I love my dog.

*Photo--courtesy of my sister

The times they are a changing.

Today was the first day of school for most college students (including this boogie) and the first day since I was 3 years old that I didn't have to go back to school.  So instead I woke up at 5 am for a spinning class.  5 am.  Anyone who knows me probably has figured out by now that I don't really acknowledge the day until about 10 am because any earlier and I'm a zombie.  

Spinning was hilarious/fun and I made a new group of friends:  Diane, Rose, Dave, Bill, Babs, and Jerry.  All over the age of 60 but young at heart.  We talked about our grandchildren, retirement, the absurdity of the Home Towne Buffet going out of business, and the cost of movies these days.  We have so much in common.  

The rest of my day was spent sweating over grad school applications which seem to be increasing in size rather than diminishing.  If someone finds me perched in a tree-- throwing ferbies at mailboxes and singing Backstreet Boys songs, don't be alarmed, I've only gone crazy.

So far I feel like I'm in a halfway house between school and school so...eh, I'll just spin my way on a stationary bike to the next level of excitement with my new gang:  The Retirementalities. 

childhood dilemma

Was anyone else really disappointed as a child when you would eat a tootsie pop to get to the tootsie roll center but in it's place there was gum? That drove me NUTS.

Wow, okay... 

This very moment (as I'm writing this) just realized that I was probably eating a blow pop instead of a tootsie pop. Well that changes everything.

Speaking of blow pops, what was with the wrapper? It took ten years to remove it from the sucker so you could put the darn thing in your mouth and then the surprise was gum, GUM for crying out loud! Idiots.

Richard Simmons and the Silver Foxes

yes.

It's been a while since I've seen this:

So much good came out of this movie.  Por ejemplo:

Chunk: Listen, okay? You guys'll never believe me. There was two cop cars, okay? And they were chasing this four-wheel deal, this real neat ORV, and there were bullets flying all over the place. It was the most amazing thing I ever saw! 
Mikey: More amazing than the time Michael Jackson come over to your house to use the bathroom. 
Brandon Walsh: More amazing than the time you saved those old people from that nursing home fire, right? 
Mouth: Yeah, and I bet it was even more amazing than the time you ate your weight in Godfather's pizza, right? 
Chunk: Okay, Brand. Michael Jackson didn't come over to my house to use the bathroom. He was about to. But his sister did. 

Andy: I can't tell... if it's an "A sharp" or if it's a "B flat"! 
Mikey: Heh, if you hit the wrong note, we'll all "B flat!" 

I was just thinking...

It's ironic that in PARK City there is never any place to PARK.

I swear every time I go to Park City it is the struggle of my life. Yesterday I was in that beloved city with my friends celebrating a birthday and we had a great time but much of that time was spent turning corners in parking lots only to be confronted with signs saying in bolded red:

"ARTIST CONVENTION PARKING ONLY. IF YOU AREN'T AN ARTIST--AND WE'RE GUESSING YOU ARE NOT--THEN WE WON'T LET YOU PARK HERE BECAUSE WE ONLY GIVE PARKING TO PEOPLE WHO ARE ARTSY AND WEAR SCARVES IN THE SUMMER. OH BY THE WAY WE RESERVED EVERY PARKING LOT FROM HERE TO DEER VALLEY SO DEAL WITH IT.  ONE MORE THING, THE GUY IN THE ORANGE VEST MONITORING THE PARKING TAKES HIS JOB VERY SERIOUSLY AND WILL SHOOT YOU POINT BLANK IF NECESSARY."

My other favorite:

"$100,000,000.00 FINE IF YOU ARE CAUGHT PARKING IN PUBLIC PARKING WHERE THE PUBLIC IS ALLOWED TO PARK."

and this:

"30 SECOND PARKING ONLY."

Oh but I got them good, I did multiple illegal u-turns within the Park City boundaries...multiple.