Lessons learned from my dog...

My alternative title to this blog was "Why I think my dog is cooler than I" but I decided to look at it positively and not that my dog is cooler than I (although I am pretty sure that she is)...

1) Always pretend like you are cooler than everyone else, even if you don't believe that you are. It's all how you present yourself to others. I little growl goes a long way.

2) Say hi to everyone, you never know when you will meet your next best friend, your next great lover or just someone to wrestle with for the day.

3) Play hard!

4) Sleep harder!

And most importantly...
5) Always chase after the cute boys at the dog park, you have nothing to loose.

I have yet to master many of these lessons but I am slowly but surely breaking out of my shell and trying them all out (for those of you who don't know me, I am a Cancer and feel very much at home in the comfortable shell of my every day existence...I thrive on the exciting but I approach it slowly and with caution).

Some protests aren't necessary.

So apparently I am being silently boycotted by some of my loyal blog readers because I don't write often enough. Fair enough but give me a break, I have been working 12 hour days and then I was out of town for 4 days. But I promise I will write more often (or seriously try to)...you guys are lucky I don't really have a life...If I had a life I would never write...or maybe on the contrary I would have more to write about so I would write more often...

How do you sensor what you say?

What makes people sensor what they say to other people? On that note, what makes people think it is ok to say politically incorrect things to "almost" complete strangers?

I walk my dog at the park near my house. Because I always walk around the same time of day, I tend to run into the same group of people. Most of these people I know nothing more about them than their dog's name(s). Even though I see these people day in and day out for the better part of 2 years, I do not know anything about them. On that note, while I am not registered to vote, I definitely classify myself as a liberal democrat. Although my political beliefs and feelings about certain people in certain important positions who got this country into a war that is headed down the road of another politically controversial and senseless war that lasted for years upon years, I don't go spouting my political or social beliefs to strangers. In fact I rarely talk politics or make social commentaries unless you know me very well.

This leads me to Sat. morning. I was out walking my dog and ran into this older guy that I "know" (as in I know his name and his dog's name, and I know that he is ok with me having my dog off the lease) (and he is really old, like probably in his 70's). He's nice enough and in general he is very nice guy to talk to while you are wandering around the park. Saturday morning we were standing there talking and an African American guy goes jogging by us. Mind you he jogged by us and jogged up a hill that I can barely drag myself up at a turtle pace, let alone JOG up. The older guy I was chatting with responds with the following..."That reminds me of a joke (at this point in time I have no idea what reminded him of the 'joke' he is about to tell)...Why doesn't Mexico ever have track & field athletes in the Olympics?" Seriously, did he just say that? Since I can barely understand why he would tell this 'joke' to someone he barely knows, I utter "ummm, no, don't know". He responds "Because any of the Mexicans that can run or jump have already left the country." Ok, for a racist joke it is kind of funny but regardless, it is a racist joke. What makes a person think it is ok to go around saying things like this to people they barely know.

Now mind you I am not the kind of person that thinks that we can create a world where racism doesn't exist. I am a realist and realize that there are people that will always believe that they are better than someone else, purely based on the color of their skin. I also realize that make racial stereotypes have a lot of factual origin. But I also believe that anyone with the least bit of social or political sense knows that even if they hold those beliefs, they censor their own thoughts until they know how and if a person they barely know will react to a 'joke' like that.

Redneck Twilight Zone

Ok, so I get by Shannon's comments I obviously am not blogging nearly enough. Sorry about that, I barely had time to breath this week, let alone write blogs.

But after an extreme shopping day with my mom (I can't even admit to myself how much I spent on new clothes) and a weekend full of rest, I feel I have to share this moment with you guys.

It's about 9:15pm and I ran to Scolari's to pick up some dog food for my poor dog who has been stuck inside all day alone. I get in line behind the following three people: Miss White Trash Punk Chick, Mr. Cowboy wearing wranglers and a vest and Mr. Weirdo who looks like he should be living with his parents. This is what they are purchasing: Hickory Smoked Spam and the $0.99 can of chili that is so big it could probably feed a small county. While the checker is ringing them up, they start talking about him (the checker) and him getting jumped on the street (he had stitches above one eye). Mr. Cowboy with the vest says "well that's when you turn around and hit them with a 2 by 4..." and the checker says "Yeah, but I was walking down the street so I didn't really have a 2 by 4 with me..." Then the checker says "you know this tastes much better with the original flavor (holding up the can of Spam)". Mr. Cowboy responds "I don't know, I like that flavor..." Seriously, do people really eat Spam? Seriously?

I guess I shouldn't make too much fun of them, the checker scanned 1 of the 4 cans of dog food I had and said "Looks like 1 can to me...that will be $1.06."

You might drink too much coffee if...

In the morning when you drive up to your favorite coffee shop, walk inside to order and they already have your drink (yes, I always order the same thing) waiting for you and rung up....

...I think I drink too much coffee if the people working there can have my drink made and waiting for me just by seeing my car drive in the parking lot.

I now have a classic dumbass moment of my own...

I was alone in my office today (ok, not totally alone but the only one in charge of the stuff I am in charge of). I was hurriedly running around backwards in high heels trying to answer phones, issue reports (that sounds so official) and pack up some stuff to send somewhere (is that general enough?)... Here I go...

I go to grab the tape gun off of the top of a desk to tape the box shut and, as I simultaneously grab the handle to the tape gun, I head quickly in the opposite direction back toward the box I am packing up...only the tape (heavy duty packing tape) is stuck to the desk and because I grabbed on tight and headed in the opposite direction quickly my balance got COMPLETELY thrown off and I proceeded to snap my entire body back towards the desk and then fall on my ass. I fell on my ass in the front office of my work, with a tape gun in my hand. It was awesome. The best part is that, like I said, I was alone so no-one saw me do it...unlike the time I slipped down a flight of stairs in one of the buildings at UNR...

Writing gives my mind a break.

I've always enjoying writing. I honestly have no idea how good of a writer I am. I feel like most of the time my writing is full of non-sensible run-on sentences but I enjoy doing it. It gives me an outlet for my random thoughts. I write for myself because when I put something in writing I feel like it gives my mind a break. It lets me store my thoughts in a place I know I can always come back to if I need to, but it also lets me release ideas and feelings that I'm not sure I want to express to other or ideas that I just don't want to store in my head anymore. I write for my sanity and the more I do it, the more I feel like I need to do it.

I've never been a very open person about my feelings. To anyone. I share very little with other people about what happens to me, or how I feel. I have no idea why I am like this and I am sure that it has caused stress in many of my relationships. When I write I feel like I can say anything. It's an ironic freedom I feel. I know people are going to read it, I know people are going to listen to and judge my feelings and my rantings. Yet I have no hesitation.

On occasion, I sit down at my computer and I start writing. I have no idea where my mind will take me. Sometime I start with a thought and I end up probing some memory or idea stored deep inside. I start writing about things I never even thought of before I started writing.

Sometimes I write about things that happen to me, sometimes I write what I am feeling, sometimes I just feel like sharing random facts. And sometimes my writings piss people off, or hurt their feelings. I don't quite know how to handle dealing with hurting people with what I say. Just as I have no idea how to handle dealing with the fact that my writing may help someone, or bring a smile to someones face. How do professional writers deal with all the pressure that originates from just writing there thoughts down on a piece of paper? And trust me, I am well aware that most of my writing is completely irrelevant to anybody but me, but like I said...I write for myself.