It Seemed Like a Good Idea at the Time…

it makes sense that crazy people call me at work, i work at a mental health facility.  i probably shouldn’t be using the word “crazy” to describe our clients, i would probably get in a boatload of trouble were my big bosses to know that i called our consumers crazy.  of course, bill d. did see the 13 on my neck and didn’t really say anything about it, so maybe not… maybe we are more punk rock than i think we are.  we’re not like One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest, though… no straightjackets or Nurse Ratchetts or rubber rooms.  none of that.  no Girl, Interrupted.  nopeso.  sorry to disappoint.

anyway, i talked to my best friend sam from colorado last night.  golly, i miss him a LOT.  he is one of those friends that no matter how long we go without speaking, we’re still cool.  just pick up where we left off, y’know?  he was taking his boxer, kaya, to the dog park when i talked to him… he is a dog lover.  when we were still teenagers, we used to walk around old town in ft. collins and pet people’s dogs.  just random folks out strollin with their pooches, sam and i would ask to pet them.  most of the time people were pretty happy about us wanting to pet their dogs, but we got an occasional rejection.  it’s alright though, the ratio of dogs petted vs. dogs unpetted is like 5:1.  so… that’s pretty good.

haze dog accidentally sliced my thumb yesterday.  i guess, since i am the human in this equation, i should take responsibility but i still kinda blame her.  we’ve been working with the phrase “no ma’am”, so when she pulls i stop her and make her sit and say “no ma’am!” in this very serious voice, and so far it’s going okay… but, she saw a cat and just went bananas and her leash was around my wrist, and all the “no ma’am”s in the world wouldn’t have mattered.  so she jerked the leash, and my thumb got sliced on the car door.  i was going to spend an hour or so beating her last night, but i was just so tired.  i had an epic headache which stuck with me and attacked at 2:30 a.m. and i still have it now.  serious boo-ness.  i don’t think it’s a tumor, but it might be.  i didn’t go to yoga today, so i’ll go on thursday.  i’m swimming tomorrow, which is lovely.  :)

to recap :

1. i work at a job where i talk to mentally ill folks.  i really shouldn’t call them bats.

2. i miss sam, but i am so glad we got to chat last night, even for just a minute.

3. my dog is poorly trained, which comes back to hurt me via sliced thumbs.

4. i have a headache and am sleep deprived. 

5. i am swimming tomorrow and going to yoga on thursday.

that’s all.  no more.  quit trying to intimidate me for more information, jeez!  oh and sorry there were no pictures, sorry sorry.  i’m sorry.  :)