one thing that bugs me

OK...there are many things that bug me, and this is merely one, but I thought I would share. Have you ever noticed that in almost every commercial or movie where a scene takes place at night, the streets are ALWAYS wet. As if it had just rained. You see this most often in car commercials, as the car, truck, or SUV is moving through a hip, urban setting, and everything looks fresh and new because the ground all around them is perfectly and symmetrically wet...but there's no puddles, that would be ugly. It's as if they're trying to say that it rained right before the car came whisking through the cameras purview...like it rained just a little bit...just enough to get every square inch of pavement wet...and then stopped abruptly. Don't get me wrong. This is not one of things things that I stay up at night worrying about. Let's just call it a mild annoyance. I'd bet that many of you reading this haven't the slightest idea what I'm talking about. So I would like to challenge you to see this for yourself. Pay very close attention for the next week. Try to find an instance in a commercial or movie that DOES NOT mimic what I just described to you. If you've never noticed that this is the case, I think you'll be astounded at how prevalent it actually is. Thanks...that is all.

Pooptastic! Don't worry...funny poop...not gross poop.

So it's been a while since I've posted a blog. But some events have transpired recently, that I felt the urge to share with everyone.

Recently, we've been dog-sitting for a friend who is moving. So it's one of those extended dog-sittings. We don't mind, because the dog were are sitting is a dream. Her name is Tinkerbell, and she's a mini black-and-tan Dachshund...so basically a mini-Linus. And they are great together! But Tinkerbell is seriously one of the sweetest, most low-maintenance dogs I've ever met....and man is she quiet! It's very nice to have a dog that doesn't bark every time a flea farts...but it'd also be nice if she barked when she really really really needed to go outside. The other night, the dogs and I were downstairs watching TV after I got home from work. The dogs had already been out twice since I got home, and it was time to go to bed. So we went upstairs to go to bed. As I'm getting ready for bed, I look out into the bedroom, and there's Tinkerbell squatting and peeing on the floor...I guess it snuck up on her.

Then, the next morning, after the dogs had been out twice previously, I was getting ready for work...and found where Tinkerbell had pooped on the floor in the bathroom...!!

This was not the worst, however. Last night, same scenario, I had been home from work for a little while, and the dogs and I were downstairs watching TV. Well, whenever we're downstairs, we have a baby gate that we put up so that they dogs can't run amok upstairs without our knowledge. And it's not a big deal, because the cats can jump over it to get to their litter box upstairs...or so I thought. I know I have seen Autumn jump over it a million times, because sometimes she knocks it over when she does so. But after the events of last night, I now recall that I have never seen Austin jump over said baby gate....

Here's the scene: I'm watching TV, the dogs are playing with each other. Then I hear both of them go into the downstairs bathroom, and are obviously interested in something. So, I get up to go see what they're doing...envisioning the two of them wrapped up in an entire roll of toilet paper or something. When I turn the corner, I see both of them looking up towards the sink in the bathroom. So, naturally, my eyes follow their gaze...to see Austin...squatting in the sink...pooping!! Apparently the poor guy had to go, and couldn't jump over the baby gate!!! At least he had the sense to poop in the sink!!! For those that are easily grossed out, skip the next paragraph!!

When I get Austin upstairs, and go back to the bathroom, it hits me...the most foul odor I have ever encountered. So I turn on the bathroom fan, pull my shirt up over my nose and mouth, and spray about a whole can of air freshener in the bathroom, directly into the sink, and all surrounding areas. Sadly...this dead nothing for the putrid odor that was now permeating through the entire downstairs. I summon the courage too look into the sink to see what could be causing such an abomination. I see a big...I mean BIG pile of brownish goo. So I did the only thing I could do, (because I know if I left it for Candice to deal with, I would not be alive to write this!), I turned on the hot water and washed it all down the sink! Then I left the hot water running, (hopefully to sterilize the sink), and went to the kitchen and grabbed a scrubbie and the comet...and went to town on that sink.

If you skipped the last paragraph, welcome back! So I don't know what's wrong with the animals in my care! I listen intently for any sign that the dogs might need to go out, or a cat is in distress....because lord knows, cleaning up poo and pee-pee is NOT my favorite thing in the world to do!

Anyway...that's it! I just thought I would share!

Nicotine Patches are fun!

So I started the nicotine patch last week to quit smoking, and one of the things they tell you is that it can cause "vivid dreams". Boy has it, and I wanted to share 2 of them, because they were awesome!

So it was maybe the second or third night on the patch, and I had the following dream:
It was the last game of UGA's season, and for some reason we were playing Florida in the last game, and for some other reason, I got to play. I don't know if I was going to school there or what, but it's a dream so it doesn't really matter! So here we are in the last game of the season, I'm on the field in Sanford Stadium, House is our coach...yes I said House from the hit show on Fox, (I think I had just watched a house marathon before going to sleep!). So I was playing and I was kicking ass, and we ended up beating FL 84-14. We're going nuts, the fans are going nuts. One of the players asked, "Wasn't that an awesome game?"...to which House replied "NO!", and hobbled off the field with his cane...he is an ass remember! Then, a few of us hung out on the field to relish in our victory while the stadium cleared out. After it cleared, Matthew Stafford threw me a few passes. Then finally we headed to the locker rooms. I got lost going to the locker rooms for some reason, and meandered around campus. I ran into a friend of mine from college, Allison Pig, and we talked for a while. Finally I found the locker room, but apparently it was the wrong one, because I walked through and there sits the FL cheerleaders, acting dejected because their team had just been beaten so handily. Finally, I made it to the correct locker room, where I took off all my equipment and went to go take a shower, but I didn't have any soap. But magically, a little bar of hotel soap appeared in my hand. So I showered and there's where the dream ends.

Dream number 2, I had this one last night:

Apparently in my dream, I found out that my dad was the first bassist in the band the Doobie brothers. I saw his signature on the liner notes of their first album. But apparently, he left the band shortly before the release of said first album because of some unknown reason. After I found this out, I worked it out to reunite him with his former band mates to start the band over as it should have always been.

I think I had the latter dream because I watched some of "This is Spinal Tap" right before going to sleep. One of the scenes was the one where the former guitar player comes back to the band, right before they were to play a concert.

So there you go! Just thought I'd share!