Well, I have started to walk again. No, I am not doing the 3-day. I just have started to walk again, and am hoping to keep up the good habit. I have to admit it is easy to have the desire to walk since Ginger is in the picture. I like to take her for walks, and she needs them, so I have to do it. It is like taking a PE class at a community college, you are getting graded, you have to do it. My dog's health depends on it, I have to walk. (Note that I do not care about my health). Yesterday, it was up Laurel street from Columbia to 6th. Mama was done. Up the hill and back down was enough for me. I have to say, that I have actually not fallen out of shape too much from the 3-day, because I was not still or sore after it, I just DID NOT want to walk any more. Ginger took it like a champ. Even came home and played fetch for a while. Today, we went again. If you do something once it is a strain, if you do it every day, it is a routine. But, today, we went all the way up the hill, and to the dog park. The dog park is grand because, well, I can sit, but, Ginger played chase random doggies for a solid hour, and then we headed home. Again, I am not stiff or sore (yet), and Ginger is curled up in my lap totally pooped.
Can I do this everyday? No, unfortunately, I don't always have the time. Three times a week though, and I think I will be set.
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
Follow up
I never did figure out what Ginger was barking at, and after a once over through the house with a towel, and the hammer, with Ginger following behind me wagging her tail, I did notice that yes, I had in fact left the back door unlocked, but no one was in the house. I called Charles and he was on his way home, then I called Miss J, and talked with her, till Charles came home. Way to feel like a big girl, in my big girl house!
Monday, August 15, 2011
Silly Things that startle
Well, it took a while, but I finally had my first I am alone in the house freak out. I bring these things on my self, but, here is how it happened...
I watched the Criminal Minds marathon on A&E. I really like this show. Behavior analysis fascinates me. How awesome would it be to be a profiler? Seriously. Granted, I have loved the notions of profilers since Fox Mulder and Frank Black came in to my life and made the non-supernatural ability to read a person's behavior by what they leave behind, and then actually be able to pinpoint what kind of person they are became the thing to do on TV. Frank Black was the best, by the way.
The problem is, if a) it is on TV, and b) they are criminal profilers, c) the person they are chasing is very, very scary. So, as I watched five solid hours of people following people who were mutilating people because they HAD to, as their patterns and behavior suggested, I sort of got a little creeped out as it got dark outside, and I realized that Charles would not be home for a long time.
So, what do I decide to do? Lock all the doors, turn on the lights and hide? No. First I make a trip to the basement to get the laundry. The basement is creepy any way, but, after the added stimuli, I didn't really like it. THEN! Lock all the doors, turn on the lights and hide. NO! I decide I really need to take a shower. I was filthy, and, it is just TV, you are fine. So, I am in the shower. While in the shower, I have the thought, I can't remember if I locked the back door when I came in from the basement. No problem, you are fine... just finish your shower, silly.
Now, Ginger starts barking. Ginger who only has barked at Mark and Josh when they scared her (two big guys) and Grace, a dog who is deaf, and sadly couldn't tell that she was infringing on Ginger's territory. (I love Grace, by the way, I am just emphasizing the usual lack of bark).
So, now, I am not sure if I locked the doors, I am standing in the shower, and the dog is barking. Now, I have no choice but to believe that, yes, the axe murderer is in the house, and Ginger is now fighting to protect you.
Perhaps, the notion of Ginger being protective is enough to throw off the axe murderer. You know, disarm or distract them mentally.
But the big question was, when I come flying out of the bathroom, naked, dripping wet, with a hammer (the only thing I could find near by) swinging and screaming, will that be enough to scare them? I only need to make it to the door, and out, Ginger will follow me, and I can head to the neighbors. Someone will help a naked, screaming soaking wet girl with a hammer and their small dog at the door in middle of the night, right?
I watched the Criminal Minds marathon on A&E. I really like this show. Behavior analysis fascinates me. How awesome would it be to be a profiler? Seriously. Granted, I have loved the notions of profilers since Fox Mulder and Frank Black came in to my life and made the non-supernatural ability to read a person's behavior by what they leave behind, and then actually be able to pinpoint what kind of person they are became the thing to do on TV. Frank Black was the best, by the way.
The problem is, if a) it is on TV, and b) they are criminal profilers, c) the person they are chasing is very, very scary. So, as I watched five solid hours of people following people who were mutilating people because they HAD to, as their patterns and behavior suggested, I sort of got a little creeped out as it got dark outside, and I realized that Charles would not be home for a long time.
So, what do I decide to do? Lock all the doors, turn on the lights and hide? No. First I make a trip to the basement to get the laundry. The basement is creepy any way, but, after the added stimuli, I didn't really like it. THEN! Lock all the doors, turn on the lights and hide. NO! I decide I really need to take a shower. I was filthy, and, it is just TV, you are fine. So, I am in the shower. While in the shower, I have the thought, I can't remember if I locked the back door when I came in from the basement. No problem, you are fine... just finish your shower, silly.
Now, Ginger starts barking. Ginger who only has barked at Mark and Josh when they scared her (two big guys) and Grace, a dog who is deaf, and sadly couldn't tell that she was infringing on Ginger's territory. (I love Grace, by the way, I am just emphasizing the usual lack of bark).
So, now, I am not sure if I locked the doors, I am standing in the shower, and the dog is barking. Now, I have no choice but to believe that, yes, the axe murderer is in the house, and Ginger is now fighting to protect you.
Perhaps, the notion of Ginger being protective is enough to throw off the axe murderer. You know, disarm or distract them mentally.
But the big question was, when I come flying out of the bathroom, naked, dripping wet, with a hammer (the only thing I could find near by) swinging and screaming, will that be enough to scare them? I only need to make it to the door, and out, Ginger will follow me, and I can head to the neighbors. Someone will help a naked, screaming soaking wet girl with a hammer and their small dog at the door in middle of the night, right?
Friday, March 4, 2011
Hello loyal fans! Loyal fans of which I know there is one, but I have a secret internal fantasy that many many people are reading this, like all the people who were secretly listening to the radio show in Pump Up the Volume, and I am teaching a generation of kids to talk hard! OK, no, not really. And did any one read that out loud when they wrote that? Talk Hard! What the hell does that mean?
I take long breaks between my blogs, don't I?
Today while leaving Target, a guy with a clip board wearing a beanie walked up to me and said "You're a winner". Being deaf as I am, I said "What?" and again he said, "You're a winner." "Oh" say I, then "Thank you" and then he asks 'Are you a voter in San Diego" and I say "Sorry, I'm not" and he says "OK, but you are still a winner". Normally I don't like to be approached by people under any circumstance, unless I know them. I really don't like it outside of grocery stores, or I suppose Target would be a general store, since now you can get groceries there as well as clothes and home things. But, while I was in the store I had a moment where I forgot why I was there and what I was looking for. It really bothered me. It is a bad feeling to really not know what you were doing when you are out in public. I mean, in your house if you forgot why you went in to the kitchen, you can go to your room to figure it out. Or your favorite comfy chair. At work, you can go back to your desk and fiddle with you favorite cubicle toy till you remember. When you are out in public, in a store that is arranged like all other stores of that ilk, so you start to forget what store you are actually in, and then you don't remember what you are doing, there is a risk of not remembering where your car is, and then what. You could be trapped in Target forever! No, not really, because I have a cell phone, and even though Charles was in rehearsal and had his phone off, I could call any number of people to tell me, you are at Target stupid, your car is outside in the parking lot. But, I made it through the fog, remembered everything I was supposed to buy, and as I was leaving, had a total stranger verbally confirm how I was feeling. I am a winner.
I take long breaks between my blogs, don't I?
Today while leaving Target, a guy with a clip board wearing a beanie walked up to me and said "You're a winner". Being deaf as I am, I said "What?" and again he said, "You're a winner." "Oh" say I, then "Thank you" and then he asks 'Are you a voter in San Diego" and I say "Sorry, I'm not" and he says "OK, but you are still a winner". Normally I don't like to be approached by people under any circumstance, unless I know them. I really don't like it outside of grocery stores, or I suppose Target would be a general store, since now you can get groceries there as well as clothes and home things. But, while I was in the store I had a moment where I forgot why I was there and what I was looking for. It really bothered me. It is a bad feeling to really not know what you were doing when you are out in public. I mean, in your house if you forgot why you went in to the kitchen, you can go to your room to figure it out. Or your favorite comfy chair. At work, you can go back to your desk and fiddle with you favorite cubicle toy till you remember. When you are out in public, in a store that is arranged like all other stores of that ilk, so you start to forget what store you are actually in, and then you don't remember what you are doing, there is a risk of not remembering where your car is, and then what. You could be trapped in Target forever! No, not really, because I have a cell phone, and even though Charles was in rehearsal and had his phone off, I could call any number of people to tell me, you are at Target stupid, your car is outside in the parking lot. But, I made it through the fog, remembered everything I was supposed to buy, and as I was leaving, had a total stranger verbally confirm how I was feeling. I am a winner.
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