NONSENSE! Mr. Chair, I respectfully disagree! I don't get nervous when dogs run around my knees. But little kid types running around my knees terrify me! I'm always afraid I might step on them or accidentally kick them. I have had 3 knee surgeries and I don't like things capable of recklessly carry sharp objects at my knee level. Besides, I never have to wipe my doggies behinds, I never have to wipe their noses, they hardly cry, and when they do, its for a good reason. I could go on and on.
Random thoughts:
* Mom is moving out finally. Well, supposedly. She finally had the tile put in, and the carpet should be installed today. The movers come tomorrow to drop off her stuff from storage. BUT that doesn't mean Mom will actually move in. NOOOOOOooooooooo. I'm sure she will need help putting the bed together. Then arranging furniture. Then stocking the cabinets. Then again, she does have a yorkiepoo waiting to be picked up so she's probably eager. Yes, I said Yorkiepoo. A Yorkshire Terrier mixed with a toy Poodle, and they are making a breed out of it. Yorkiepoo, people, Yorkiepoo.
"He knows he's a mongrel and only worth a couple of injections." I've GOT to find a use for that quote. Mr. Mortenson looks like the Architect from the Matrix series to me. He used great quotes in that movie to. You gotta love a movie character who can legitimately use the word "ergo" more than once in casual conversation. I also hate really uncouth neighbors who want to shoot your 75 cent dog.
* "The pet rabbit that got ran over by the stationary bicycle." I've also got to find a use for that. I love Assembly Judiciary.
* I am officially a member of the Brotherhood of Red's. I have drank 101 different kinds of beers there. Probably why I didn't lose a pound. Actually, I didn't drink 101. On Tuesdays, you can get 2 for 1 hole punches in your membership card so I probably drank more like 65. I got a t-shirt, we get our names on a plaque, and our waitress tore up paper so that we could have confetti. It was great. I feel like a true champion. My work here is done.
* I REALLY want to move out of my house. I live 32 miles from DTS's house, 20 miles from the spaghetti bowl, entirely with the flow of some of the worst traffic in Las Vegas off 95 and Durango. Yes, one exit short of the Mt. Charleston turnoff. I don't mind any of that though. I cannot stand my neighbors! I live in a shared entryway home and I have one neighbor who totally disregards the fact that we all have to share the same driveway. He has FIVE cars, only one of which generally works. He constantly blocks the driveway. He actually got into it with my mom over that. He leaves his huge dog outside without a leash and it poops all over my front yard, and chews up my bush drippers. There's a house near work off Oakey that I would really like, but its way over priced. It's a 2300 sq ft home on nearly a quarter acre, with a pool, 5 minutes from work. They want 450K for it. That's way too much. It may be worth 400K, or just over 400K, and I still couldn't afford that, but 450K is just silly. I may still look at some smaller homes in that area.
* Those kids outside of the hearing room make me feel like fish in a fishbowl, or animals in an exhibit. * Those kids looking at us zoo animals just came in. They are all around my knees making me all nervous. I have got to get outta here. Will be back sometime soon.
jmf
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