My friend Kristi came home from her three month jaunt to the east coast to event with the big whigs. . She rode and finished at Rolex too. Currently she is my personal hero, well one anyway, she prefers to be the only one so there you go. Something like 27 riders did not finish out of 58 starters. We had a celebratory lunch to um celebrate. We had whine with lunch. Now we plan to hang out.
|Famous people I know who got to go to the Derby|
I also picked up a minor case of poison oak. Think it came from one of the dogs. I hate poison oak. I have no anti itch will power and so have made a right mess of my arm. Plus there is a rather suspicious patch of something on my face. FYI Technu does wonders...Just that I'm a wimp.
So we were subjected to an inspection by the property manager this morning. I spent Saturday in the jockey position behind the lawn mower. And I spent all of Sunday cleaning. I stopped short of shampooing the carpet but I did engage not one but two vacuum cleaners and even made a swipe at the windows before coming to my senses. So that took all day and when the inspector came to inspect what did she look at? Under the sinks. Where did I not clean? Under the sinks. Something tells me I should not bet on anything this month.
I will, however, recommend Leon Russell and Elton John on the Union album to you. You're welcome. I went to see Joe Cocker in concert back in my desperate youth only because of Mad Dogs and Englishmen and the expectation that Leon Russell would be with him. Instead we just watched a sweaty JC spazz out on stage. No Leon. sigh On a similar note I also saw Alice Cooper in concert. Maybe I should stay away from concerts too?
So I spent a couple days with Horse Show Mom. Yup, and drank Margarita's. And spent the night, a wise decision BAC* wise, but not a popular choice with the spouse as I had pledged not to spend the night in pastoral Sonoma. But best laid plans and all that. I'll bet he wasn't in the least bit surprised I didn't come home. So I spent the night in the office/spare/ cat room at the manse of HSM**. I say cat room because not to be content with two Jack Russells the family has now adopted a cat of dubious character. I think it might me Emo if it were a person, with a serious cutting problem. It is all black with orange eyes, which is a sure sign of instability. And it plays with you while you try to sleep, oh and drinks your water out of your glass in the middle of the night - loudly. Well loud enough to wake me up and I can sleep through B-52's flying overhead all the time. Awesome. HSM needs a new house with a separate guest quarters/cottage so I might slumber in solitude. Perhaps you'd like to drop her a text and explain why that would be a good idea? Thanks so much.
|It's a pacifier.|
So while I was in Carmel Valley the spouse called and wanted to know if I'd paid the registration on his truck as he just got around to noticing that he did not have a current registration. So I said I have no idea at all if I paid it or not why don't you call DMV and find out? And he said I should call DMV and find out. So rather than get in to a big old fuss about it I call DMV and with an extraordinary amount of pressing of this and that on the phone pad finally learned that I would need the info from the old registration card such as VIN#, license # and other stuff that I did not have handy but the spouse would have handy if he went out to the truck to look. The phone maze stuff at DMV then told me it would be some kind of huge wait to talk to the one person in the universe who could help, but if I left my name and phone number someone/something would call back within 15 minutes. That sounded like a great idea so I left Steve's name and mobile number. Then I sent Steve a text with that info, told him DMV would call him within 15 minutes so he should go get last years registration card to have it handy and to answer the phone because all of this was a pain in the ass for me as he well knows. I know you know how this ends but let's just read on, shall we? About five days later I get a call from Steve wanting to know what this babbling text message about registration and DMV calling and whatnot was all about. And I said, oh, too bad you don't actually read your texts from me because you're too busy getting scratched by your cat and watching YouTube videos at work to pay any attention to any info. I have for you in the form of text messages blah blah blah. Well I'll just tell you right now that this went over like a fart in church because we were stalemated at this point. I cooled down after a very long while and when I came home I went online to the DMV website and discovered the registration had not been paid and we now owed like $70 more on it, so I paid it online, with insufficient funds no doubt, and here we sit. So here's what I have to offer. I'm old, I hate details, I can barely survive getting myself around without help (something for the children to look forward to) so why in the name of all that is holy, would anyone in their right mind expect me to remember paying a registration? Because you know that $70 late fee? That fee could have been a pretty cute pair of shoes, but now I have to go to Target to get shoes and it's upsetting.
To that end I have just sent an email to my children with a list of stuff I must have. I think that they should be madly scrambling around on the internet to make my wishes come true because the awful fact is I can be pouty. If you can't get on the Lands End, Garnet Hill, Dooney &Bourke or Brooks Brothers websites it is because they are making todays dreams come true. Sunday is Mothers Day. You only have one so spoil her if you can. Or me because I have beautiful manners thanks to my mother and I will say thank you.
*BAC: blood alcohol count
**HSM: Horse Show Mom