art > science.

in college i majored in art and history. these two subjects could not have been more perfect for me. they required me to write and they required me to spend an entire day in a studio creating things out of clay.

unfortunately, most of my friends were science majors.

this meant countless hours discussing the anatomy of a pig, what happens when you combine plutonium and aluminum, and.... actually who knows what they were talking about, i hadn't a clue. still don't. my eyes would glaze over and my brain shut down when they'd start talking. and i've had a science brain block ever since.

i took what is affectionately called "rocks for jocks." i barely made it out alive and lets just say it did not help my gpa any. i mean really, a two hour lecture on rocks? BEFORE LUNCH?! 

i recently visited my college campus and my former roomate dragged me in that horrible building since it wasn't so horrible for her and i had already dragged her through the ceramics studio. when i walked through the doors i felt the same gut instinct to RUN FOR MY LIFE. seriously, no good can come of a building full of dead animals, tons chemicals, and students learning to 'experiment.'

i guess the same can be said for my art building where i learned how to use a chop saw, mixed chemicals to make a glaze, and inhaled turpentine. but apples to oranges.

today, my sister and i were discussing time zones. i was booking a flight to puerto rico and we were trying to figure out why flying out of west palm would still take nearly four hours. i suggested maybe there was a time difference and found a nifty time converter on the interweb. well the stupid converter started talking about EDT and UTC and AST and my eyes glazed over and my brain shut down.

i quick sent the link to my science-y sister to figure out and she says "it is a stupid site. GMT is the time that everything is based on. remember earth science?" HA HA.

no, sister, i majored in writing papers and creating things.

and THANK GOD i did.

my dog runs more than your dog.

on an average week bailey runs about ten miles. and that is not including the usain bolt sprints she does around the dog park.

for not having a watch or any concept of time, she sets a pretty good pace. that is until nature calls, she smells something, a motorcycle or worse a bicycle passes, or she just stops short in front of me for no good reason. SQUIRREL!

but who are we kidding, she is actually just walking fast.

there are days where i just don't want to get out of bed at 6am, especially to run. but when we finally get out the door, after many sighs and rolls of her eyes as i stumble around, i remember it's worth it. seeing her ears bounce up and down and her tail wagging around makes me realize this is not so bad. even though we run the same route every single time, it's a new adventure for her.


c'mon mom...let's go for a RUN!


it's so peaceful in the morning too. just me and bailey. and her bag of poop.

she's usually kind enough to go at the beginning so i have to carry it the whole way. or better yet when she goes twice. i especially loved the time there was a hole in the bag and it acted like a frosting bag, only instead of chocolate frosting i was covered in crap.

but it really is worth it. she needs to get her energy out so she doesn't eat any more books, pants or glue sticks. and i sure need the exercise because when i'm not covered in crap i actually am covered in chocolate.

anyways, bailey would definitely win the womens 100, 400, 800 and 5K if they had dog olympics. i know everyone was just obsessed with the actual olympics so you know what that means.

if i didn't have her i'd have to cover all those miles on my own. and let's face it, i probably wouldn't. i feel so lucky to have her as a running partner.

she's my best friend, pace setter, and frosting maker.

welcome to the neighborhood, part two.

well maybe its blogging karma but just when i thought my neighborhood couldn't get any weirder, it went all britney spears with a razor on me.

let's see, where do i begin.

i guess we can start on the day that john left. my two nosy neighbors, creeper larry and shirtless wonder, were standing outside as i was coming back from a walk with bailey. they shouted "where is your hubby?" let me reiterate that this was the day he left. i mumbled something about him not being here, put my head down and walked as fast as i could inside before i started to cry. they kept taunting me saying "uh-oh! he's gone? i hope not for good." nosy and cruel. i have pretty much have avoided them since and i think they know it.

it's probably why creeper larry leaves me letters in the mailbox rather than talk to me. my pen pal kindly informed me that when he was going into his kitchen...he saw me backing out of my driveway and noticed my brake light was out. even though this letter didn't rhyme and was signed a different address, i knew it was him because of the handwriting and excessive detail.

shirtless wonder has been pretty MIA due to illness. while i hope he gets better i also really hope he starts wearing a shirt. the other day he came over to talk to my lawn guy about his jungle of a yard. i just wish the shirts were reversed. just saying.

the real crazy dog lady got back with her ex-husband and moved out to utah.  she's hoping her house will burn down so that she can just collect the insurance money. but bailey really misses her and i miss having another female around.

back story on crazy dog lady. about a year ago, there a few cop cars outside her house. a few weeks later she told me it was because someone had stolen her guns. as in plural. multiple firearms. great.


i'm friends with the "drug addict" now because he is taking care of my neighbor's french bulldog version of bailey, named camo, who bailey loves. to be fair i don't think he is an addict, he's just smoking something. the other day he asked if i noticed he painted his garage purple. i'm not sure how one could not notice it. he plans to short sale his house but the realtor has yet to show up. i'm pretty sure the realtor saw purple and ran far, far away.

i'm also pretty sure he and camo are going to be life partners because our neighbor "works" out of town for weeks at a time. meanwhile there has been a subpoena placed over his front door so he can't open it without seeing the bright green paper. when i asked purple people eater where camo's dad was, he said he hadn't been "released from work yet." how about we replace work with jail, and that sentence makes a lot more sense.

the good part about all this is bailey and i pretty much have the block to ourselves and my house is the standout in a good way. the down side is resale is going to be a b*tch.

just another beautiful day in the neighborhood.