A greyhound wiped his nose all across my running pants at Green Lake the other day. Part my fault for running by too close, but part his fault for being a little too interested in the little poodle punt dog across the pathway. The whole experience reminded me of my favorite commercial which never fails to make me laugh heartily out loud, even when running along a crowded path. Not quite a guffaw, but for those of you that know me even a little bit, you probably already know I don’t hold back my laugh too often. Who needs to be polite when laughing?!?
Voice over, young boy: “Hey, mom! Check out Toby’s new trick!”
Enter Toby the golden lab, wiping his ass across the carpet.
Voice over, mom: “TOBYYYYYY!!!”
Begin jingle: Call 1-800-STEEMER… Stanley Steemer gets your home cleaner.
Mad props to Stanley Steemer; I’ll now never forget who to call to get the dog-I-don’t-have’s butt grime off my carpet. What I wouldn’t give for a lil butt grime in exchange for a happy tail wagging butt to greet me at my door when getting home from work. (Click here to see Toby’s New Trick)
Which leads me to….
I just returned from spring break, but it’s not what you might think. For the first time I’m not among those burdened with homework and peer pressure, but am rather one of the uncool people that rises above the crowd and is dressed in strange clothes. Not that that’s anything new, but this time around it’s not because I’m not wearing Girbaud jeans. This time it’s because I’m in dress pants and belong in the “other” section of the yearbook, the part that’s in by obligation, and best of all I get PAID to be in school. Yes, it’s true, I have my first real job.
I’m a sign language interpreter at a middle school (ah, the memories. If only I could time travel back to my own middle school experience… such sweet memories of awkwardness and eating lunch alone, er) in the Seattle Public School District. So after only a total of seven days of beginning work, it just so happened that spring break was in order on the School Calendar.
Not to make myself sound like a loser, but it takes some time to get used to going to work all day after nearly two years of no actual job, unless you can call drug study checks “paychecks”. I think technically, I should at least be allowed that privilege as I’m still having to pay Uncle Sam a helfty chunk of those checks come April 15. Ugh. Again ugh. Believe me, I’m seriously waiting ’til April 15, out of spite, and so I can get that extra 15 cents in interest.
Lest a thought enter your head along the lines that I’m settling down, let me inform you that, after a brief absence, a five-year plan is once again formulating itself in the back of my mind. Just to throw that out there.
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I’m not looking forward to the whole working thing again either…so I’m applying to deal or no deal and I have every intention to win the million, haha!