Talk about inconsistent. I had full intentions to journal every day -- restarting last week. Where does the time go? I'm serious! This is unlike me. OK, maybe it is very much like me. Let's see if I can recap the week's events...
I have no idea what I did last week. I walked dogs. Ohh, I remember. I bounced a whole bunch of checks and debits because I forgot to make a deposit. That threw me way off. The fees alone cost more than some of the debits. I left my body for a while. I think I'm back now. The thing is, I had the money ... just sitting here ... waiting to be deposited.
On to bigger and better topics.
Let's see ... I went to the movies with Cheryl on Friday night. It was a toss-up between Million Dollar Baby and Hotel Rwanda. We opted for deep depression and total outrage. It pains me to think that I had no idea what was happening in Africa, just ten years ago. It's not like this was before my lifetime, out of my reach. This was happening right under my nose. Horrifying. Great movie. But I do wish I saw the Oscar winner. I'll see it. I love Hilary Swank. She's an incredible actress. And her cutie-pie hubby, Chad Lowe, what a beautiful couple they are. So supportive of each other. Nice to see.
I spent all day Saturday with some YakYaks in Laguna Beach. I was the reluctant tag-along. The idea was to spend the day gazing at overpriced art in a few "tiny" galleries. To my pleasant surprise, we spent the day tavern-hopping! The one gallery was enough for me. And by the time we left the last bar, all the galleries were closed. I call that divine intervention. Although, (ok fine) I admit, I was intrigued by some of the art through the windows. Sure, that fourth margarita helped. Dinner was delicious too. I swear, I haven't had that much to drink, nor have I eaten that much since college! I'm gaining that freshman fifteen all over again!
I loaded up on all possible hang-over remedies before I fell into bed at 1:30am. Still, I was awake at 3:30, tossing and turning. I might've gotten a couple of more hours sleep before getting up at 8:30. I don't recall.
I had a meeting with a potential new client at 10. So I had to be somewhat alert. I was told this dog was wild and needed a good dogwalker. She had been adopted out and given back twice -- not exactly sure why yet. I can imagine her breed/look might have had something to do with it. She's a strong pitbull/ridgeback mix. So, I geared up and dragged my sorry ass to meet them.
She (the dog) came around the corner to greet me and immediately sat at my feet, wiggling, sniffing. She's one of the most beautiful dogs I've ever seen. Okay, they all are. But really, she's a cutie! She's not that wild. I was waiting for a fish out of water. She listens. She submits. She's smart. She knows sit, very well. I took her for a trial walk and let her run in a nearby off leash area (no one was there). We fell in love. She just needs consistency. She's got some cuts that are healing and she could use a little meat on her bones. I'm looking forward to growing with her. I hope they take this dogwalking thing seriously. They say they aren't dog-people, but they are care takers so they want to be sure she's well provided for. To me, that's what matters. Melted my heart. [thanks Danielle!]
After our initiation, I picked up Hunny who had spent the weekend with Cheryl in the animal kingdom (Cheryl had Hunny and Jennifer's dog, Roshi, all weekend. Plus the three cats). I almost zonked out there but dragged home to crash in my own bed, with Hunny by my side... all day long! What a couple of slugs we were.
Later Hunny was really sick. My poor baby. Nothing I could do. She just had to work it out. I laid on the floor with her for a while. She seems better today. I imagine the boiled chicken for breakfast raised her spirits a little.
Today it was business as usual. The sun was shining when I left. The rain came out of nowhere. And I drove home in sunshine. I guess we're not out in the clear just yet.