Had anyone told me I would wake up at six every morning, I would’ve laughed in “anyone’s” face. So who is laughing now? Well, not me. I am just sleepy.
Tisa has added in her little chewing-CV chewing on the PR Compendium (is it a sign?), earphones, and a tie. Yes, I am wearing a tie now. A different tie every day.
Off I go across this marvelous traffic jam ahead.
No snow eating, please. No, you cannot have the yellow one. Trust me.
I am looking at this dog of mine and trying to remember how many times in the past two months I caught myself explaining to others her puppy-readiness to explore. Jumping on complete strangers, begging for affection, drinking from the puddle, chasing garbage on the ground, playing with the dogs that ignore her, running tail-between-’hind-legs from the dogs chasing her to play, and generally chewing her way through her our early life (I hope!). And I have been using a Romanian common saying, “not everything that’s flying can be eaten too”…
And this morning I was reading a comment on a friend’s blog, that prompts me thinking about translations, among other things, and I have decided in a flash I’d oversimplify this saying gladly to illustrate, again, me. Not everything is flying.
Garbage, retriever, acrobat, circus, attack. Dog. The life of the dog lies ahead like an open book waiting to be written. Although the author might have some predilection for “garbage dog”, we’ll see.
“Excuse me, are you cleaning that up?”
“Excuse me, the dog is pissing. When you go behind that tree, how do you clean that up?”
All the looney cases aside, I enjoy walking rollerblading the dog in the park. There are a lot of sweet granny types, adorably innocent little ones and oh, let’s not forget, on a totally different note: the hunks.
Doll, I’m fine.
The dog has put me to the ground today. We were rollerblading in the park. My foot hurts now. It didn’t then. Anyways.
I got a mohawk haircut. A bit tilted. But it’s fun. It’s supposed to be that way. Fun, and tilted.
“What has inspired you to do that?”, he asked. “Not having to see clients”, I replied promptly. “I do FTP these days.”
The other absolutely extraordinary piece of news is that Parov Stelar has messaged me on Twitter, suggesting junodownload.com, when I have complained that his album is not available on iTunes Romania. So, here I am at 3 in the morning, listening to that, his latest release, Coco. After the call from the bank checking the validity of the internet card transaction. Pretty amazing stuff. Pretty good release!
Let me post a picture of the un-named one 
It’s been such a day. Move that to the left. No, too much, more to the right. Make that bold. Can we have it regular? I think it should be easier to spot that bit, maybe turn it into bold font, what do you think? kinda manoovering… but I’m smiling. I know the client. I know the material.
There is nothing better than those things you can grab in the park: water tastes better, delicious food lies everywhere just waiting to be licked, chewed or plainly swallowed.
All dogs showing interest in me should be ignored. Subsequently I will in turn show interest only to those initially not taking any interest in my canine person.
It’s interesting if it (still) moves.
Shit is good only if it’s quality shit.
As a world premiere, at today’s dog walk, I was leading by a dog’s leash length. Rollerblading.
I think I have counted about a dozen “aww, poor dog”. As I kept rollerblading.
Tonight I expect to hear the thunder storm only.
“Oh, what a cute doggie! How old is it?”
“I can tell you by phone.”
Having this dog makes getting a number such a piece of cake! Although it’s mostly from bellied middle aged men, otherwise cranky old ladies or very young anyways too young kids in the park.
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