Sorry I didn't post yesterday, there's only so many ways to say the same thing. But today it's tales of driving, reality shows and what were they thinking?
Chauffeur to the Dogs
Yesterday I did my part in the continuing Gay Drama. God, I hope it's over soon! I have been feeling guilty, it seems in the dog placement arena, all I do is answer the phone and encourage people ( I do want to be a Project Manager!), so I got to actually work yesterday. I had to pick Gigi the schnauzer up in East Atlanta, and transport her to Norcross in the middle of the afternoon. I left my house at 1pm and it took me almost 1/2 hour to get to Martha's. (I did take the scenic route!) Got the dog and I was off. I'm a cat person, so I'm pretty well in tune with What Cats Want, but not so much with the dog. She wouldn't go into the carrier I brought with me, so she hung out in the car. She was sitting in the back seat behind me and would look out the window, or she'd stand perched on the center console with the AC blowing in her face. She was a good passenger, but she's start whining once in awhile. I don't know if she's got to pee or throw-up, so I'm rather tense. Plus I needed to get gas. So I got on the Connector, and of course ran into traffic. It's hot, the AC is blowing, the dog is whining, the traffic is slowly moving, and I'm just a bit tense. I stopped to get gas at QuickTrip on NDruid Hills, Gigi's old neighborhood. I think she recognized parts of it as she started really whining and fussing. But what could I do? We made it to Norcross in 1 hour. Of course I took a few wrong turns and had to do some sightseeing, but I found the place. I was in the car for almost 3 hours by the time I got home. And this is to just run a simple errand. Which leads me to the ...
Reality Show
I'm not a fan of any of the 'Reality Shows', I have my own life which is interesting enough, thank you. (OK, not so much right now). So my idea for a Reality Show is to get from Turner Field to Alpharetta in less than 1 hour. Mileage-wise, it's doable, but with the sheer volume of traffic and indirect routes, it would be a challenge. I don't want to see pretty people eating bugs for $1 million, the real challenge is to be a normal person trying to do normal things.
Air Travel and Homeland Security
I guess the next ban on flying will be to fly altogether. You can't carry on sharp objects (wine cork screws, cigarette lighters, fingernail scissors), you have to take off your shoes and now, no liquids or gells. We're talking hand lotion, toothpaste, shampoo, hair stuff, you're basic toiletries. You have to put these items in your checked luggage. So now I guess you have to check all your luggage, at all times. When I take a trip for shorter than a week, I carry-on my luggage, it's regulation size and can fit in the overhead compartments. This saves me at least 1/2 hour at my arrival as I don't have to go find my luggage. So now I guess we'll have to check our luggage all the time. I don't trust the airlines with my luggage anyway, so even when I check my luggage, I take toiletries and an extra change of clothes on the flight with me. No more. I think the easiest thing to do would be to require all passengers to disrobe before the flight. That way no one will be carrying anything. I'll bet Muslims will stop flying, too.
Breakfast, 'Bodies' and Gone With the Wind
Tomorrow, I'm being the Tourist. I'm meeting my friend Barbara and we're going to the 'Bodies' exhibit at the Civic Center, then to the Martha Mitchell house. Maybe we'll do breakfast, maybe lunch, maybe both. She's also suggested a show later that night Urban Licks. (Didn't that used to be EarthLink Live? I still don't know where it is..) Should be fun, if it isn't too hot.
Job Hunt
I'm not even gonna say....
More to come...
As things happen, I'll be posting. Thanks for taking the time to read. You're opinions are welcome but if you have to start calling me names, don't bother, I won't read them. As my Dad says 'Opinions are like a**holes, everyone has one.'
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