggage but it was no use. They were gone. The only thing that Rob could think of was that he set them down in one of those buckets while taking the laptop out and putting it back in it’s case but when he asked lost and found they hadn’t seen anything.
So we ended up going to the gate and the very nice people there told us that if we couldn’t find it they would probably be able to have TSA approve another boarding pass with my ID and last name and his credit cards as identification.
With that knowledge he headed back to the lost and found while I got a mini pizza from the pizza hut express. About ten minutes later he texted me that they had found it and he was coming back to the gate. Phew!!! What a relief!
The contrast from the flight to Vegas and from Vegas was stereotypically funny. On the Friday flight to Vegas everyone was whooping it up, getting drunk on free champagne and being loud. On the way home on Sunday everyone was very subdued and hungover. Everyone had sunglasses on and was sleeping on the flight. Heh.
Great trip, great memories.
Things to do and NOT to do before your birthday
Okay I am turning 34 tomorrow and heading to Vegas for the weekend so I thought I would put together a list of things you should do and not do right before your vacation birthday.
1) DO: enjoy a fabulous lunch with your girls! Enjoy every bit of their time and thank goodness you have them in your life.
2) DO: Talk to the friend you are traveling with and plan your fabulous weekend. It is half as exciting as the actual vacation.
3) DO: Pack and get everything squared away for the trip.
4) DO: Shave your legs and pits for a weekend trip. Can’t pack your razor if you aren’t checking a bag!
5) DO NOT: decide to give yourself a makeshift pedicure the night before your flight. Especially when you “shave” off too much skin and can’t stop bleeding
6) DO NOT: pretend like you can stop the bleeding and you didn’t do anything wrong from your husband that is VERY worried.
7) DO: sit and wait until you both figure something out and put pressure on your big toe bleeder.
8) DO: thank goodness that the bleeding has finally stopped and you can just chalk it up to stupidity.
9) DO: finish packing and eat dinner.
10) DO: Try really hard to sleep, knowing that you get to fly out to Vegas the next day!
I hope this has helped all of you.
Not exactly what I had in mind
It is Wednesday night. For me that means it is Avon night. This is the night I get my Avon boxes in. So I plan on watching TV while doling out the goodies and then playing with all the new toys I ordered for myself.
Tonight? Not so much, the dogs had other things in mind for me.
Last night we baked some chicken in the oven on a rack on top of a cookie sheet. You know, so all the grease drips onto the cookie sheet and you don’t have to eat it. We left said cookie sheet on the counter this morning because neither of us had time to clean it up. We pushed it far back on the kitchen counter and figured it was out of the big dogs reach and therefore safe.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! Yeah, that’s funny.
We got home and the house reeked of old chicken grease and dog piss and poop. The cookie sheet was overturned on the kitchen floor and the floor was all sticky. There were two big piss puddles on the living room carpet along with two piles of poop and two piles of vomit.
Fun!!
Rob picked up the solid waste and I swept and mopped the kitchen floor. The piss puddle by the TV was quite substantial so I told Rob I’d get out our little carpet cleaner and suck it up. Rob said okay and moved the big screen TV so I could have better access.
Well, what do we have here? Apparently Pappy has been having a good old fashion Piss Party every day while we are at work. I mean, we knew he peed in the house and are trying to figure out how to get him to stop, but had no idea the magnitude of the peeing that was taking place.
The corner of the carpet that was revealed when he moved the TV was just dark orange with pee stains and saturated. I’m not sure it ever had a change to dry with the little pisser doing his business there so much.
I hauled out the portable carpet cleaner and sucked up the pee. I was hit with such an overwhelming ammonia smell when I turned on the machine that I almost gagged. I pulled off all the pieces and found Pappy Piss in every single part of the machine. I know he had peed around the machine once or twice but this fucker was FILLED with dog piss.
I rinsed everything out and put it back together. It was so foul, I couldn’t believe it. I’ve just sprayed the area by the TV and scrubbed it. I’m letting it soak in and I will suck it all up after I do my Avon.
Yeah, not my ideal night kids!
Okay, now I’m off to do my Avon and watch TV.
Guess who is staying in his crate tomorrow while we are at work??
RIP Bonnie.
So remember me talking about one of my moms best friends getting sick a while back?
They gave her like three months to live or something ridiculous like that.
She lasted a lot longer. I’ve talked to mom a couple of times this month and she told me that Bonnie was in the hospital. Something about her liver being attacked by this sickness.
I have not really let myself think about this because, well, it hasn’t happened yet. She was sick, but still alive. She had outlasted the time frame they gave her so it was okay.
Mom left me a couple of voicemails yesterday and the day before but I didn’t call her back. I told Rob tonight that mom had called last night and he asked if I was going to call her back. I said no. I said that she was going to tell me Bonnie was dead and I didn’t want to hear it.
A few minutes later I shut off my phone because I left the charger at work and I didn’t want to waste the battery.
Rob and I watched Talk Soup and then he headed downstairs to play his guitar. A few minutes later he came up holding his phone. He had it on mute. He said: “I made the mistake of answering your moms call, and it is about Bonnie and I don’t know what you want me to do.”
I took the call.
Bonnie died tonight in Jeanne’s arms at the hospital.
Mom said that Rob had tried to shield me from the call. Heh. He asked her if it was about Bonnie and she said yes and she said he asked several times if it was a message he could relay and she said no. We cried and talked. She said that she was surprised that I cried. She said she promised Rob she wouldn’t make me cry. I told her that the only constants I had while growing up where mom, Jeanne and Bonnie.
As I type this now I’m kinda numb. I had a good cry after I got off the phone with mom and I still don’t really believe it.
The one thing you have to understand is that Bonnie was such a pure and innocent soul. She was so very naive and only thought the best in people. The only thing I can think of is that God needed such an angel as she was. I have to believe that or I will start to get very bitter as to why someone would strike down such a pure heart.
Goodnight sweet Bonnie. You will be missed by all the hearts you touched in your young life. I love you.
Verrrry Interesting
So everyone that can read this should already know that I hate my father and his wife and haven’t had contact with them for many many years.
Occasionally I will do a google search on my old man to see if he is still breathing or if I find an obituary. Yesterday I did just that. I then did a white pages search under his real name and found nothing. Strange, it used to always come up under his name. So I did a search for the stepmonster and came up with the NH address I last had for them. That was even weirder. It had never been in her name before.
Curious, I did a search by his first two initials which is how our phone was listed when I was a kid and look, there he is, listed in a completely different city in NH as her. Hmmm.
You may think this is coincidence but NH is very small and the likelihood that there is another person in that state that lists themselves like my father does is slim to none. So I am forced to ponder(somewhat giddily, I might add) if they have divorced. Oh happy day that they should both be miserable and alone. Yes I am fully aware how horrible that sounds but do not judge me until you have walked a mile in my childhood/adolescent shoes okay?
I suppose I will never know because it’s not like I can call him up after all this time and say: “So Dad, did you cheat on the old bag like you did mom or did you just get sick of being her whipping boy?”
…but I sure can’t wait to tell my mom my theory!!
Annual Year in Review 2007
January:
The month started with us adopting a new dog, Pappy, and adjusting to all that it meant. Jim got shipped back to Iraq and my mom broke her arm.
February:
My MIL had major back surgery and Renee’, James and I met in Reno for another gambling visit!
March:
We enrolled and started Pappy in some training classes.
April:
I hate to say but I didn’t blog in April so I have no idea what I was up to.
May:
Both Rob and mines birthdays were in May, but more important we flew to Phoenix for Brian and Stephs wedding and then got to catch up with DD and Alan.
June:
Didn’t blog in June and am not sure.
July:
My finger infection acted up again…We went to Monterey Pride for the first time and we saw Die Hard 4 in the theatre, and I had issues about my computer at work. Also I get tendenitis of my ankle.
August:
I wished on the lottery and lost, We go to the Watsonville races and Pappy gets a nasty spider bite near his peepee.
We had a week in Vegas with my Mommy where we didn’t win but Rob and I both got new hair.
September:
We headed up to Sac-town to go to Renee’s going away party, and we also go see a local band Rob is friends with in San Jose.
October:
Pappy dresses up like a Pimp Daddy and gets in the local paper. Also I launch my youtube cooking show.
November:
We head up to San Jose and spend the night at Rudy and Jades. We spend Thanksgiving with my inlaws and Pappy loves it!
December:
Xmas at our house is nothing special but we have a pot luck at work and go to my inlaws at Xmas where Pappy loves it again! 🙂
1st Ever Salinas Valley Pride Parade!
I got fried shrimp and fried chicken because I just wasn’t in the mood for Mexican food but it was good. Rob fell in love with the salsa and the nice waitress gave us a small vat of it to go. On the way back from lunch we saw a sign for an estate sale and stopped. It was pretty cool and I got some silver and gold candles for my altar-in-the-making and a candle snuffer for them. We also got some bowls and I got this speech to text thing that pretty much doesn’t work right but it was only a couple of bucks. Heh.
At that estate sale they told us of another one down the street so we stopped there after. It was a HUGE house but everything was overpriced in my opinion. It was the perfect sale for a collector. They had a lot of vintage and fun stuff like an old coin operated scale and a cash register. Just not for us.
We dropped off the parents and did some shopping at Nob Hill before returning home where I tried for hours to get the speech software to work properly and finally gave up. I had an email from the Salinas Valley Pride organizer to call him so I did. He was calling all the volunteers to let them know that there were going to be protesters and just to remind us that at no time are we to let them instigate us. We are just to ignore them.
After talking to him I called my mom because she left a guilt ridden message on our answering machine while we were at the Poison show that she didn’t have Southwests number and she needed me to call her with it. Heh. Nothing like dialing information right? Anyway, we talked for about a half an hour and then I took a bath.
This morning we woke up and headed into Salinas again. This time for the first ever Salinas Valley Pride Parade. When I got there, I signed in as a volunteer and got a T shirt, read the security information and then waited to be told what to do. Rob had headed off to the grocery store to do the rest of the shopping for Vegas.
I volunteered to head off the south end of the parade where it started along with a couple other people to block it off and allow ppl through as necessary. We were armed with wristbands and fliers to hand out. The wristbands were important because the parade was insured. If you were wearing a wristband and god forbid something happened, you were taken care of financially under the parade insurance. I thought that was a good call. I also thought that it was sad that we had to do such a thing, but it was smart.
So we all stood around after blockading the road and eventually started banding people as they came in. Some people wanted nothing to do with us as they were just passing through but the majority were there for the parade and happy to be there. We were supposed to have police there helping direct traffic but they arrived about an hour late. Luckily there wasn’t much of a problem. People saw the barricades and changed direction.
We did experience the protesters. They came in, most refusing wristbands and they were trying to hand out the these small pieces of paper stating some religious stuff. They were very polite and gathered at the end of the parade with signs. It was a peaceful protest as we were told and they had every right to be there as did anyone else so it was cool.
The parade itself was bigger than I thought it was going to be. Not to mention the people that came to see it. It was larger and I’m glad for it. We got thanked a lot as volunteers by the people coming in to watch. They understood how huge this was for Salinas and I was very happy to be a small part of it. It’s a tinystep but I can see this becoming something big in the years to come. The turn out showed us that there was a definite need for it despite the naysayers.
Last Thursday as we were driving to work we heard an advertisement for the car races in Watsonville. Every now and again I had heard Rob mention them and say it’s something we should do some night but I never put much thought into it. After the commercial was over I asked Rob if that was something he was interested in and he said: “Yeah, only for the last two years.” So it was decided we would head out after work on Friday, which we did.
It wasn’t bad. My only prior experience to attending a racing event was a NASCAR race that a friend of Rob’s had gotten us tickets to for a wedding present. Picture it: I’m over 300 pounds, it’s over 100 degrees out and we have to walk about two miles to get to the speedway. Our seats are pretty high up and I’m afraid of heights. And oh yeah, I’m on my period.
Yeah, not the best day of my life. So when I say it wasn’t bad I mean that it was pretty freaking good in comparison.
It’s all done on a very small scale at the Santa Cruz fairgrounds. Very low key, you show up you get your grub and you climb the metal bleachers to a seat where you won’t get mud flung on you(unless of course that is your thing. In that case–have a ball!) and sit. They kept everything moving along quite well with no delays so that was favorable. Rob was truly loving it and I was loving the corn dog and the out of this world French fries.
My only complaint was that is was a bit long and I didn’t bring a sweatshirt along with my jacket because it got quite cold after eight or so. I got really tired and so we left when there were two races left to run. Overall, a fun night out with the husband doing something he actually wanted to do for a change.
Saturday we were up early to go get the Mustang from the shop. Oh yeah, did I mention we finally took the car in after running it for a year on a Mickey moused hose? Yup–to the tune of $2000.00! Yay for stupidity!
Anyway, I dropped Rob off and once he rescued the car I headed out to Petsmart and got some stuff for Pappy’s sore(it’s doing so much better!) along with some dog food.
Don’t you hate when you go into a store knowing pretty much what you want and then get accosted by the store employees? I mean, I’m all for having people available if you have questions but I was standing there in the dog food aisle trying to determine which bag had the small kibble and the big kibble when this lady who was roughly 108 years old comes up in a petsmart apron and asks if I need help. I smile kindly and tell her I’m just looking for dog food for our two dogs. She immediately says: “You know you have to feed them separately right??”
I nod and smile as dismissively as I can before going back to looking at the food. She asks what kinds of dogs so I tell her and she then launches into this five minute monolog on how I have to get two different kinds of dog foods and blah blah blah. Finally to appease her I hefted the 40 lb bag of food for medium sized dogs(the kind I was going to get anyway) into the cart and put a small bag of food for larger dogs on top. Thanked her and walked away.
I made into the flea and tick aisle where I was about to ditch the smaller bag when she comes up behind me and says: “And on to your next endeavor, what are you looking for now?”
‘Tell her you’re just looking!’ my brain pleaded with me but my mouth didn’t listen. “I need some sort of salve to put on a sore area that my dog won’t stop licking.”
Her eyes lit up. “Where is the sore?”
“On his inner leg.” I didn’t want to say right beside his wiener.
“You need to get a collar.” She runs in front of me and actually grabs the front of my cart to make me follow her.
“Actually, I’m just looking for some cream or something…”
“He’ll just lick it off.” She gleefully replies as she guides my cart with amazing strength for a senior citizen to an endcap full of those horrible cone collars.
That is where I had to draw the line. I may joke about how funny it would be to put my dogs in one of those but I am not putting Pappy in one of those just because he likes to lick his wiener!
“I just need some cream.” I stand firm.
She pauses and then frowns before leading me over to the next aisle where she randomly grabs some cream for itching which is not Pappy’s problem and hands it to me.
“You really should consider getting a collar.” She starts wringing her hands worriedly and I begin to think there is some sort of special commission on selling cone collars.
“Thank you so much for your help, I’m just going to keep looking around now.” I raise my eyebrows and stare her down.
Obviously disappointed she nods her head and turns to walk slowly down the aisle and disappears around the corner.
I quickly locate the cream I need for Pappy and put it in the cart as a gentleman steps up next to me and starts perusing the supplements.
Out of nowhere granny-stalker runs up and starts interrogating him as I hightail it out of the aisle and quietly go ditch the other bag of food before practically running to the checkout for fear of being harassed any more.
She was scary!
After that I headed over to Circuit City and picked up a new set of headphones(thanks Pappy!) and my new Sims Life game before hitting Mickie D’s for some chicken nuggets because I was starving. Yeah, diet’s not going so good.
I am a 50 something married woman living in California.
I enjoy music and traveling, watching crap movies, snuggling with my two adorable dogs and trying to be a good person.
