Been a while since I’ve posted, and due to the constant pleadings of readers and non readers alike, I figure it’s about time. It’s a painful post really, I’m missing out on valuable David Archuleta face time. Apparently he’s signing autographs at the gateway today; I work in the tribune building (gateway tower one) so it’s my perfect opportunity to meet the man (boy), the myth, the legend. Maybe I’ll join the throngs of 12 and 13 year old girls later. Perhaps their moms are hot, maybe?
Anyway, I have this friend who blogs (who doesn’t blog these days), her name is Val. BT and Val have been good friends of mine for some time. A couple weeks ago Val posted a very kind account of me adopting my dog, which happened about 2.5 years ago I guess. She briefly mentioned the quirks of said dog and the “issues” that can arise with bringing an adult dog into your home. Fortunately, I’ve been quite lucky, but Clementine certainly has her share of weirdness. To name a few; when I let her in the car it’s usually through the rear passenger door. I drive a Nissan Pathfinder, yes…a gas guzzling SUV, so she’ll jump up then basically take the whole back area of the car for herself, the seats are down and no one else is back there. Anyway, one day she jumped in, I shut the door and she began yelping as if she was in pain. I have no idea why, I know she wasn’t stuck in the door. No clue what happened, but ever since then when I open that door she does one counterclockwise loop around the car, THEN jumps in. I suppose she thinks that’s going to make whatever happened that day not happen again. Works for me.
Next story, I’ve been riding my bike everywhere lately. Seriously, everywhere, I’ll get to that in a minute. But Clementine is not allowed on the couches. I put a board on each couch when I leave in order to keep her from jumping up, but sometimes she moves them and sits on the couches anyway. The other day I forgot to put the board on the couch upon leaving. I arrived home by bike, not by car, so she couldn’t hear me coming until I opened the door. As soon as said door was opened, I see her very slowly move from the couch to the lovesac, which is her self appointed bed. She lays on the lovesac and gives me this exact look, “What? Am I not supposed to be up there?” She obviously knows she’s not, but I couldn’t really get mad because it was more funny than anything and in the end, I guess I don’t really care that much. They’re leather and can be cleaned quite easily.
Now, back to this bike thing….I bought a fixie a week or so ago. I figure it’s good training, fun to ride around town and honestly, just another bike I can look at in my house. Furthermore, gas has climbed to nearly $3.50 a gallon (and is poised to go much higher throughout the summer) and I refuse to subject myself to that beating…absolutely refuse. This is my statement politically, environmentally and economically. I won’t, repeat WON’T continue to line the pockets of our current (crooked) administration. I know I’m not the only one who finds it ironic that gas prices (and oil) are at all time highs AND Exxon Mobil reported an $11 Billion dollar profit last quarter, which by the way is the most EVER in a quarter for any company, public or private. So…why should I continue to support that, those execs obviously don’t need the money more than I do, or anyone else reading this for that matter. Sure, there are times where I wake up in the morning and think, it would be really nice to drive in today, but then I just think of my hatred for President Bush and my perspective is brought back to reality. Not to mention, I’m doing my small part of alleviating the sewer that is the Salt Lake City air….and of course, saving myself around $150 a month. I’ll take it.
Let’s see…on the racing front, nothing to report. Lots of rain lately, sub par race results. Finally starting to feel a tad bit fit, but still a long way to go. Note to self: put in a few base miles next year.
Val…you asked, it was a little bit ranty, but worthwhile I hope.