Crossed, uncrossed

The forecast calls for scattered thunderstorms this weekend.

Not sure if I should cross or uncross my fingers for this reality.

I'm in love

With Netflix.

Thinking of dumping cable altogether. I rarely watch it anyway.

So many good films, so little time.

Would you?

1. If you could choose any age to go back in time to, but would have to live your life again from that moment on, which would it be?

There are a few ages I would choose. 12. 16. 19. Key turning points in my life, for which decisions were made that shaped the rest of my life. No regrets, but it would be fun to see how differently things would turn out.

2. If you could see into the future and choose to learn one of the following things, which would you choose:

a. The winning Powerball number for the first Saturday in July, 2013

b. The cure for all cancers

c. The cure for alzheimers/dementia

d. The day, time and method you'll die

Yeah, I'm not telling this one. If you know me, you'll guess correctly.

3. If you could switch lives with one living person, who would you choose:

a. Prince William's unborn baby

b. Mark Cuban

c. President Obama

d. Bear Grylls

I might choose Mark Cuban. He seems like a smart, likeable guy. And he's not old. And he's not stressed out. And he's not a British embryo.

4. If you had to choose to live in one of the following places, would you choose:

a. A Tibetan monastery that had a full gym, perfect weather, Netflix, gorgeous outdoor gardens and the worlds largest library, and your grandparents whom have been dead for years are suddenly alive, don't age and will live out their lives with you. BUT you can't ever speak a word to anyone or touch anyone and vice versa.

b. A luxury 8,000 sq. ft penthouse apartment in a 20-story highrise in NYC, complete with a private rooftop pool, gym, media room, and indoor rock climbing wall, but there is no elevator and you're missing a leg. But, Benedict Cumberbatch. (or Kate Upton) is alive and well, single and into you, living one floor below.

c. A beautiful Tuscan villa with outdoor gardens, your own vineyards and winery, an olive grove and press, fresh goats milk, fruit trees, a lush vegetable garden that produces year round, a pool overlooking the countryside and a private chef, but you have no sense of smell or taste.

d. A small, old house on the outskirts of Reykjavic, no indoor bathroom, only cold water (hot water would need to be boiled on stovetop), and a mattress stuffed with straw, but you and your one and only true love would live there, in perfect harmony, playing endless hands of Spades and games of Yahtzee and cooking and eating your favorite meals together for 80 years in good health until the day you both die, together, in each other's arms.

Two things

1. I dislike seersucker suits on men.

To me, it's just one of the most abhorrent fashion statements ever, second only to 70's belted polyester jumpsuits.

Pair it with a hat, and I will never be able to look at that man again and take him seriously. Derby day or not. Uhh....

A banana hammock or sling would be preferable. Hat optional.

2. I was asked today if I smoke pot.

Nope, I don't. And I'll tell you why.

I can appreciate the medicinal aspects of it.

I can also appreciate the recreational aspects of it.

But I've had a boyfriend, fiance and husband who were very dependent on large, continuous quantities to be happy, and that I don't agree with.

I don't care if anyone else does. But it's just not for me.

Randomlings

- I get sad when my favorite Chinese Noodles restaurant switches the sauce on their cold noodles. Why mess with perfection?

- There is no truer way to test the limits of your creativity in regards to protection, defense and offense than when someone threatens a member of your family.

- My dog is pouting because I won't take him out in the rain. Tonight, I'm a bad but dry pet owner.

- In two weeks I get to see my British crush Benedict Cumberbatch on the big screen. He's in some sci-fi move....Start Trek, I think? ;-)

- In my head, I'm singing, "Heartburn, go away, come again some other day" to the tune of Nine Inch Nails "Down In It"

- On the way home from work I saw this quote on a billboard:
"Storms make trees take deeper roots." - Dolly Pardon   
Very true. But what is this doing on a billboard on 370?

- My friend ran in the rain today. This inspires me. I will run tomorrow, rain or not.

Channeling Patrick Swayze...

So I tried on my wetsuit today.

I think even my dog laughed at the hilarity that ensued.

Trying to get a wetsuit on is much like trying to pull up a pair of wet jeans.

It ain't happening without some trickery.

Wetsuits are delicate. They don't look it, but they are.

So you can't force it or it will rip, so I've been told. Glad I was told, because getting this sucker on was stressful.

So, much like how we used to pull up hose in the olden days, I started slow and inched up the legs so the crotch ended up where the crotch should be.

After that, it was a cinch.

The back zipper has an EZ Out zipper that has a cord you use to pull it up all the way, easy peasy.

As I was doing this, my mind went to the movie "Point Break" which features Patrick Swayze and Kanunu (Keanu) Reeves as surfers. Surfers who wear wetsuits.

So.

You could say I pulled a Swayze today.

And that made me feel good, and lighthearted, as he always came across that way in interviews.

This makes me want to watch this cheesy movie.

Speaking of cheesy...

And finally, NO ONE sleeps like this, unless they want a dislocated shoulder:

Rules

Ollie is a creature of habit.

To the point of annoyance.

I typically turn in around 10. Sundays nights, a bit later.

I got caught up in multiple chats on FB and work IM and around 11, Ollie started to get fidgety and snorty.

I asked him if he wanted to go seepy seep.

This question lead to a full-on meltdown. He ran around the house as if his bum were on fire, and then jumped on my lap
And got all up in my grill.

Turns out, sneak had not eaten the Busy Bone I gave him earlier and had instead stashed it in his bed.

Oh, I rectified that right quick. He doesn't get treats when I'm not around, as I fear he'll choke. Watchful mama am I.

So I distracted him with a toy and snatched up that treat. He then went berserker trying to dig it out of his bed.

He's pouting now.

Not a good night to be a spoiled dog in my house.