A Conversation between Wrigley and Riptide...and a little Reba too.

This is what I heard last night. I swear. 

Hey. Hey Riptide. She got the bag out.
Bag? What bag? Wrigley, who are you talking about?
I'm talking about HER. The lady that lets us chase frisbees and bark and counter surf.
She doesn't 'let' us counter surf. You just do it. Even though she yells NO! and shakes a can and has threatened to get the spray bottle.
How can I not try? There is so much good stuff up there. It's almost as good as the garbage can...wait! The bag! I was talking about the bag! Dude, don't distract me!
Like either of you need help with that.
Shush Reba. Us dudes are having a conversation.
Ha! I'll leave you alone. I have feet to lick anyway.
Don't go Reba! She never wants to hang out with us unless we have a toy or a bone. Why do you think that is Wrigley?
I think it is because she is envious of our awesomeness...wait! Focus Riptide! The bag! Focus on the bag! She only put shoes in it tonight, but they are athletic shoes. That means flyball right????
Athletic shoes?
Yes! Athletic shoes.

Athletic? That's a big word Wrigley.
No it's not.
Well I think it is.
Riptide, athletic is not a big word.
'Riptide, athletic is not a big word.' geeesh. Border collies.
Back to the bag with GYM shoes in it. Is that better?
Much.
Why else would she put GYM shoes in the bag? It's gotta mean flyball.
Maybe she is going on an exercise vacation...without you.
Reba! Go lick something.
Yeah. Go lick something. And she hates exercise.
You boys are so clueless. Of course it means we are going on a flyball trip.
But Reba, how can you be sure?
Really Wrigley? Really Riptide? Does she ever pack a bag for anything else?

Gotta Blog! Gotta Blog! Gotta Blog!

Gene Kelly singing "Broadway Rhythm" in Singing in the Rain.
He sang "Gotta Dance!" I sing "Gotta Blog!"

It's been a while since I've written. I've been itching to get busy, but I've been plagued with insecurities and doubt about my writing. I kept trying to find hysterical things to write about...like when one of my students made a Valentine's coupon for her grandma that was good for "Picking the dead skin off your feet". Or, something funny would happen and I would forget about it...like when I was looking at my old letters of recommendations for past interns and saw a name I totally did not recognize, and she was in my classroom only two short years ago! I still can't picture her face. Or I was trying to figure out how to touch on the subject of my New Year's Resolution...like how the only one I have been successful at doing on a daily basis is meditating - about how I can get back on track with my resolution. Or noticing something odd in the everyday stuff of life...like when Weight Watchers rejected my debit card three times in a row and locked me out. I figured it was Karma, but it turns out the bank was looking out for me. Or waiting for the dogs to do something noteworthy...like about how Reba is on a mission to destroy every single stuffed dog toy in the house so I thought I might replace some with the Barking Deal of the Day(3 large Wubbas for 19.99) only to look and see her destroying a Wubba. (I'm still going to order them for the boys though!) Or waiting for the something cool the girls have done...like Brenna's first Scholastic Bowl meet that totally blew my mind because I had no idea something so cool existed and am upset that it wasn't around when I was in junior high because I would have been awesome at it! Or seeing if someone else in my family did something noteworthy...like my nephew Alex going to the state chess tournament (who knew!!??!!) at the Civic Center and winning 2 out of 3 the first day. (I'm not sure how accurate that is, but that was the latest word last night.) Or maybe Don would help me out and do something funny...like give me a hard time because I told him that when he goes on these trips for WORK, he needs to just WORK and not sight see and take pictures and take in the local flavor.

But alas, nothing seemed "just right" to blog about. I've created some sort of standard for this blog writing thing and when I don't meet my expectations, I don't write. Well, that sucks for my loyal readers! Surely you have been waiting for my next post, anticipating when I will click that publish button. I got over it last night and decided that I just need to write through my insecurities...for you...my readers. :)

Hopefully I will get back on track soon and have regular posts to keep you up to date on the "tv-ness" of my life. Until then...watch some Gene Kelly. He always brightens my day!

Random thought...if you have a Droid you can get a Google Reader app that lets you check all of your favorite blogs on your phone. It ROCKS! I can check up with my friend in Alabama or a flyball team in California or the teacher in Wisconsin that really knows how to use technology in the classroom. I'm not sure if the iPhone has the app, but I bet it does as Google is everywhere.

So now you can carry my prose in your purse or pocket, because you just never know when I GOTTA BLOG!