Opps

Today I fell down the stairs at work. Clearly this makes my point... I am not good at stairs.

Things I Tend to Do

- Forget to zip my pants after going to the bathroom
- Blink in pictures
- Make-up elaborate worse-case-scenarios in my head
- Cry at movies, shows and even commercials when I'm alone
- Sing loudly in the shower
- Make up songs about animals
- Forget the important details of things I read
- Make jokes that only my dad and I find funny
- Make a strange "hum"/sigh noise in my sleep

From Here to There

So our weekly dinners have been off-kilter for a few weeks now, but we had almost everyone there last night. I love these Monday nights with my friends, because I know they won't last forever and because inevitably there will always be some interesting conversation. But last night, the most honest discussion came in the car ride on the way back from dinner.

Car rides have always struck a special chord with me. I do my best thinking and writing in the car, composing leads to stories or the map of an entire future conversation. As a child my parents would drive me around the neighborhood to put me to sleep, which still works on me to this day (I call it carcolepsy).

I think there is something about the combination of the isolation, the confinement and the inevitable end to a car ride that makes it a perfect breeding ground for solid conversations. My best friend and I, though we live very close to one another again, don't spend a whole lot of time together and have even less one-on-one time, which makes our carpool rides to Monday Night Dinners especially special.

You know the feeling that you have after a pleasantly satisfying meal. You didn't stuff yourself and the combination of ingredients satisfied your taste buds just so that you leave the meal unable to budge the slight upturn at the corners of your mouth.

That's how I felt when I stepped out of the car last night. I can't recall all the details of our conversation. I can't even say that we had any monumental revelations or a particularly significant discussion. I can say that I felt so fortunate to have a friend that I can talk to without having to think and to have the time, the space and the place to facilitate that experience.

Dog Problems

I do love The Format's second album, but that's not what this is about. I'll be the first to admit I have a shopping problem, but this dog problem is a whole other story.

I want a dog. I have wanted a dog of my own for years. True, Jakey is my dog, but it's not the same considering he has always lived at my parent's house and the only time my mom has been able to relinquish him to me was for one night a few months ago when he stayed at my new place with me and ended up peeing somewhere (typical) and puking on my bed in the middle of the night.

And also true, there was Phoenix.... but we don't speak of that incident.

Every few months I go through a dog obsession where I scour the internet for my own furry friend: animal rescue sites, breeders, the pound... you name it I'm searching it.

This weekend was no different. I went to bed Friday night with a list of things I need to search the internet for. A dog was on that list.

I decided the next morning, when I was again awoken by my neighbors un-manned alarm clock, that I was just going to be spontaneous and get a dog that day. And that's what I found Red.

I dragged Jimmy and his mom down to the PetsMart where there was supposed to be a Meet and Greet for Rescue a Golden of Arizona thinking, if he's there than it's meant to be. It turns out the Meet and Greet was only a table with set up with information about the organization. But here I am today, still unable to get Red and the idea of having a dog out of my mind.

I know the repercussions of having a dog: my life will change, I'll have more responsibilities, and I won't be able to take off whenever I want (like I ever do or have any place to go). I know the reasons why I shouldn't: I'm at work all day, I don't live in a place with a yard, it's a big financial responsibility and the kicker... I'm legally bound to the "no pets allowed" rule by my landlord. But I can't help it. I love dogs and I don't see why I can't be like everyone else and have my own. As Jimmy would say, "when do I get mine"?

With a simple phone call, that could all change. I'm still trying to decide if I should take the plunge and at least find out if my landlord would change his mind. The biggest thing thatholding me back is that I want the support of my friends, family and loved ones on this decision, because I know from experience that having to dedicate all my time to a pet can alienate others in my life.

Right now, Jimmy's mom is the only one on board. We'll see what happens.

"This is Zippy!"

Jimmy's "main man from way back in the day."

Wii Havoc

At the beginning of this day, the first day of Hanukkah, I was negative Wii's. Now I have two. I'm not quite sure what this means. Happy Hanukkah!