Good News Bad News

The good news is that Adam is back from his 5 straight nights in the city.Whew.He made decent money but I am definitely not a fan of jobs like that. The bad news is that I almost got arrested.

I am in a much better mood.We had another fight on Saturday about my not being up bright and early to walk the dog by the time A came home around 10:30 am. Am I such a low-life because I don’t think sleeping late on a Saturday morning is so bad? I mean: I walked the dog late, late the night before so that he wouldn’t be dying for a pee by 11am.

So A was very disapproving and grumpy. I got up, dressed and took the dog – planning on staying out for hours and I didn’t expect A to be still home when I got back. But he called me and apologized. That turned everything around back to good.

While I was still steaming about being accused of being a dog abusing low life I went into Duane Reade with Bozzio.If you haven’t been reading for long:Bozzio is a 65 pound Pitbull Boxer mix.He is the kind of friendly smiley dog most people who see him treat like he is going to bite off their faces, legs, arms or feet if they allow him to get too close.
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I used to be grumpy about this but now I just enjoy the extra room I get on the sidewalk when folks see us coming. I mean, really. People are so dumb sometimes. And they all go on and on about not being racist towards people but when it comes to dogs it’s OK to make the exact same kind of blanket stereotype judgements about a breed of dog!

In the drugstore I got my saline solution and was hunting for razors when a manager in his tie and name badge announced to me that I couldn’t have a dog in the store.I looked right at him and said “Yes I can!” he blinked in shock and I headed toward the register.

I really needed my saline solution and I was determined to buy it before the police came. If they came.I assumed he had called them because I saw him go up to the glass doors and look out anxiously.

Many, many times I have seen people bring their dogs into Duane Reade drugstores. I used to tie Bozzio outside because people were so biased against his breed. But when I kept seeing other large breed dog-owners blithely traipsing in and out of the stores I said HEY, Me Too.

Fact: if you allow dogs into your stores you have to allow all dogs into your stores, because last time I checked it is not illegal in the state of NY to own a Pitbull.

So no fair allowing “good dogs” into Duane Reade and freaking if you see Bozzio (who is so harmless it’s not even funny anymore ). Bozzio loves Everybody.
I made my getaway, passing 2 rather unimpressed looking policemen just as I was half a block away from the store.

Maybe I am just flattering myself that they were coming for me but that store manager did look cheesed enough to call 911.
It’s funny though, this incident made me see red but when A. called to apologize I told him about it and saw how funny it was. That store manager’s face when I said Yes, I can!

I’ve succumbed to a TV show

I do not like to watch regular TV.Commercials.I don’t have the thing that records shows,either. So I just don’t watch them. But you all just keep going on and on about Grey’s Anatomy. So I rented 2 DVD’s( a far better way to watch a TV show if you can stand to wait which is easy to do if you don’t give a crap). I thought I was renting one season.Turns out I grabbed the first 5 episodes of the first season and the last 6 episodes of the 2cnd season. What an idiot!

I watched non stop from @9pm until 6am. And let me tell you: Blockbuster better have the episodes I skipped when I scurry there tomorrow like a freaking junkie.

Crappy Day

I had a crappy day today.
One: I took a nap@1pm. I am a terrible napper. I don’t set an alarm and so naps turn into all out sleep. I can sleep for days if no one wakes me. I am like a bear hibernating.
My nap that didn’t end took me out of the running for the day’s most productive person.
And I missed Bozzio’s afternoon walk.Never mind that I got up at 8:30 am to walk him(a super human feat of will) and was out with him until 10:30. Never mind that I also hauled my boyfriend’s and my collective 30+ pounds of laundry to the drop off as well as walking the dog.

No! I am still the bad person. Because Adam came home around 5pm and found me still sleeping.
The shame. The horror. He was so mad at me that he didn’t talk to me for the rest of the time he was here. He is doing a petsit in the city that requires him to stay overnight. So that stunk.
I got mad,too. Like, I do all this stuff around the house:shopping cooking and cleaning and doing my work and walking the dog.

Sometimes I work all night and don’t sleep at all. Sometimes I reverse sleep. I sleep during the day like any other night worker does. So why am I always feeling guilty? Don’t I support myself? Don’t I carry my own weight? It would be one thing if A. supported both of us only to come home and see his no good girlfriend asleep and the dog unwalked.

I agree that one must have some structure in one’s life which work supplies. I don’t really live by any routine but I do like the work that I do so I do it. A lot. And I skimp on sleep grabbing my “naps”. Today I managed a gargantuan 6 hours of sleep.
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Ugh.Why must we sleep at all? Don’t they have a pill yet to let us only sleep a few hours a day without health problems ?I love to sleep but it’s so hard for me to just stop everything and shut my eyes. I am the daughter of 2 nightowls. Neither my mother or father want to sleep when they are supposed to,either.
So A went on back into the city and I tried to get into updating some Web sites but I just felt cranky and surly. So I had a big old glass of Bloody Mary.I hope tomorrow is better.
By the way: dropping off laundry is so much better than doing it yourself! Phew.we’re good for another week and a half.