There is this couple that lives downstairs from us that has this big beautiful dog. He is a Great Pyrenees. He is a large dog with tons of white long fur. I want him as my own. We both want him. He scared me at first cause he was always barking at me and I realized it was because I would just stand there and say hi to him and all he wanted was a little petting, a little love. I have no clue if I wrote about this before but it was raining one night and he was left outside. For hours. I kept telling Tony, we have to help him. He is soaked and whining. But I was still scared of him at this point so Tony went down there with towels and dried him off. I went to watch. I swear the dog was smiling. That was when I first petted him and instantly fell in love with him. So now every time he sees me he comes over to his gate for a rubdown. We have been taking him for walks too! One day while petting him his owner said, "Any time you want to take him for a walk just go ahead." We laughed cause I had just said to Tony that I wanted to walk him! He is a very strong dog and kinda took me for a walk. We get all kinds of compliments on him when we are out. We just pretend that he is ours :)
Saturday, February 26, 2011
Over the rainbow
I spent last weekend with my family to attend the funeral of a close, longtime friend of our family. Ron Magliozzi. Saturday was a rough day for all but the open bar helped ;) My brother made an amazing video showing the life of Ron and everyone was very impressed by it. We all know what it's like to lose someone we love. How much it hurts and how sometimes it's just not fair. Enjoy and cherish the time with the ones we love cause sometimes you never know when they will be gone....
Hello?
Inanimate objects, are you listening? It has recently been pointed out to me that I talk to myself. A lot. I just talk out loud and about what, who knows. Just last night I was in the bathroom and I guess I was talking. Tony said "What are you talking about in there?" I said "I am not even talking to you." Tony "Ok, who are you talking to then? Are you on the phone?" He knows I am not on the phone. He knows what I am doing. I look for my phone to pretend that I am on it but it is not in the same room as me. Ok I really didn't look for phone. But it would have been funny if I did! I mumbled to him I was not on the phone. I wonder what his thoughts were? I mean he sings and makes up songs but he never has these conversations out loud like I do. Do I have a condition? Is there a name for this and a reason? I am very curious to know. I guess from what Sarah says my brother does it too. I am not sure if I have noticed. Maybe someone that does this, does not notice this in others??!! Anyways, I am sure I had a few more talks before I went to bed.
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Oceanside
I rush home from work to take my walk while the sun is setting. Every walk I think the same thing. Wow, this is just beautiful. It feels so good breathing in the ocean air, hearing the waves crash. There are always a lot of people out running, walking their dogs, having a drink, surfing. The other day I walked by this outdoor stadium and there was an exercise class going on and next to them people were skateboarding and doing tricks on bikes. It's not overcrowded, yet. I dread the summer crowd. The peace and quiet will be gone. This is just the way I like it, but I guess everything changes and I will just have to go with it! More people watching that means! This place does have its flaws. There are always some creepy people sitting on the benches, noticing me coming. Sometimes I have my keys on me and I get prepared to stab someone in the eye if need be. They usually just say hi and I always think do I say hi back? Will they think I am too nice and make me a victim? If I don't say hi will they think I am rude and come after me? Ok this wasn't where this post was supposed to go! I say hi kinda firm and continue on. Soooo besides that...it is clean and peaceful. I will hate to leave here someday. But this is a journey, an adventure, and those come to an end.
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