Dedication-Take 2

The date, November 3rd, the time 12:08 pm on a Monday afternoon. I was not feeling 100% this morning, thanks to being a woman (no other details necessary) so I decided to stay home, morph into my green room chair (aka the comfiest chair ever in my loft) and veg' out for the day...now that I have hit my 90 days mark, and have some sick time accrued. Yippee for sick days.

So, with all that said, I'm here to blog to my readers, who, for the most part, probably hate my guts b/c I've been slacking yet again. But it's not b/c I do not love the fact that people actually logon to the world wide web to read my daily doses of the Mel, it's more so b/c I've been busier than a prostitute on OBT. School consumes a majority of my free time Mon-Thurs, and I use Fri-Sun to unwind, catch up with friends and try to keep my new casa somewhat organized and clean. I between that I've also been working on a couple of paintings for my new house.
With my list of excuses out of the way, let's dive in to the reason why you all come here in the first place. First a rant on something that I encountered recently.

This little incident happened a few weeks back, but it still peeves me to this day. No doubt to anyone who knows me, I love living downtown. It's great being able to take Rylee for walks after work, and people that I encounter on my 6:30ish journeys each evening are very pleasant. All except for one a-hole that I was blessed enough to encounter one day last week. I'm strolling along to the sweet melodies of Keane in my earbugs with my prissy little pooch Rylee, when I encourntered the largest asshole ever who lives in my neighborhood. First off, let me tell you that I walk Rylee in the street (against traffic so that people can see us, and I can see them) mainly b/c I do not want her picking up fleas and other vermin from people who neglect their yard mowing responsibilities. So, as I'm strolling along down the brick road, minding my own business, a man comes around the corner (driving a POS Grand Am like he's qualifying for Daytona) and proceeds to slam on his brakes beside me. This obviously caught me off guard, and so I stop walking, pry my earbuds from my head and try to understand what it was that this jerkoff had to tell me. He rolls down his passenger window, (where I notice he's an overweight slob, and most likely probably drinking a 40 as he's barreling down the serenity of Shine Ave.) and proceeds to yell (no exaggeration) to me that "you need to walk your god damn dog on the sidewalk, that's what they are there for!!" There was a moment of dead silence, and I was not sure what he was expecting from me after hig belligerant rant. He just looked at my with this intent look as if he was waiting for me to apologize or friend request him on facebook for being a complete and total prick. Instead, I did the adult thing, smiled at him, placed my earbugs back into their respective ears and went about my walk listening to Keane. To the man driving the 1984 rusty Grand Am, I only have a few things to say to you. "#1)Go F- yourself and mind your own business, and #2) Perhaps you might want to try weight watchers or some other diet regime. This might make you a bit happier with yourself and then you wouldn't stop your vehicle to scream at a cute 20 something year old girl who was just walking her dog, minding her own business. It's amazing to me how someone like this can go thru life in the way. Unbelievable!

Before this blog gets too long and I lose you guys, I'll wrap this up and start a new one with a few other thoughts that I have on life as of late....

Love your life-
Mel