Bears are scary

I just had a scary dream about bears. I was in some snowy place like Utah, and for some reason I was hiking. I realize that this has to be a dream because why else would I be hiking?

Anyway, the bears were EVERYWHERE. And they very much wanted to eat me and any other person they came into contact with. They actively stalked people.

To escape the bears all the people in my dream, which besides Jeremy who was in it were all nameless and mostly faceless people, had to finish this sort of obstacle course. This involved tightrope walking, and lots of climbing of trees and things, all of which happened over the top of a river. Apparently, the bears did not cross any rivers and the land on the other side was bear free.

I couldn't shake the dream so I got up, hence the blog writing. This dream could have something to do with the very strange couple of days I have had at work. And no, there have been no bears trying to hunt me down...I think.

Old lady Suzi

Jeremy left for a week long hike into the wilderness of Northern Nevada today. It had to be a well thought out exit because he could not take Suzi, but he was planning to take Steve-o. Suzi is getting a little older, and she can only hike for about 2 days tops. This was going to be a five or six 50 mile hike. Yikes. Steven is young and virile, so he would have no problem.

So we planned for me to be a touch late to work. He would pack up the car and then I would take Suzi for a walk leaving him and Steven. When we would come back they would be gone.

This is what happened. I leashed up Suzi, and Steve-o nearly imploded thinking he was missing out on something really fun. I walked out the door and could hear Steve-o wimpering and yelping and having a hissy fit.

Suzi was very excited as we waltzed around the neighborhood. I had to go to work, so I couldn't walk her too long. It was also freakishly humid for Vegas since we have been having rain storms the last few days (yay!) but it has come with hot and muggy weather (boo).

I got back to the house absolutely drenched in sweat, with no time to take a shower. Well, that isn't true; I could have gone in later, but I already took a shower because I wasn't thinking. Woops.

The sa,ddest part of the morning was watching Suzi search the house for Steve-o and Jeremy. Oh my that was so pathetic and adorable, and it broke my heart.

I gave her a peanut butter filled bone and left. She seemed pleased enough.

Poor little Suzi.

Do you push it?

I returned home from Portland yesterday. It was a lovely trip. I was able to see my lady friends, their parents (mostly), my parents, my grandparents, and my furry little brother, Gromit.

My mom took me to the airport early to make sure that I had enough time to check luggage and all that. It wasn't super busy so we had time to sit and relax before going through security. We used the ladies room upon our arrival and I met a woman who has apparently been living in an underground bunker since 1972.

Most public restrooms that have been remodeled in any form have upgraded to water saving faucets, toilets, and hand dryers. I think any human being living in the United States understands this fact.

Well...every human being minus one. This lady stood over the faucet and, looking perplexed, pushed hard on the hand sensor to make the water turn on. Then she would hold her hands under the faucet and wait. Then she would push it again. "Why won't this work?" she asked generally to herself and me since I was next to her.

"It's a sensor sink. You have to hold your hands in the right place."

So she put her hands under the faucet again and then pushed the top of the sensor and then she gave up. She then moved to the next sink over and repeated.

"No. You need to activate the sensor."

"Sensor?" she replied.

"Yeah..." I said and went over to her sink and held my hand in front of the sensor so she could wash her hands.

"Oh, you have to hold your hand there the whole time."

No, I thought, but instead I nodded like she was right.

Had she never seen such a contraption? Never had a toilet flush while she sat on it? Never been to the movies and had the water suddenly turn on without her having to even touch anything? Hogwash. I am speakin' devil speak. No such thing exists!

Then she went over the paper towel dispenser and started waving her hands under that. Which, surprisingly, gave her no towels. Then she started to reach WAAAAAAAAAY deep inside to locate the towels. That dispenser was out. Any human being could have seen that. I noticed it right off. Why? Because I am a normal person with eyes.

I did not help her with the towels. If she was that dumb then God must have wanted her to remain damp.

The weather outside is...

Gloomy. Why you might ask? Because I am in Portland visiting friends and family. I must admit it is a mighty relief coming from the convection oven that is Las Vegas, but it is seeming a little extra gloomy for July. Even if it is Portland.