Toby Haiku

Canine of black fluff

Eyeballs present do not work

Ocean sniff enjoy

Lunch Time

I contemplated getting some food and sitting at my desk over the lunch hour, catching up on the mundane details of a quick cross-country move. Instead, I chose to drive a few miles with the windows down and the radio on (listening to "Jumping Someone Else's Train" by the Cure!! Hello age 14!!) and see stuff like this:

No one around. Just me. Ahhhh...on the drive back to work, there was an enthusiastic advertisement about traveling to go see snow and skiing upon it. Huh?

-P

"The jerk store called. They're running out of you!"- George Costanza

First Post - Uh, hello?

Greetings all.

So I have a blog now.

Am I uneasy assuming people might actually check this thing? Do folks really want to read about me & my goal of seeing a baseball game in every Major League stadium? Are stories about my dog Toby and kitty Tess charming enough to warrant the effort of typing a few letters and saving this blog to 'Favorites'? Is my lip balm addiction remarkable? Who knows?

I guess individuals may find my restlessness a curious thing. First Iowa, then Southern California, then Iowa again, and finally Southern California. I opted to rent near the ocean rather than own near a corn field - to be a small fish in a big, beautiful pond. I figure you only go around once, you should lay your fabulous hats where you want. Blah Blah Blog.

Toodles,

Paula

"It's such a fine line between stupid and clever. " - David St. Hubbins