Thought of the day: I’m constantly worrying about whether or not people are having fun when they’re around me. I always want people to have a good time. I worry about them being bored or just flat out not wanting to be/do whatever we’re doing. I just want everyone to be happy and have a good time with each other. Is that really so much to ask for?
I’m the first person to leave or say when I’m not having a good time. Life is too short to spend it doing things you don’t want to be doing. I mean, it’s that simple. I don’t really believe in doing things because you’re ‘supposed’ to — to an extent. I also don’t believe in being fake. If I don’t like someone, I’m not going to pretend that I do. People have told me, “You don’t fake the funk.” It’s so true.
Don’t be fake.
Grayson is never fake. In fact, he was so unimpressed that I was home — it kind of hurt my feelings. But whatever, he’s still cute.
And then Raglin, on the other hand, he never fakes the funk. He looks bored 99% of the time. Being a cat is so below him. He’s offended if you call him a cat. He plays fetch, runs around like a dog — he has no idea that he’s a cat …
A cat with a TICK! AHHHH! So gross. I was scratching him (because that’s the only time he’ll show that he loves me) and I saw it — blood against his white fur! I freaked, “MOM!!!! It’s a TICK!!!!” She’s like a tick ninja and got that thing off in seconds flat.
And then, all was good again.
Saturday morning was breakfast with my mom at Awful Annie’s… and way, way, way too many of these little puppies…
They’re trying to get the best of me. But I will not let them.
After breakfast we went to see this guy…
Benson!! He was having some weird allergies so I wasn’t able to ride. But I at least got to see him and receive some horse hugs. If you stand next to his shoulder, he’ll wrap his neck around you – as if he’s hugging. It’s really cute. And then he was licking my hands and face, clearly he missed me.
After some shopping, lunch at Plutos and grocery shopping, I headed to Carlen’s house. Later, we all met up at 58 Degrees (another favorite) for wine and snacks.
Aw, Julie… say Cheese!
These 5 glasses quickly turned into 11. It was a great night had by all.
Fantastic food AND Cream puffs!
Here’s the secret. I don’t actually like the ‘puff’ part. I really only eat the cream. Is that wrong?
Coming home to Sacramento, I was feeling a little anti-Sacramento. I’ve been having so much fun in Tucson that I was starting to believe that Sacramento was kind of dead to me. Well, after last night I re-kindled my love for my city. Sometimes that’s what it takes — distance makes the heart grow fonder, right?
Alright Sacramento, I won’t talk crap about you anymore. You’ve earned your keep. Well done.