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A Day in the Life

I woke up on Sunday morning at 6:45 a.m.

Now, I don't go to church, so unless it's football season, I don't wake up before 10:00 a.m. But the dog wakes me up when he has to go outside to go pottie.

We'll walk around the block. I'm half asleep, carrying blue bags and waiting for him to do his business. It was the second straight morning that it was drizzling and got us both soaked.

I had a few parties the night before, although I was disappointed that I got the directions wrong for one. It was a blues guitarist named Dennis Young (not to be confused with the cheesy Styx vocalist, Dennis DeYoung). I thought the street I was looking for was Point Loma Boulevard. It was Point Loma Avenue. He had a CD release later that night at Humphrey's. I hope it went well.

But back to Sunday.

I had a few things to do downtown and was lucky enough to miss the Rock 'n Roll Marathon participants.

Although, driving into the Sea World area, I was hit with closed streets, detours, lots of traffic...and I had no one to blame but myself.

I finally made it out of there, and got to the luncheon I was headed to.

Later that night, I dropped my girlfriend and our dog off at her friends house, while I went to play racquetball at the LA Fitness in Vista.

Gavin was beating us by 6 points, when a fire alarm went off.

We cleared the building, only to find it was a mistake. As we walked back into the court I said, "Well...who can remember the score after all that commotion. We'll just start again at zero."

Gavin, the most competitive of the group, said "I remember the score..." and he rattled it off.

The flashing blue lights and loud siren/alarm, went on for another 30 minutes. It was like playing racquetball at a nightclub in Berlin.

Luckily, the courts were quieter than the rest of the building. I'm not sure how the weight-lifters and runners were able to handle it (maybe they just cranked up their ipods).

The alarm finally stopped. A few minutes later, I ran to the locker room to get something. It was the first time I noticed a detailed sign about the dangers of steroids. To me, this was a waste of money.

It wasn't just something someone printed out on their computer. This was a plastic sign that had to be specially made.

To me, if LA Fitness isn't selling steroids, they shouldn't need a one paragraph warning on the dangers of using them.

We started our 4th game, and the fire alarm went off again, but was quickly turned off. I wondered if the fire department had to come the first time around.

We ended up hearing the alarm a few more times before we finished our games as the place was closing.

I stopped at Erica's house, and watched as our dog wrestled her Jack Russell puppy.

We drank Chardonnay, listened to music, and had a blast.

I was going 70 on the I-5 southbound out of Carlsbad, when the dog decided to jump onto my lap. For some reason, he always wants to climb on me as I drive. And, I have no problem with that. I just keep my eyes on the road, and it's not a distraction.

I do wonder what would happen if I got into an accident and the air bag deployed.

And, when I'm wearing my racquetball shorts, it can hurt if he jumps onto my lap when I'm not ready (you men know what I mean).

As he was laying in my arms, I felt warm liquid all over my shoulder and arm. I didn't look down. I can keep my eyes on the road while I talk on cell phones or handle dogs.

I asked my girlfriend to check my arm for barf. She told me the dog did indeed throw up, and she cleaned me up as I continued to drive.

I was bummed that my dog was feeling under the weather.

I was also bummed that one of the many cool shirts my stepbrother has given me (over the years, I've gotten an Office Space, 6th Sense [I see dumb people], and this...from A Christmas Story, showing the boy with his tongue stuck to a pole). It's probably going to be stained.

The dog threw up again when we walked him around the block before coming inside.

And he looked so sad as we put him in his doggie bed.

As I'm typing this, ready to go to bed myself, I will sometimes glance at him. He's so adorable when he sleeps...sometimes with his legs straight up in the air.

And when I post this, and get up to brush my teeth...the dog will follow me to the bathroom, waiting outside the door for me to carry him into our bed.

And I'll gladly do it.

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I woke up on Sunday morning at 6:45 a.m.

Now, I don't go to church, so unless it's football season, I don't wake up before 10:00 a.m. But the dog wakes me up when he has to go outside to go pottie.

We'll walk around the block. I'm half asleep, carrying blue bags and waiting for him to do his business. It was the second straight morning that it was drizzling and got us both soaked.

I had a few parties the night before, although I was disappointed that I got the directions wrong for one. It was a blues guitarist named Dennis Young (not to be confused with the cheesy Styx vocalist, Dennis DeYoung). I thought the street I was looking for was Point Loma Boulevard. It was Point Loma Avenue. He had a CD release later that night at Humphrey's. I hope it went well.

But back to Sunday.

I had a few things to do downtown and was lucky enough to miss the Rock 'n Roll Marathon participants.

Although, driving into the Sea World area, I was hit with closed streets, detours, lots of traffic...and I had no one to blame but myself.

I finally made it out of there, and got to the luncheon I was headed to.

Later that night, I dropped my girlfriend and our dog off at her friends house, while I went to play racquetball at the LA Fitness in Vista.

Gavin was beating us by 6 points, when a fire alarm went off.

We cleared the building, only to find it was a mistake. As we walked back into the court I said, "Well...who can remember the score after all that commotion. We'll just start again at zero."

Gavin, the most competitive of the group, said "I remember the score..." and he rattled it off.

The flashing blue lights and loud siren/alarm, went on for another 30 minutes. It was like playing racquetball at a nightclub in Berlin.

Luckily, the courts were quieter than the rest of the building. I'm not sure how the weight-lifters and runners were able to handle it (maybe they just cranked up their ipods).

The alarm finally stopped. A few minutes later, I ran to the locker room to get something. It was the first time I noticed a detailed sign about the dangers of steroids. To me, this was a waste of money.

It wasn't just something someone printed out on their computer. This was a plastic sign that had to be specially made.

To me, if LA Fitness isn't selling steroids, they shouldn't need a one paragraph warning on the dangers of using them.

We started our 4th game, and the fire alarm went off again, but was quickly turned off. I wondered if the fire department had to come the first time around.

We ended up hearing the alarm a few more times before we finished our games as the place was closing.

I stopped at Erica's house, and watched as our dog wrestled her Jack Russell puppy.

We drank Chardonnay, listened to music, and had a blast.

I was going 70 on the I-5 southbound out of Carlsbad, when the dog decided to jump onto my lap. For some reason, he always wants to climb on me as I drive. And, I have no problem with that. I just keep my eyes on the road, and it's not a distraction.

I do wonder what would happen if I got into an accident and the air bag deployed.

And, when I'm wearing my racquetball shorts, it can hurt if he jumps onto my lap when I'm not ready (you men know what I mean).

As he was laying in my arms, I felt warm liquid all over my shoulder and arm. I didn't look down. I can keep my eyes on the road while I talk on cell phones or handle dogs.

I asked my girlfriend to check my arm for barf. She told me the dog did indeed throw up, and she cleaned me up as I continued to drive.

I was bummed that my dog was feeling under the weather.

I was also bummed that one of the many cool shirts my stepbrother has given me (over the years, I've gotten an Office Space, 6th Sense [I see dumb people], and this...from A Christmas Story, showing the boy with his tongue stuck to a pole). It's probably going to be stained.

The dog threw up again when we walked him around the block before coming inside.

And he looked so sad as we put him in his doggie bed.

As I'm typing this, ready to go to bed myself, I will sometimes glance at him. He's so adorable when he sleeps...sometimes with his legs straight up in the air.

And when I post this, and get up to brush my teeth...the dog will follow me to the bathroom, waiting outside the door for me to carry him into our bed.

And I'll gladly do it.

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