Thursday, September 4th

So, I skipped out of work a tad early yesterday. Right around 5pm or so, and headed home to the pooch. She was waiting happily for me like a good girl when I got there. I had about 60 or so pages left in the book I was reading and I just couldn't put it down. I needed to get it done. So, I opened up the back door with a promise to the pooch that we would go for a walk as soon as I was done. She went out and entertained herself briefly, but not getting attention from mama was driving her nuts. I tried to sit outside and read but the damned mosquitos were killing me, so I had to head back in.

I finally finished the book around 7:30 or so and was surprised to see how dark it had gotten already. A sure sign that fall is on it's way...Anyway, as I was reading, I got my walking clothes on, I got my shoes on, etc, etc. We finally headed out on a really long walk. It was nice. By the time we got home it was really dark, but it was a really nice evening and it was good for both of us. It tuckered our little pooch out.

I knew I should eat dinner but I just wasn't hungry. I started eating some left over crabs but they just weren't hitting the spot. I don't know what it is daddy but nothing is good without you here. The wine just isn't that tasty, dinner doesn't seem interesting, I keep TRYING to make coffee in the mornings and have yet to really enjoy a batch. We need you home and we're counting the minutes!

So, we just hung around, I happened to accidentally switch the television onto the convention and decided that I hate Palin. I won't go on. You know how I feel.

We watched the beginning of Jimmy then went off to sleepy land.

We got up around 7am today and I decided we would go for another good walk. My softball game is at 6:15 tonight and then the Skins game is on so I need to wear the pooch out to buy myself some extra time out tonight.

We made a huge circle around the hood. We went right out of our house, crossed Crestmoor, left onto Pierce, left onto Lorain all the way down to the path, then back up the street to or casa. On the walk we ran into a few friends. The two hound dogs that are usually inside their gate, Charlie the labradoodle that lives on our street and the golden that likes to pee on Lucy. No major plays but a good walk indeed. Here's a shot of Lucy doing her thing:




I came home also thanking god that I am always a little overly prepared with the bags. Our little pooper took 2 shits while out on our walk! I vowed that I will never go out again with less than 4 bags, just to be safe. God I was seriously walking home with 2 pounds of poop. FUN!

We ran into Marina's friend and her two kids walking up the street to the bus stop. Her kids were so cute and loved our Lucy. I had to kind of hold her down so they could pet her. I intercepted a few crazy Lucy jumps but was too slow on the last one and she gave the little girl a full fledged pounce. Ugghh, I felt horrible. The kid didn't cry but she definitely felt Lucy's power and she was a little stunned. Thankfully Lucy didn't get her in the face or anything. The mom was super nice and said they were used to dogs, blah, blah, blah. So, I apologized and kind of scooted up ahead of them. When they passed the house, spirits were back to normal and I told the little girl that Lucy apologizes for jumping on her, that she was just excited to meet her, and she responded by saying, "woof, woof"! It was very cute. The mom said, does that mean it's okay, and the girl said, "yes, woof"! Kids...

Anyway, we got back home after about an hour walk so I could get ready for work. As imagined the pooch was worn out. and I got some cute shots of her on the couch, chillin.

I headed into work and I plan to come home at lunch to see pooch so that I can head straight to the game from my office. I also left my softball clothes at home to ensure I make it home. I've resorted to blackmailing myself!

Anyway, so I'm on my way in, I get to the circle on Western, which I hate, and I literally came inches from getting into a serious accident. I'm talking blood rushed to my feet, shaking, car stopped in the middle of the road to get my bearings!

I don't know what it is about that circle, but people DO NOT know how to drive through it. I would admit if I was negligent, you know that, but I know how to drive and I am always aware there because of the sheer knowledge at how poorly people navigate through it. Anyway, so I wait until there is almost no one in the circle, because I don't like to deal with it. There is a white mercedes coming and it's in the inner most lane - closest to the grass, so, one would assume that the car is not going to cut across all lanes to get onto Connecticut, right? Well, I pull out, in the outer most lane, because I am going to turn right soon to continue onto Western.

So, I pull out and I've almost cleared Connecticut Avenue when the Mercedes cuts clear across me to get onto Connecticut. I swear my breaks shook. My wheels squealed. There may have been room for a hair to squeeze between the two cars. And the Mercedes just kept on going. I mean, it was to the point where there wasn't even a lane in front of me where the mercedes was driving. I had almost passed Connecticut at this point. Anyway, I just sat there, stunned for a moment, in the middle of the road. I was scared, pissed, I wanted to run after the Mercedes asshole and just haul off and punch them. But instead, I headed on my way and into work.

Not a fun way to start the day. I am seriously considering not coming in that way anymore. I would rahter go up a street and hit a light or two than deal with that shit. I bet, if you sat at that circle for about 10 minutes, you'd hear no less than 100 beeps from car horns. I don't get why people don't understand the dynamic of that circle but they don't. And it's not going to change.

So, here I sit, safe and sound at work. I'm going home at lunch then heading to the game around 5:30 or so. I assume I'll watch at least half of the game at the pub, but I don't want to sit out all night long - we'll see what happens and how well the beer and car bombs go down. Plus, who knows how the Skins will look. I pray they don't get demolished.

We miss you daddy and we can't wait to see you tomorrow!!! I leave you with a picture of pooch, wishing you were next to her on the couch snuggling: