Wednesday

For once I am not going to complain. I just want to do what I wanted to do when I originally started this blog. I want to write about my day. Sure, to me and to most people my day will seem completely boring. Perhaps if this is viewed twenty years from now people might find it interesting to see how a person lives in 2008.

My day started off waking up at 7 AM to the sound of dogs barking. That's the sound of my alarm. I use my cell phone's alarm. I sleep in a huge king size bed with two quilts and white 300 count cotton sheets, several pillows and Scout. She snuggles up right beside me and usually groans when I go to get up. Right now I have the bed up against the wall so I'm sandwiched between the wall and scout. I'm usually hugging the wall. I like the coolness of the wall coupled with the warmness of Scout and all those quilts and pillows. Richard usually gets up before I do. He sleeps in the other room. In all my life I never thought that I would not sleep with the man I live with. If I considered that possibility at all I thought it was completely ridiculous. After all, what's a man for if not comfort and snuggling? Of course, Richard isn't a snuggler. He's grouchy and a complainer. I'm quite content having him in the other room. Sometimes, in the middle of the night I can hear him snoring. That comforts me.

So, I'm up now. Oh, to get up I have to try and get over Scout without squishing her or having her worry that I might squish her. Sometimes she moves but usually she waits until I go over her and then I roll out of the bed. Did I mention that this bed is huge?!? The first stop is always the bathroom. I hope that I make it before my bladder decides that is should go ahead without me. Then comes the shower and then I get dressed. Then I'm out the door and on my way to work. I get up at 7 and I'm usually on the road to work within 15 minutes to a half hour. There are some benefits to being a natural beauty - okay, to not having any pride in my appearance might be a better way of putting things. Ah, that's not true. I care what I look like I just know that no amount of primping is going to change anything.

I rush to get to work because I want to get a good parking spot. Heaven knows why that is such a huge deal. It isn't like the parking lot is big. Even if I parked in a far spot I'm still closer than I would be at even a tiny mall. I'm such a dork sometimes.

For now I believe I'll halt this story. I know. I know. You hate for me to quit. It is sooooo exciting. But I just had a bloody mary and now I'm tired. I finally found some good mix. It's called Zing Zang and it is almost as good as what they have at the Ameristar.

I'll continue the story of my amazing normal day - later.