Saturday, October 08, 2005

It's raining dogs

It’s raining here. In fact, we’re expecting DAYS of rain. You’d think I’d be pleased. I’ve been bitching and moaning about having to water and wanting rain and now it’s here I want it gone. For one thing, the whole house smells like wet dog. Who wants to be in a house that smells of wet dog?

Then there is the issue of the dogs getting wet in the first place. They don’t like the rain so I have to drag them outside so all three of us have the pleasure of getting drenched. They stand in the middle of the yard with their heads hung low, walking around me and looking up at me like, “Please, take me in. Each drop of rain BURNS. Why do you torture us like this? I thought you loved us?” AND they are still NOT doing what we are out there for them to do. So I try coaxing them with, “Be a good girl” and “Be a good boy” and they ignore me. Then they inevitably try to slink back to the door with me yelling after them, “GET BACK HERE AND BE GOOD!” This process usually goes on for over 5 minutes before I give up. Why, oh WHY, don’t they just realize that if they run out, go to the bathroom quickly they can come back in all under 1 minute? Instead, I yell, they get drenched, we all get traumatized and they STILL don’t go to the bathroom. Sigh… damn dogs.

Friday, October 07, 2005

Camouflage in the City

So as I was about to leave to catch the train this morning, KYW says that all trains that go thru Market East Station (isn’t that all of them?) have been suspended due to a “bomb scare.” Apparently someone called the police after noticing a “suspicious person.”

Anyway, my first thought was, “Some Jackass was watching the news last night and read that there was a heightened terror alert in New York on their subway systems. That idiot just saw someone who was not a White, Anglo-Saxon in a pinstriped suit, so they called the cops.” I then refined the thought and made a bet with myself that it was a student with their iPod tucked into their backpack and it looked like a bomb. Sigh….

As I sat on the train (you didn’t actually think I was going to get back in my car and drive downtown did you? Forget parking, I can’t afford the gas and it’s not like I’m in any rush to get to the office.), for a moment I wondered what if it was true? What if some terrorist decided that he couldn’t get NYC’s subway system so let’s just mosey on down to Philly and let one off here? It’s a big city. Immediately I thought, not my city. Nothing like that better happen to my city. Do not mess with Philly, people. I love Philly. It is my home and always will be. But, as I was pulling into 30th Street station my Dad called to tell me that it was a false alarm.

Seems that some guy dressed completely in camouflage had a large bag with him and someone called the cops. When the bomb sniffing dogs got there the dogs detected a scent and so the cops arrested him. Know what they found? A nozzle for a propane tank.

This does beg the following two questions, One, who the hell walks around with a propane tank nozzle in their bag and two, total camouflage? I mean I know the NYTimes said that camo is "in" this year but full camo? You think you’re going to blend into the crowd that way?

Full body camouflage reminds me of the huge Burberry craze of a couple of years ago. I will never forget a photo in the paper of a model in Burberry plaid boots, pants, shirt and jacket. It looked like Burberry threw up on her. Well, she got herself in the paper for being a fashion Don’t and you can guarantee that Mr. Camo Man won’t be walking around in that outfit anymore. Hmm, maybe it was worth the delay on the train. Another Fashion Emergency corrected with only a minor inconvenience to hundreds of thousands of commuters. Yeah, it was worth it…

UPDATE: As I was sitting here thinking about Burberry it reminded me of a time two years ago when I was living in Cincinnati (there are about 50 posts waiting for me to type out about my 3 years wasted in Cin-City). It was Spring and I was paying homage to Mr. Burberry by wearing my REAL Burberry button down blouse to work and thinking that I was rather spiffy looking. Half way thru the day a co-worker said, "Nice plaid shirt, is it flannel?" No kidding. Yet another fashion statement wasted on the Midwest. I should have worn full body camo. I would have fit in more wearing that.

New-ish Blog

I was recently at one of my "Monthly Ladies Brunches" where the topic of blogs came up. I mentioned that I had a blog and several Ladies asked what it was. I didn't give them the address. I have my "other" blog that is more anonymous and none of my friends and family know about it. It is one of those "diary" type blogs. Since I also started this one last year and then never bothered updating it because I thought I could only be creative enough for one blog, I never added to it. So I've been thinking. Scary, I know. I thought, "What the hell, let's get this one rambling again. "So here I am. For all the world, friends and family included, to see.

Being witty is hard when you know you have friends and family reading it. I will not use real names. I will not post pictures without permission and I promise I will try to be funny whenever possible. If I'm not, well fuck you because everyone is allowed to have off days every now and then and sometimes real life just ain't that humorous.

I will try hard to update this one as frequently as possible but frankly, I'm not about to get dooced for it. Entertaining for the general public or not.

Here it goes........