Saturday, August 30, 2008

Walking on sunshine

5 miles! Whoo hoo! We went for another hike this morning at Government Canyon and did it wear me down? Well...yes, but I loved it. The trail was awesome and we only met two people along the entire route so it was very private and secluded. The last mile was the hardest part simply because we knew we were almost home. This is so my new thing and we can't wait to do it again.

We came home and slept and I felt like a bag of sand when I woke up. My muscles were all stiff and sore but it still makes me smile. We have steaks on the grill so the day just keeps getting better. On a happy note, my mama is finally coming home. It's been months and I have missed her. On a sad note, not feeling funny lately. Perhaps because the ugo part of Kugo has been out on vacation and I'm just a solo act. I got nothing.

Gotta go, not being funny has worn me out and frankly it's just too much pressure so why try?


Monday, August 18, 2008



So the monkey and I went to the movies this weekend.  We watched the new Woody Allen movie, Vicky Cristina Barcelona.  We loved the movie.  
We arrived a bit early and were the second couple in there.  As we sat there and watched more and more people come in we thought maybe it was movie day at the retirement home.  Everyone was way old!  This movie is about love, threesomes, and crazy lesbians for bob's sake.  What are all these old people doing here?  Like I said we loved the movie but totally were entertained by the blind and deaf bat behind us.  She sat down behind us and yelled, "I know, I am trying to adjust my hearing aide!!"  "What, I can't hear you!"  "Wait, I think I have it now!"  Monkey and I tried not to laugh out loud.  
They show all these stupid commercials at the movies now. Look at me telling you like you have never been to the movies.  Anyway, the bat behind us yells, "Is this the movie?!"  Uh, it was a Reeses candy commercial.  
The movie finally began and that is when the gasping and oooohhhing began.  She gasped and ooooohhhed way too much.  For everything!  Some where ooohhhs of questions and others were oooohhss of understanding and some were ooohhhs or confusion.  I think there were more oooohhs of confusion.  
Every time she did it Monkey and i would laugh.  At one point she yelled "what is that on the floor?!"   Another time she yelled "what is happening , I dont understand!"  It of course was the scene where they were discussing the threesome!  The younger lady with her kept telling her she would explain later.  We finally had to laugh out loud.  We didn't care, it was way too funny.  When we left I looked back at her and she looked like Dame Edna.  Puffy hair (maybe blue or purple), big glasses, and a flowered dress.  It took everything I had not to laugh in her face.  
It was soooo entertaining and cute

Sunday, August 17, 2008

Before I pass out

Yesterday Big Red and I decided to go to the park and take a long hike. Boy was it long and rough. We went downhill, uphill, over rock, over was brutal. I loved every difficult moment of it. It took us an hour and a half and we thought we were lost until we came out by the golf course. Our shirts were soaking wet with sweat and our thighs were on fire but we had these huge smiles on our faces when we were done.

That last hill about killed me and I had to rest right before we reached the top. It was a straight up climb over rocks and my chest felt like it was going to explode but I did it and I couldn't be prouder of myself. 4 months ago there was no way I could have made this hike but I can today. We decided to do it again and again every weekend and just take different trails until we have hiked all 200 acres of that park. I AM THE QUEEN OF THE WORLD!!!


Tuesday, August 12, 2008

Are you a hummer?

My dentist, Dr. K, she hums. When she is working on my teeth, when she is waiting for her assistant, when she examines x-rays....she hums. I don't mind it, it actually makes me smile but what does it mean? Are people who hum happier?

Sometimes I sing in the shower. It's usually Bette Midler or Barbara Streisand, something older and more classic. Moon River is usually one of my songs. I don't belt it out or even sing the whole song, just pieces of it. When I got out my husband said "I like when you sing in the shower". I asked him why he liked it and he didn't know - just that it made him happy.

Does singing and humming mean you are happy at that moment and if it does can that happiness be passed on to whoever hears it? Interesting thought and one I must ponder on. Perhaps I can apply for a federal grant to study this occurrence?


Saturday, August 9, 2008


I'm not a deaf mute I just don't want to talk to you

You know those people at the hair salon or nail salon that sit there and chit chat with their stylist? That is not me. I prefer to just get in and get out. Small talk makes me uncomfortable. Today at the hair salon the man next to me was asking his stylist where she had been lately. He had apparently come in several times and she wasn't working, which disappointed him greatly. He told her "I guess you're just a girl who gets around a lot". What? That didn't come out right, that sounded like he was calling her a whore. That right there is why I don't chatter on with strangers. Well that and the fact that if they are talking too much they are not really concentrating on what they are doing.

Now take my job for instance. I can't sit around and do what I do all day and hold a conversation. I wish I could and at times, depending on what I am working on, I do. But for the most part if I were to do that, I would make a lot of mistakes because I am not focusing. I also appreciate the stylist who lets me be silent and doesn't try to engage me. If I wanted a conversation, I would call a friend.

That is just a little tip from me to you, no thanks necessary.