You can Google it......

Every time I hear that phrase I end up laughing. (Because it is usually coming out of the mouth of a complete idiot.) It is a way for someone to have validation, "If you don't believe me, you can Google it." I always imagine it being said with a thick southern drawl; the oo stretching out forever.

I bet you just said Gooooogle.

I wonder if Google has change the dating world? Someone could be something they really are not, with the help of some research. For example, if you make mention of that little known band that you love, and the person takes a moment to answer back, I am sure it has been Googled. Then this person strikes back with "memories" of this concert on that date, or how the drummer and the lead singer had a fling. You now think you have found your true love, all because you thought he got you.

Google is great because you can be so anonymous when looking for an answer to what that mysterious rash is. (It also saves a lot of money on office co-pays, when the doc would only tell you a simple remedy anyway.) To find information anonymously is comforting as a user, and may be part of the success that Google has become.

I am an avid Googler; I love to use Google, and I think that my knowledge doubled from 1995 to 1996 when Google was released. Since the induction of Google there are many self-proclaimed geniuses, and thousands more that have taken the IQ test to verify what they already thought.

I am sure that my children will never have the need to ask me anything when they are adults, as it will be less of a hassle to look for all the answers on Google. *wiping a tear from the corner of the eye on the realization that I really won't be needed.* And if you don't believe me, you can Google it.

Those pants are hot!

I really love wearing black pants, and I have two pairs that I wear for work. About two weeks ago the zipper on my Coldwater Creek pants ceased. I stuck them back in my closet, knowing that I did not have the sewing ability to put in a new zipper.

Jump to today: I needed a pair of black pants to wear because I did not wash yesterday's. I go to the closet, put the pants on and grab a tube of crazy glue as I walk out the door. I chose a long black tunic to cover the zipper until I could do a quick fix using the glue. I have done such a fix before and it worked, those pants are still zipping a year after the "fix."

I get to work and, the first chance I get, I head to the restroom with the crazy glue. I open the tube; the glue is reluctant to come out. I squeeze a little harder, but nothing. I am now worried that my plan is foiled. Ok, this has to work! I squeeze the tube more.....whoosh, out comes an ounce of glue. An ounce doesn't sound like a lot, but for super glue it is. I sit there looking at the mess I have created, when my nose starts to burn. Then I see it, a little wisp of smoke. My pants are smoking!!!

At this point I am worried, thinking that my pants may burst into chemically induced flames at any time. This could be awkward trying to get back to my car..... ohhh. Then, as quickly as it happened, the wisp of smoke is gone. I touch the zipper, ouch, it is hot. I give it a second and zip my pants. Except that the glue was too much and now the zipper is really done for!

So, as the day goes on I occasionally glance down at my side, just to make sure the tunic is covering the zipper. It is, but offers little comfort. I have to break down and buy a new pair of pants. This experience gives a new meaning to "smoking, hot" pants.

Because it says so!

I was watching You've Got Mail tonight, when Kathleen Kelly was at the market and ended up in the cash only line with a credit card. Well, you can imagine how the five people behind her balked when she tried to use her credit card. The man behind her says very angrily "the sign says...", loosing all common sense and any grain of courtesy.

I notice that people drive with this same mentality, and sadly there are days that I do too. Going around in a little bubble thinking about who has the right away. "What are you doing? I have right away; I'll show you!" I find it interesting how we have so many accidents in this country when compared the busy streets of Shanghai. I would guess that the people in Shanghai are not going around bitching about who has the right of way; they bob, swerve, dodge and go on.

We live in communities that do not allow us to have clothes lines, but we buy chemicals to have that fresh scent in our homes. I really think we are confused right now. So as to not end on such a negative note, please look forward to my post on simple pleasures, like fresh laundry and teapots.

I am convinced that in order for Midol to work it must be consumed with chocolate!

In my last post I said that I would wake early and be at the gym by 5am. Hmmm, did I say what time zone I would use? It must not be mountain time because I have yet to accomplish this goal. I have fallen on my face, what is worse is I think there is a twinky under there too!

I know that in order to wake by five I need to wash my face and be in bed no later than 10pm. It has been very difficult to accomplish the goal of a bedtime. Last night my husband and I took our son to the county fair. I thought we might be there for two hours; I ended up distracted by a cute, cute goat at the petting zoo. This little bugger had a chest the size of roll of toilet paper and his belly looked like he had swollowed a basketball, all on four short, spindly, legs. Unlike the other animals he stayed to be pet even after the food was gone; I wanted to take him home right then. We pulled out of the fairgrounds about ten minutes to 11pm sans goat.

When I did go to bed last night I made sure the early alarm was off, and my regular alarm was set. My plans tonight are a nice shower, and setting the clock back to five. Also, I am serious about what I said above - about the midol and chocolate.

Take a Chance on me.

So, tomorrow I will be making the first of three payments on the buckskin horse pictured here. I should start with a little history; I am just not sure how far back I should go.

I will make it simple, and say that I have loved horses for as long as I can remember. Five years ago I was able to fulfill my dream and bought my first horse, she was a weanling and I loved raising a baby. I had grand dreams of showing Gwen; I could not wait for the day when her name boomed on the loud speaker.

Gwen had turned three and I started to ride her, this was after years of being ponied. She was calm and steady. It was a great feeling to have accomplished so much with her, as I thought of the up coming show season I realized that I could not afford to keep her any more. It was a very difficult decision, but I called the trainer I wanted to use and asked if he could find a buyer.

There is comfort knowing that when I could not provide what the horse needed, I had an active role in finding the situation that I wanted to have. I have also learned that it is ok to give up for the right reasons.

Now, back to Last Chance, the beautiful buckskin AQHA gelding who will soon be my new steed. He is four and very green; I know that I have a lot of work ahead of me. Anticipating that, I have decided to start working out. I will be at the gym a little after 5am trying to get lean and strong.

If anyone has any workout tips I would gladly accept them! I can not wait to share my experiences with you.

(hehe, don't you love how I write this like I have followers...)