Fall-ing

The days are already getting shorter... It's hard to wake up in the morning without a little bit of light peeking in through the blinds.

The other day I was walking back from the shopping center behind my house after running some errands. The bags were heavy in my hands, but I enjoyed it. I like not relying on my car to get me where I need to go. If only that shopping center had more of the things I need/want on a regular basis...

The warm wind whistled as it blew over the top of the bottle of diet green tea cola that I was drinking. I didn't think diet green tea cola would be any good...and actually, it was kinda bad...in a good way. It made perfect sense in my head. I looked up and took in all the familiar sights on my walk - the row of houses that line my street, the church, the football field and track, the schools, the park. I will miss these things if I leave.

There was a man walking towards me. I smiled at him as he walked by...but he just kept his head down and stared at the ground. I don't know why people here tend to be so unfriendly.

I think I'm ready to go. I'll enjoy the last few weeks of summer, but I'm ready for a change.

Masturbation Station

Note: I wrote this from a comical perspective, though I must admit that the incident was quite disturbing to me. The ending is only dramatic speculation, but it's true.

I went running this morning before work. Dawn was breaking and just 10-15 minutes into the run it was light out. I'm always wary when I run at this time of day. Even though it's light out, there aren't very many people out at 6:30am - nobody to come to the rescue if something happens, nobody to witness a crime. I know I sound paranoid, but these are the thoughts I have - I can't help that I've heard too many stories about female joggers becoming victims.

I took the usual route through neighborhoods to city park, curving around the right side of the park and then up by the baseball field. I saw a few people here and there on the way, walking dogs, eating breakfast in their cars (people do this at city park...I don't know why), etc. As I came down the hill to the other side of the park I saw that it was deserted, save for a big black truck with a cab over the back that was parked in the lot. As I ran by it, it moaned and clicked as if it had just been turned off...but there was nobody in it. My senses were heightened and I scanned the edge of the park for the owner. I wasn't concerned at this point, just feeling the need to be hyper-aware of my surroundings - something about being alone by a recently vacated car without seeing the driver set me into this mode.

I spotted him, about 30 feet away - there he was leaning with his back against a big boulder, feet relatively close together, knees spread wide out. I thought he was stretching, that he was another runner preparing for a jog. I half-smiled at him, still wary. Then I noticed where his hands were...the movement... He was "stretching" with his pants around his ankles. Just having a go at himself! He was looking directly at me, eyes steady, seeing me without reacting. I averted my eyes, head forward, down, picked up the pace. I glanced behind me several times as I exited the park.

I don't know whether or not the exhibitionist type person that masturbates in public is also the kind of person to stalk and rape young female joggers, but behind my shock and amusement, I was a little scared. I imagined him running after me and after I'd gotten away from the park, I pictured him hopping into his big black truck and following me to my house. I calmed down as I got further away, but I still kept glancing behind me, all around me.

I finally arrived back at my street where I stopped to walk the rest of the distance to my house. I was sure that I was just being paranoid about this guy following me. I sighed as I grabbed my empty trash can from the sidewalk. But, as I turned to drag it up onto my porch I looked up just in time to see a big back truck roar past the house.

Golden Showers

So, I'm dogsitting my friend's miniature dachshund for a week. Chip's actually been really easy to take care of - small, slightly less yippy than the last time I watched him, snuggly, etc. All he wants to do is cuddle with me, which makes him quiet and content, which makes ME happy. He does, however, have a slight piddling problem - the whole submissive peeing thing that is common in weenie dogs. Usually it's not too bad - just a little dribble or two when you come home and let him out of his kennel. I don't really care and he can't help it anyway, so it's not worth worrying about - I just try to keep him from jumping on me when I let him out of the kennel.

The other day I had taken him outside and then put him in his kennel because I had to run an errand. I just walked to the shopping center behind my house for some things. I couldn't have been gone more than 30-45 minutes. So, I did my thing then came back and let him out of the kennel. He was all excited, so I leaned down and pet him and I was sure that if he had to piddle, he would have done it then. I walk into the next room and he follows me and is still wanting me to give him attention, so I lean down, pick him up and lift up into the air in front of me and I'm all like, "Aww weenie, what's the ma-" and then I saw it coming...it was like in slow motion, but there was nothing I could do. A stream of piddle was flying at my face. It splashed all over my cheek and IN MY FREAKING MOUTH. I squealed, but other than that, I actually reacted pretty calmly. I believe there was actually a moment when I attempted to characterize the taste, but obviously that didn't last long. I set him down gently and then proceeded to run to the bathroom gagging and spitting and laughing hysterically. I washed my face immediately (piss on the face kinda burns) and even washed my own mouth out with soap and then brushed my teeth twice. At this moment Andrew comes home and I'm all gagging and laughing hysterically in the bathroom. I attempt to tell him what happened through my laughter and tears (the funny kind of tears). I don't think he found it quite as funny as I did...actually I think he was pretty grossed out. And then he wouldn't kiss me. Pfft, I don't know why...

Well, well, well...

Let the blogging begin! I really hate the word blog. Ah well, what can ya do? That's what the kids are calling it these days. Technically I already have one on MySpace. I don't know why I felt the need to start this one... I wanted better design, I wanted it to be the focus of the page, and I'm getting kinda tired of MySpace. I don't know, I have this thing about compartmentalizing everything. I'm not at all organized or anything like that. I just like when things serve a specific purpose and that's that. Keep it simple. I take a lot of photos and have a site on Flickr, but I thought the blog would be a nice way to apply the photos to daily life. Some of my photography is about art, some is just about capturing the moment, documenting life. So, this is my life in words and images. Hello.