Inside her mind..
31 year old gal. Lives in Boulder, CO. Eats non-dairy powdered coffee creamer for fun. Surrounds herself with dogs, horses, friends, and one hot boy. (this is a temporary blogger template - stay tuned for major changes)Monday, March 25, 2002
Mine was satisfying. Saturday we went for a nice little trail ride then went to the Fairfield mall to do a little shopping. We went to this restaurant that served Frog's legs.. yucko!! Then Sunday I woke up at about noon again and we took China and Blade over to Pt. Isabel. The tide was lower than I had ever seen it before and dogs could go waaay out into the surf and still be on their feet. China had an absolute blast, she was running around, splashing and chasing the other dogs, getting wet from head to toe. She'd run full speed out into the surf but she wouldn't go past a certain point. Afterwards we had to hose her off and she HATED it.. she thought we were trying to murder her, the poor little girl. Blade on the other hand was like a little old grey-haired lady with her hair up in a net.. he'd walk daintily through the water, trying quite hard not to get the top of his coat wet.. and whenever a dog would run by and splash him (which was quite often) he'd have to stop and shake off his coat.. oh, the indignity!
My pissed off rant of the day is for the Heather Farm's Homeowner's association. As most of you know I drive a 3/4 ton Dodge truck and yesterday I got TWO tickets within 24 hours for parking inside the complex. I've lived there for a year and a half and it hasn't been a problem parking but now they're actually saying that my truck is too big to park inside. So now on top of the 24 hour parking rule, I can't park my truck near MY HOME anymore. Fuk'em all, I hope the people that wrote me the tickets die and go to hell. Ok maybe that's a little strong.. I hope the lady that made the rules, Deli, dies and goes to hell. Is that so much to ask? Am I an evil person for wanting that? So now I have to ask the owner of the golfcourse nearby if I can park in his lot if I don't want to trek a mile to reach my fuk'n car.
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