Solitude

Twin Peaks, remember that show?  I was a huge fan.  At some point in the series they introduced a character that was a shut-in.  Someone that didn't go outside.  Laura Palmer used to visit him.  Bring him meals.  He grew orchids.  I don't remember details, his name, or anything else, but I remember thinking to myself he was the one character I could most relate to.  Someone who doesn't want to go outside and deal with people.  Exposure to someone like him was huge for me.  It was eye opening.  This seemingly weird need to exist in my own world and not interact with others was real.  There was someone else, albeit fictional, who felt the same way.  And he was LIVING the dream. 


Now we have the world wide web.  Introverts have united, maybe alone, in the quiet of their rooms, but united anyway in a common love of solitude.  My only reference to extreme introverted behavior is no longer one fictional guy from an old show.  There are lots of us!  We can be social, just social in a completely alone sort of way.  From afar, curled up with a cup of coffee, and a cat or dog, or both.


 More than a few friends have said to me that they don't know anyone else like me.  A bookworm, loner, who doesn't like social activities, that is fascinated by all things solitary.  Someone who truly dances to the beat of her own private drum.  I actually took pride in those statements.  I have always fancied myself as an individual that doesn't worry or care what other people think of me and the choices I make.  The fact that people know it, and I think, love me anyway, was great news.


Don't get me wrong.  There are people in this world I love and enjoy spending time with.  There are even more that I enjoy a cyber friendship with.  But when it comes to my happy place, and my ultimate comfort zone, I prefer solitude. 


Thankfully, I am married to someone that is equally as comfortable in his own world.  My husband is even less social than I am.  We absolutely and completely love spending time together but we are equally as comfortable doing our own thing.  We can be in two different rooms of the house and not interacting and we are ok with that.  We don't need to spend every waking moment together.  I can happily sit in my library and read or do a puzzle and he will watch tv or work on his hobby. 


Being comfortable alone, being able to do things on my own, is very natural for me.  I have even realized at the end of a day running around town that I just spent an entire day in public but yet feel like I was in a bubble of privacy.  I also realize that I probably had one too many conversations with myself while I did so but hey, who gives a shit.


Anyway, being alone is very different from being lonely.  For me, solitude is a beautiful thing.

Updates

As I tried to update the "About Me" information I had to change the number of cats.  I changed from 3 to 2.  But the good and the bad of it really was a change from 3 to 2 to 1 to empty kitty nesters but then, happily, back to 2.  In just a few years a lot of changes.  A lot of tears, and then, a great deal of joy and laughter. 


Thankfully, not much else changed.  And I am truly grateful for that.  There is something to be said in life NOT changing.  It doesn't mean life if boring.  It doesn't mean I am not doing anything with my life.  It means that in many ways, the good parts of my life are still there.


Since my last post I have traveled to Puerto Rico, Ireland, Argentina, Malaysia, Hong Kong, and Germany.  Each trip unique and amazing 


Oh, and we moved.  We had joked that we would leave our home feet first because we were too lazy to move but alas, the commute got to be too much.  The drive time seemed to be getting longer and longer no matter what the weather.  The final straw was a late night at work when we both left well after rush hour and taking two different routes ended up with almost an hour and half drive to go less than 30 miles.  In good weather!   We looked at each other that night after commiserating about our drives and said, let's move.  We started looking at homes on the internet that night.  A few months later we made an offer on a home.  And only three years after that, we sold the old house and were completely moved out of it....................so I guess we were still really lazy.  We moved in to the new house one car load/trailer at a time.  Then three months later we hired a moving company to get the last of the big stuff moved.  The next 2 years and 9 months would be sent cleaning and remodeling the old house.  We made a deal with a friend that he could live there in exchange for doing some of the work.  Then after he found a home of his own we finished the rest.  Part of the reason we weren't in a huge hurry to sell was the down market.  We probably got close to 40% more by waiting for the market to recover.  And in fact when we were ready to sell the first time homes were selling faster than they were getting listed.  We sold when starter home inventory was at record lows.  And we sold not to someone that would flip it or rent it, but to a sweet family just starting out.  THAT was the most important part.  Our much beloved home went to a couple that would cherish it as their first home where they raised their family.  That house had the best spirit.  So much love.  It was wonderful to pass it on to someone who wanted the home for the same reason. 


Looking back, the other big change was losing my Aunt.  I knew, when I said goodbye to my Uncle that she would soon follow and she did.  Six short months later.  And that broke my heart.  I have never been closer to two people outside of my immediate family.  They were my world.  There are still moments when I think I should call them to tell them about something and it takes my breath away to realize that I can't.  I tell them in my heart.  I talk to them still in my thoughts.  They may be gone from this world but they will never be gone from my heart.  Coping with their loss has been hard.  The hardest thing I have ever had to do.  But we have brought many of their things home with us.  Pieces of furniture that have been around since I was a baby.  The yellow chair/stool that sat in her kitchen.  It's in my kitchen now.  I can't tell you how many dozens of hours that I sat in that chair talking to them while they cooked meals.  In the new house we gained a family room so it was only natural to use their sitting room furniture.  It's not the same as having them there but it provides some level of comfort, of familiarity.  And I know they would love that the things they loved and used endured.  That it has passed on to another generation.

Born to Run

Born To Run, born to forget.........I should have written this crap down.

For a girl that grew up in Jersey in the 80's this is pretty much required reading.  The rock god, The Boss, the man himself has penned a memoir.  But completely aside from that, as I sit quietly and devour his story it becomes all to apparent to me that I screwed up.  I didn't write down much of anything and it would appear that I am not a person who remembers details, dates, names, or well, most things.  Crap.

Social media and the fact that blogger never deleted this thing is about the best way for me to track back information.

The lesson here: Diary, journal, blogging, hell even Facebook isn't a bad thing if for no other reason but to help a person remember their life.  All that living, all those experiences, and whose to say we will remember them a few years down the road.  Hell, I can't tell you what I had for breakfast let alone what I did back in 1986.

How Bruce has done it, if he kept a journal, or if he just has a WAY better memory than me, is impressive.  I am in awe of all that he remembers.  The tiny details, the names, places...........wow.

So there I sat today thinking about this.  And how do I get myself to at least start recording my life on a more regular basis.  It's only going to get worse for me memory wise.  And then I remember my faithful and trusty blog.  I miss it.  Of course I have said that before and quit......again......but I feel I should do something.  And why not try to get back into the swing of what you love.

And in case you are wondering, I am enjoying the book so far. 

A Most Wonderful Weekend

We had a perfect weekend.

First, we went up to the lake. We pretty much just relaxed. Read a lot and watched a movie we gave up on half way through. Inglorious Bastards. It was too slow. And we got bored.

But we did take some time to do some portraits together. We had a great time. The weather was perfect. And the rain held off till we were done!
































This was our favorite one.


When we got home we started to get Hubster ready for his trip to Ireland (still jealous) and then we went off to see Boy J and his new Baby G. Isn't she just the cutest lil peanut!



















We also got caught up on some of our favorite shows. Eureka, Dr. Who, Being Human.

Now I am sitting in a very empty house missing the hubster way too much. He just left 3 hours ago. Sigh................I am quite pathetic.............

What the???

On the way home from work we had to stop by Target. As we were driving past Lowes we noticed a tow truck, a police car, a group of people standing around, and a car with it's front right tire up on a rather large landscape boulder.

How do you turn into a driveway, immediately jump a curb, and manage to put the front of your car up on a boulder?

We would love to know the story..................

11 and still hugging

Hubster and I celebrated 11 years as hubster and wife last month. Of course we went to Mama Maria's in Hudson Wisconsin to celebrate.

I am thankful for all the wonderful things we still are.

We still hold hands
kiss each other good night
call each other to say I love you
save messages just to hear the other's voice
email each other for no reason but to say Hi
laugh together
support each other
work together on projects
work together to make decisions
play

I'm a lucky girl and he tells me he's a lucky guy.

And we are thankful for every day we spend together.

Sum up

So, it's been a while, here's a quick recap:

All the dogs are great. Lily and Caleb are awesome. I even get Caleb to jump in my lap and snuggle now. They are far more social and accepting of strangers. When our friends come to the cabin they will hang out with them, snuggle in bed, and cuddle on the couch with them.

The cats are all doing just as well............

The hubster is at a new job as of this spring. He's enjoying the new opportunities. And is in fact headed for Ireland for two weeks. I am quite jealous...

Last fall I had the opportunity to travel to Spain, Italy, and Germany. It was a dream come true.

We continue to enjoy life in Minnesota as well as our lake house in Wisconsin. Up at the lake we have a bald eagle that lives on or near our lake, and we have spotted the black bear that we were told lived on or near our land.

We also have a family of Loons on the lake. Mom, Dad, and baby happily swim around all day long.

The list of books I have read is much longer. But the list of books I want to read is still even longer. My newest author that I adore is Brandon Sanderson. He's been hired to finish the Robert Jordan series and deservedly so. He's fantastic. I have gotten three other people completely hooked on his stories.

My family is all well. My friend Boy J recently became a father. His baby girl Grace was born on July 3rd. And we are so very happy for him.

For better or for worse life has been wonderfully, peacefully quiet during the hiatus from blogging.

I have of course added to the shoe collection. Would you expect anything less?

That's about all for now. Happiness to you all.

Butts in seats

Hubster and I went to Hom furniture on Sunday. This summer we took our three legged couch (the fourth leg was 2 2x4's) up to the cabin. So since June we have only had two chairs and a rocker in the living room. Which has been fine since we are anti-social and don't ever have company. However we discovered that a couch is more than just butt in seat space. You can snuggle on a couch, lie down on a couch, stretch out on a couch. So we have been thinking about getting a couch but it wasn't something we felt a big need for. This morning the hubster found himself sitting on the floor reading his paper because the kids were all sleeping in puppy/kitty piles on the chairs. Ok, so we could have told them to get down but they looked so cute and were sleeping so nicely.

Thus while we were out running a few errands we decided to check out couches. Couches on sale plus an additional 10% off. Well, why not? So the hubster and I started looking at leather. Then we went on to fabric. We decided to stick with leather since the animal hair will stick to fabric like glue. We put our butts in a lot of seats. It was fun trying to figure out what mattered to both of us. This was a first for us. We had never couch/chair shopped together before.

We learned a ton of things about leather couches from Joe the fantastic salesman. Seriously, if you are local, go see Joe at Hom Furniture in Woodbury. He's the bomb. (Email me if you want his last name) We had a pleasant experience and he was very helpful. We were just about decided on a couch when he came over and told us that he didn't think the couch was the best choice for us because the type of leather it was. It was a fantastic nubuck leather, gorgeous color, soft, warm, and totally comfortable. But, he said with animals we would honestly not be happy with how the couch would look in a few months. Nubuck leather apparently turns darker when it gets wet and the dark never goes away. And since dogs like to lick, which ours do, we would probably have dark spots really quickly.

Ok, one down, 4 left. Two were recliners and two were regular. The difference in price would be an additional 400 or 700 bucks if we went recliner.

So, since we were getting serious about this couch thing I had to get serious about picking one out. So off went the boots. And a sock footed Newt went PLOP. I always curl up on a couch while the hubster likes to sit with his feet on the floor. Couch 1: Not very good curl up comfort. Couch 2: Perfect. Hubster thought it was adorable that I was now running around the store in my socks trying out couches.

We are now down to 3. So, sitting on couch 2 we discussed the pros and cons of getting a recliner. Pro: Comfort comfort comfort. Con: Comfort (we'd never go back to work), distance we would have to put it from the window/curtains thus taking away already limited living room space, cats could crawl under couch and get stuck. Another point we thought about was at 4-7oo bucks difference we could actually buy a couple single recliners. Especially since Hom does a lot of Buy 1 get one free recliner chair sales. So, sitting quietly on the comfortable couch we decided quite logically and agreeably to go for Couch 2.

So, let me introduce you to our new couch:

Our weekend up north and a question

Monday I had an email from my boss. Tragically he lost his son during labor. We had been receiving messages from him updating us all on the progress but late Friday the messages stopped. We all assumed they were celebrating the arrival of their son and hadn't had time yet to update us. I mean, we are after all just the co-workers. But sadly we learned why there was silence for so long.

On Wednesday they had a beautiful service for him. Their church is huge, modern, and absolutely beautiful. The congregation resides in the wealthiest 20 mile radius in the state. And the size of this new church and all its amenities shows it.

Which leads me to my question. At what point in modern times did it become acceptable to wear shorts, flip flops, and dirty stained t-shirts to church. Actually to a funeral for cry'n out loud???

Where has our sense of decorum gone? Is it simply a case that if we can get the freak'n kids into a church we don't care what they wear? Just so long as they are there? I mean seriously folks. Would it kill them to put on a pair of pants and a button down shirt for 1 lousy hour? Or for the girls to wear a skirt that actually covers her underwear????

What am I missing? Am I that out of touch? What happened to Sunday best?

And what is wrong with parents these days?

I'd love to hear from you.

Paradise on Earth

Some things are worth the wait. We've talked about it since we met. We explored the posibilities, but we never found anything that made us get serious. But then, out of the blue, we found heaven. 12 wooded acres and 450 feet of our own shoreline on a small private lake. With an absolutely perfect cabin to top it all off. It's located in a rural part of NW Wisconsin. The dogs absolutely love it. We have even discovered that our little Caleb is far more bonded to us than we thought. He's been off leash and he sticks close. In fact he's my little shadow. So this cabin has been good for our whole family.

There are a ton of pictures. But I had a hard time sorting through.

Hair and Beyond

Happy Thursday!

Not much going on in Newt Land. We have cloudy skies, warm air, and the threat of rain. For the next several days. Sigh.......

Oh, I totally forgot to tell you guys! On Friday the hubster and I were heading home and I said that we should take the dogs to play ball on our walk. The hubster said, "oh, I was hoping you could clean out Pearl's kennel" I of course say "Ewwww, I don't want to do that, there is so much hair." The hubster than dropped the news, "Oh, well, B is coming to get her at 7:30. They sold their house" Well hot DAMN. I have no problem staying home and cleaning out the cage of chaos. So, bless her big black lab heart, Pearl is now home where she belongs. And my house has returned to what little semblance of peace and quiet we had before the "Pearl Years". At least it seemed like years................but actually only a little over two months.


And now for some pictures for ya!

Caleb being cute (which is what he does best)

My view while reading on Saturday
And --- drum roll please --- the hubster cut hair

Whole Lotta Nut'n Go'n On

So, let's see............................



We watched "We Own the Night" which has a great cast, wasn't a bad flick. But had its slow moments and a few things that made the NY cops seem more like keystone cops. As in - they had the place surrounded but apparently not so much so that the bad guys couldn't jump out 3 different windows/doors and get away. HELLO! Not even Reno 911 cops are THAT stupid.



I have been on a reading craze. I finished The Nature of Monsters. And while not a bad book I wouldn't tell anyone to run out and get it. I also read The Name of the Wind by Patrick Rothfuss. And WOW!!! This is the authors first book. It's going to be a series. And I am very glad for all of it. I actually picked this book up on impulse when I ordered a few other books at Amazon. This was a recommendation that popped up as I was ordering. It sounded good so I thought I'd give it a try. And I am very thankful I did. If you like George R.R. Martin, Robert Jordan, or any of those HUGE epic fantasy stories you will certainly love this one. Talk about a book you fall into. This author really does deserve some kudos. A co-worker read it after I was finished and we both agreed that this series is going to be a more mature Harry Potter. It's not a copy, please don't get me wrong. It just has the same feel as Harry but written at the adult level.

In addition to those I have started The Age Of Unreason series by Gregory Keyes. I am currently on Book 3 of 4. And I LOVE this series as well. I was going to only read book one and then move on to something else and then eventually read 2, 3, 4. But this has been such a fun read that I am going to run through the series without stopping. Something I almost never ever do.



Aside from reading a ridiculous amount we have been planting stuff in the yard. Putting out our yard furniture and in general enjoying whatever spring we get. The weather hasn't been too terrible but it hasn't been too great either. Thankfully we were far far away from the tornado's that hit over the holiday weekend.



I will leave you with a few shots:

Socs, Sophie, and Lily enjoying a cuddle

A visitor to the neighborhood
Visitor takes flight
To try and join his friends -

but he sort of landed on the wrong side of the fence

Good thing our neighbors dog wasn't out in her yard

Murphy

Murphy made this set of laws and right now I'm a little resentful of the dude.


If life is going smooth you will hit a bump..................


See, that is why I called my last post The Calm Before the ??? - rang true. Life was peaceful, serene, happy. And then WHAM! All kinds of little tiny things piled up until I was buried.

Now being the positive person I am I do try to follow the "if life gives you lemons" sort of philosophy but when life seems to bury you under lemons it gets a tad hard to free up a hand to squeeze some lemonade out.

If you remove the flannel sheets from the bed it will get cold again!

and if you really want to screw yourself:

The day you change from the winter wardrobe to the summer one the temperature will drop a good 20+ degrees.

Let's just say we had frost alerts...................................grumble grumble

There are a few other piles of lemons right now in my life but I won't go into detail. It will bore you even more. Including the best boss ever has announced she is leaving.

I am however thankful that all my piles of lemons are things I can handle and get through. Nothing earth shattering has occurred. But I had enough stresses that I crawled into my shell and have not been seen since. .

And I apologize for that.

I am like an ostrich, i put my head in the sand at the first sign of trouble.

But enough already. I'm sitting up again. Face towards the sun.

I have way to much to be thankful for to let the little things in life get me down.

I will leave you with some pictures of all that is beautiful in my life:

Lily found the drippings under the grill - and got a little dripped on

Tulips in my yard

My apple tree
ground cover
A few views of my front yard

The Calm before the ????

I am at one of those peaceful times in my life. Everything, right now, at this moment feels utterly and completely perfect.

We have health, happiness, love, and good things on our horizon.

Maybe it is just the promise of spring. Whatever it is, I don't want this moment to ever end.

My yard is really starting to grow. Below is the boulevard. Not a lot of flowers yet but they will come.

Only tulips and daffodils at this point but more to come...........
Beauty in Hosta
Beauty in my hubster and our babies. I could have stayed frozen for all time watching this.

Weekend Recap

Read a little

Weeded a little

Took Caleb and Lily for a longish walk

Lily snorts the whole way - she has the breathing problems like a Pug does

Caleb was pretty good. He only got scared and dropped to the ground twice which for him isn't too bad

Watched the birds at the bird feeder

Went to the MIL's for Mother's day

Debated getting some flowers

Didn't progress beyond debate

OH, and got the most amazing package from Gary the Potter! My "corkers"!!!! They are so cute!
So, these pictures wouldn't load a few days ago: Here is proof that all of Mike's patience was worth it. I have birds on the feeder. The seed is actually about half way down now.


And this little rock duck I got at the Minneapolis Farmers market last year. I just love it. And I loved the shadow it was making the other morning.

Zippitty Doo Dah!

It's been a quiet week in Newt's world. Work is still wonderful. Still LOVE my job. Yippee!

And the weather has been incredible.

First, I will tell the story of this picture:

I was with Mike at the Cathedral of St. Paul and we took tons of pictures of the place. There were maybe 3 other people in there as well. But of course, in Newt fashion I turn a corner and see the set up of candles. I don't know what the correct term is for them. Anywhoodle, of course what comes out of my mouth, not too loud, but not in my head was "Holy Shit, FIRE! What an awesome picture for WWC" I then did what I can only describe as a duck and hide just in case any lightening bolts headed my way.

On that same Mike's Visit note - he was with me when I purchased a bird feeder for the front yard. For the next few days the poor boy spent more time than he wanted to watching out the window for the first customers. Well, a week later the birds have finally figured out the feeder exists. And I have a photograph to prove it. However it wouldn't load in this post so I'll have to try it again tomorrow.

However this morning I did go out and take a few shots of the Spring that is Sprunging in my yard:

You saw this flower a few days ago but it was so pretty I had to take more pictures.

And this is up into the Maple tree. It's a spring show tree so we get these pretty groupings of flowers. The tree is crap for fall but we don't care. It's a beautiful tree. And look at that sky will you! It's BLUE. Clear, beautiful springtime blue!
And lastly, here is the little guy that was on the bird feeder but then flew off to sit in our beautiful maple tree. I liked the backlighting on this shot.

This and That

Dreamt This:

A football player that I liked and respected was going to quit and had disapeared. I can only assume he was with the Colts as Dungy was in the dream as well. Anywhoodle, I was out with my boss at an outdoor shopping center getting coffee when I spotted him in the crowd. I then proceeded to beg and plead with him to come back to football. He told me to leave him alone and started to walk away. So I did what anyone would have done, I tackled him. So there I am hitting the pavement with a very large linebacker using me as cushioning from the ground. And I still managed to squeek out all the reasons he should be back in football. Something about me being a vikings fan but that I was also a fan of his. Blah blah blah. And that when Tony came into the picture and joined me in trying to convince him to play.

So apparently we succeeded because then I was on the team bus traveling around. And I was leaning on his knee as we were looking out at some local landmark.

And despite the sound of it there was nothing sexual about it. I mean, he was all muscle, big, lean, and beautiful but it stopped there. Don't ask me. I woke up a little disapointed that my dream was so innocent. Oh well.

When I went up to bed the hubster was watching a football game on ESPN classic. So that must be where this all came from. And my friend that just visited lives in Indy.

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Thinking That:

On the drive into work I heard this song:

I went to a Hooters concert in 86 or 87 at Hershey Park. It was a really fun concert. Night time, lot's of open space. Thousands of people dancing and having a great time. Much like in the video. Just lots of people with big hair having a total blast. This has always been a big feel good song for me. Love the Hooters.

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Doing This:

Yesterday was another perfect weather day. As soon as I got home from work the dogs and I played in the yard. Then I curled up in a chair and read. The windchimes were quietly singing away, the breeze was softly blowing. The dogs stretched out on the porch and slept in the sun.

Took this: (Courtesy of the Muttprincess)

You Are 24% Evil

A bit of evil lurks in your heart, but you hide it well. In some ways, you are the most dangerous kind of evil.

How Evil Are You?

The Muttprincess has promised to help corrupt me more. Phew, I'm relieved. I don't like being so little evil.

However, I do have a bone to pick with the survey:

SO, let me get this straight. I am evil because: I don't believe in God and or I hate kids.

Seriously?

SERIOUSLY?????

Excuse me, but the historic records prove that the most violent attrocities were committed in the name of God. HELLO people. I think there is some potential evil in the whole belief in God thing there. Regardless of where you stand we can't deny that great evils were committed in the name of religion.

And have you ever tried to relax in your backyard, read a book, listen to windchimes, even nap in the warm sun and had the moment completely destroyed by the screaming hyena of a child next door.

Or those nice dinners at a restraunt completely ruined by either A. the child jumping up and down on the booth seat behind you, or B. the screaming banchee throwing a fit and spitting out peas?

Please, we all hate kids once in a while.

Mike's Visit Recap

Friday:

Mike arrived.
Drove him around St. Paul
Ordered Wongs Chinese take-out
Watched Dr. Who and Graham Norton

Saturday:

Went to the Mill City Museum in Minneapolis
It is the site of the former Gold Medal Flour Factory
The Pillsbury factory is right across the river
The Mill blew up once, was rebuilt, closed, and then burned down
Surprisingly a flour museum is a very cool way to spend an afternoon
Even got to see an explosion – what happens when you mix flour, air, and a spark.
Damn – who’d have thunk

Stopped at Surdyks to get some wine
Porky’s for really good burger, onion rings, and shakes
Then on to Como Conservatory and Zoo
Beautiful, green, and warm
Lasagna for dinner
Then we watched Beowulf

Sunday

Mall of America with Girl J

A grad party
Then a night of chatty craftiness
That ended up being pretty much devoted to watching Eureka

Monday

I had to go into work
So Mike watched more Eureka (he’s addicted)
Then I got off work early, picked him up and off we went
First stop: Mickey’s diner.

Dad wanted me to take him there for the experience
It's quite common for a state senator to be sitting next to a homeless person at Mickey's
In other words, the whole world goes there
And the people watching, the interaction, and the "life" is totally awesome
Very yummy lunch
On the way out we got stopped by a woman in the street
It went something like this

Woman: Are you going to the west side?
Newt: No
Woman: Can you go to the west side?
(note: it’s about 40 degrees and she is in a thin cotton dress and flip flops)
Newt: Sure
Woman: Thanks

She gets in – she smells of pot

Woman:
I need to go see my counselor
I have to get meds for my schizophrenia
You guys must be vampires
Cause you are nice
I am going to start a website about vampires
And I’m going to make lots of money
And I’m going to fast for 70 days
Like Jesus
And I’m going to take a picture of myself every day
I don’t know why meds have to have side effects
I mean, they might cure what you have but then they make you sick
You know, like cancer
Your hair falls out and stuff
They could cure everything with herbs
And if I could only take two medicines at once I could get better
But my doctor says no
He’s lying
Ok, maybe he’s not lying but I really want this other medication
But herbs are just as good
And there are Mexican werewolves
They are moving into the area
Which is good
Because they are going to take care of the black werewolves
And the white and Asian ones
It’s good that we are getting more Mexican werewolves
We need them to take care of the bad black werewolves
And the Asian and white ones
But you guys are vampires
And I’m going to start a website really soon about vampires.

About a mile later we dropped her off at her clinic. She said Thank you and went inside.
We drove for a bit before we cracked up
I swear the poor woman never took a breath from the moment she sat down
And I barely got a word in edgewise while trying to get directions from her

And all Mike and I could think was Blog Fodder Blog Fodder
And I know Dad will be proud because we have one more story for "Adventures at Mickey's"

After that we went to the Cathedral of St. Paul

Then some shopping on Grand Ave
Then dinner with The Mutt Princess and Grasshopper
Which was totally awesome
Best three and a half hour dinner I have had in YEARS!

authors note: Please don't send hatemail about making fun of the mentally ill and homeless. If I was an ass I wouldn't have picked her up in the first place. It was obvious she was staying at the shelter across the street. I gave her a ride because she was cold and it is a pretty long walk. So get off your high horse and just enjoy the humor in the situation. It's not every day I get called a vampire.