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as you’ve surely noticed my dog, daisy, has one eye. attempting humor i bought her a rubber ball that looks like an eye. i find it entertaining to tell her to fetch her eyeball. there’s a cranky woman at the park who fails to see the humor in this. she’s yelled at me a couple of times in the past month for doing this, calling me insensitive, mean, and a horrible pet owner. while the first two may be true, i am not a horrible pet owner–i simply adore my one-eyed pug.

i cringed when i saw her at the park last night, but not wanting to be accused of neglecting my dogs need for exercise we stayed. she started walking towards me and i got ready for yet another confrontation. instead she apologized for her words, stating that she has seen me in the paper and realized i was a humorous person rather than mean as she had originally thought. i appreciate the apology, however, i wish she would have trusted me when i explained that to her in the beginning.

apparently having your picture in the paper makes you a trustworthy person. i guess she didn’t read the part where i’m 30 and single, we all know that takes any bit of credibility away from me.

today’s lunch outing included a trip to washington square to see rocky06..err the peace ralley.

the company i work for is moving this month. i’ve found it’s just like a personal move: i ignore it until the last second. pmk has demanded i pack at least one box per day. (he’s horrible, i know.)

i packed my obligatory box. in disgust i muttered a god damn-it and tossed the box on the table, as it landed i heard a “that was easy” from the box.

laughter erupted from everyone in ear shot and i couldn’t stay grumpy any longer. thanks staples, i knew there was a reason i kept the promo gift.

this was my targeted google ad yesterday. it’s nice to know that jesus loves me and i can find the purpose for life online.

my younger brother, matt, was called on an lds mission to porte alegre south brazil in 1996. a few weeks before he was to enter the mtc, he decided he’d much rather dedicate those two years of his life to drinking beer. my parents weren’t too upset, they had three more boys to get it right.

fast forward to the year 2006–he is married in the temple and has provided my parents with twins to spoil. this unselfish act has given me at least a few more years before i’m expected to make them some grandchildren (thanks matt!!). the company he works for frequently sends him to brazil, he’s logged enough time there he’s 1/4 of the way through a mission.

my brother’s god is a funny one.

we celebrated aimee getting old with dinner at trio. sometimes it’s fun for us to take our favorite punk rock couple to yuppie dinner locations.

ben came along to haul our drunk asses around, what a good brother (see ben, i appreciate you!). however, he thought it would be entertaining to drive us in a oversized, loud truck. of course he was the only one who found it at all funny. he had to coax me into it with promises of beer…it worked. we ended up at the twilite, and surprisingly we weren’t the only ones there this time.

we continued the celebration today with a trip to yuppie-bux and an afternoon adventure at target. welcome to old age, aimee!

I don’t know which is better: my love life, or the new cast of dancing with the stars.

It’s too close to call at this point.

my co-worker, gray, is a supervisor over three women–apparently this title is going to his head, and his bible.

while out riding last night jb and ak stopped at a gas station for a quick break (wimps). they were sitting on the grass next to a beastly old pick-up truck when the owner, having more inked skin that not, started yelling “move away from the vehicle– you’re lucky I don’t have my nail gun with me.” he then proceeded to make some sort of sound effect, which i imagine he practices at home after one too many cans of natty ice while watching cops re-runs.

and they wonder why i refuse to bike, i’d much rather pick up my creeps via the internet.