Saturday, May 29, 2010

He licked my leg!

Coming back from getting a cup of lemonade at church I passed a service dog - lick. He licked my leg. I don’t know how much you know about service dogs, but I have the pleasure of knowing a lot about them because Craig and I are in the middle of working on a children’s book about a service dog (Diane and Gracie). Service dogs are trained exceptionally well. Not all of them are restrained and smart enough to make the cut.

When you see a service dog harnessed they are “on duty”, meaning they are working and supposed to be doing only what they are trained to do. They are trained to turn off other instincts and focus on the job at hand. You are not supposed to pet them or do anything to distract them from their duties. When I passed this beautiful Black Lab I did not stop to say hello or pause as I passed him; he and his owner were walking in the other direction. Then - lick - he licked my leg! I don’t even know how he slipped it in with the moment we had in passing! As I bent down to wipe it off I thought, “He just licked me!” Then it made me laugh because he got away with it. His owner did not notice and he got a lick in!!

I think I’m like that black lab some of the time. I wanna stay focused on the duties at hand, but like to take a lick of life’s treasures too (not creating harm, of course).

I know tonight I needed it. I’ve had the flu for over a week and my ears are plugged and ringing, and I felt bad and looked bad, BUT, my legs looked good enough to lick, and that’s cool.

I have this scripture on my mind tonight so I thought I’d share it:

Thank you for making me so wonderfully complex!
Your workmanship is marvelous—how well I know it. Psalm 139:14 (New Living Translation)

I’m glad he made dogs too!!

Friday, May 21, 2010

I Love/hate You


"...there was this blowhard teacher talking about how television rots your brain. He said when we are watching television our minds work no harder than when we are sleeping. I thought that sounded heavenly. I bought one that afternoon." Donald Miller - Blue Like Jazz

Isn't TV great? I love letting it entertain me! I hate it when I want it to entertain me and there is nothing ON!! 300 channels of NOTHING! Jet Blue has onboard TV and for which I find myself TV surfing for 6 hours straight, asking Craig what he is watching, wondering why I asked HIM when I know what he's watching… This is a form of torture.


Honest friends, situations that make us honest, honest answers, these are things I love!! What I hate is when people are less than honest. Safe to say, they are lying. I really hate that; in all forms.

Foreign Accents:

YES! I adore foreign accents of all kinds. I wish I could have one or even fake one, but the closest I get is Southern Kentucky, so basically, I can't pull one off.

The only time a beautiful foreign accents goes from adorable to really annoying, is when someone is speaking perfect english, with no accent, and they throw in the accent with certain words, as if they are calling it by the proper name in the proper tone. For example: MOZZERELLA! "So, to make this pizza we need to grab a handful of (say this with a perfect Italian accent rolling the r and ll's, and say it a little louder than the other words) MOZZERELLA(!!) and spread it around." If you've seen the little Italian lady on the Food Network, then you know what I mean.


A lot of my friends have mini-vans. They are so great. It's like driving around in a living-room fully equipped with sofa's, TV's, there are always drinks, you could even hang curtains! At the same time, I hate mini-vans! I guess they are like someone else's living-room, they are fun to visit, but I don't want to go there every day.

Crazy-fun Girlfriends:

Crazy-fun girlfriends ROCK! They are hilarious! They are the first person you think of when you want to plan a girls weekend! Unless, you've already done a girls weekend with them, in which case, you know better. Crazy-fun girlfriends are the ones who want to leave with guys they shouldn't, the ones you have to pull off the bar before the bouncers intervene and the ones who end up in a drama crying fit and throwing up all night. Man I love/hate those girls!


Time sucker award goes to (wait for it..) FACEBOOK! I love that I can keep in touch with everyone. I hate that I am probably keeping in touch with way too many people. Plus, I am a terrible facebooker. I just don't keep up with keeping up and so many friends assume I am part of their conversation; I'm not. I have quilt.


Just kidding, there is NOTHING I hate about Chocolate. Chocolate's the best: its brown (my favorite color), sweet, creamy, satisfying. I can eat it until I feel sick and eat it again after I puke - okay, not really. I do really love chocolate.

Thursday, May 20, 2010


Whenever I mention driving in New York to someone I always get the same responses, "Oh! Driving there is terrible!" or "I would never drive in the city there, it's too scary." The honest truth is that driving in New York is FANTASTIC!! New Yorker's drive like they act; everyone is always in a hurry and they don't have time for any nonsense. The greatest part is that if you make a mistake, or need to change lanes in a hurry, everyone completely understands and has no problem letting you do what you need to do (just don't hesitate). The one time they aren't so forgiving is when you don't drive with the same passion and quick agility as them. If you need to turn right into a shopping plaza, and slow down, slow down a little more, turn on your blinker - OH! This cues the other drivers that you need some quick schooling about 'how things work around here': honks, yelling and fingers fly. I promise the schooling does not take long and once you realize the error of you ways driving becomes liberating and really fun.

Driving in Orlando and most of Florida requires patience. A good number of those on the road are tourist that drive with the map open. This really makes the locals angry because we know that all roads lead to Disney World; you're almost there. Map driving mixed with the intense heat equals serious road rage. The kind of road rage that will get you killed. I've had my life threatened a few times and I didn't even have a map in the car! I just needed to put on some mascara (So! ). There is a lot of traffic in Orlando too, which mixed with the heat (are you getting that its HOT there), makes people cranky. I've seen drivers playing the violin, shave, and read books while driving. Floridians really are great multitasks but they aren't the safest drivers! If you shaved while driving in erratic New York you'd slit your throat, or someone else would do the deed for you because they don't have time for such nonsense!

This brings me to my current location, California. Here if you want to change lanes, you better have planned your move in advance. Drivers here have something against letting people into their lanes, as if they owned them. They won't even look in your direction if you put your blinker on and 'ask' to be let over. I've come to the conclusion that my blinker make me completely invisible. They are passive aggressive behind the wheel and in life. Which is a topic for another blog post. Anyone that has known me for more than a day knows how I feel about lies; I hate them, in any form. When i drive and people act like they don't see me, I feel like I've been lied to and it bothers me.

Californians, let someone over today; you'll be amazed how freeing it can be to let go of your driving-lie and welcome someone into YOUR lane.