all.sorts.of.wrong

Okay, so I came to the library to get some work done on this grad class paper. Well, as I'm driving up I notice someone parked out further than me. Normally this wouldn't bother me.. but S and I have been trying to park further away to get a few more seconds of walking in. Lame, I know. But when you're a fatty like me.. any extra incentive to get some calories burned really can help. Anyway, this woman parked further out than me. I felt guilty. So.. I moved the car. No chance I was going to let her burn .2 more calories than moi.

So, as I'm walking in feeling pretty proud of myself. I notice a man walking out. With a short-sleeved dress shirt, a tie, and suspenders. I'm thinking.. "My goodness.. what horrible fashion sense this man has!" Boys.. if you're going to dress nicely, avoid the short-sleeved shirt. It's just not right. As I'm thinking all of this, homeboy has no shoes on! Even worse. I could have left it at the short-sleeved dress shirt, tie, and suspenders.. but the no shoes? That was the clincher. I was going to have to rip on him. End of story.

Off to get some work done. And by work I mean writing that paper. Not looking at other blogs to get ideas for my own. No, I won't do it. I won't, I won't, I won't.

Dogs.

Well, let me first tell you.. I have two wonderful dogs. Two VERY different dogs.

Leila, the big dog, is a black lab. She's as beautiful as they come. She's also high maintenance, full of anxiety, and occasionally as annoying as they come (because she's high maintenance and full of anxiety). But, she's our first puppy and we love her anyway. And... she's beautiful.

Zoey, our little dog, is a mutt. The pound called her a beagle/whippet mix. Others say Jack Russel/something mix. I'm leaning now towards the Jack. She's a doll. A true gem. She's not beautiful in any way, shape, or form. She's just cute. She's white.. with polka dots.. and does some of the craziest things. She might be a cat with all the time she spends sleeping, cuddling, and laying in the sun looking out the window.

Well.. right now I hate them both equally. Little one decided it would be fun to play. So.. she threw her rope in the air a few times and one landed on me. I threw it back at her and scolded her for hitting mommy with a rope. Well.. then she threw it again (seriously, threw it from her mouth) and it hit the coffee table. To which big dog couldn't get enough of and jumped at it.. scrambled some papers (yes, I need to clean) and then took off after the little one.

Now? I have Wrestle Mania in the living room. Sweet for me.

Hello.

Well, here I am. I have been reading blogs that others have and decided I wanted to join the world of blogging. Of course, it's a return to the world of blogging. While I was traveling overseas, I had a blog. But somehow this seems different. Maybe because I don't really have a point to it. I have creative license to do whatever it is I want. And, I don't really have an audience. But J and I came up with like seven readers, so she thinks I do have a point.

Anyway, I can't guarantee anything with this. It may be ramblings of my ditzy life. It may have stories of the kiddos I teach. It may be dog stories. It probably will be a combination of all of the above.

And.. I just have to post this story because it was the selling point in wanting a blog.

So, every time I drive by a Hummer... I want to scream, "HA HA SUCKA! I get better gas mileage than you!" But usually it involves some profanity because it's in my head and it probably includes me doing some sort of crazy hand movement towards them. Nothing bad. Just silly. Of course, I look way better in my head than I probably look to everyone else.

On the flip side... every time I drive by a Prius, I want to cower. I feel like they are judging me and my grandma car. Whatever. I don't have a car payment.