Random weekend stuff

Hey Amigos,

Another too fast but very productive weekend.

Saturday was a reunion picnic for the adoption center. It's held at the runway dog park. I actually had a great time, but didn't put enough sunscreen on my nose so it's a little pink, as are random parts of my forehead.

It's SO much fun seeing that many dogs just playing and running around. There were all shapes and sizes. The littlest one was Shelby. She's the size of a male guinea pig, but was out there with the rest of them! The biggest was...well somebody came in with a St. Bernard but he wasn't one of ours. The biggest one of ours was probably Sherman, a weimaraner. It was so nice to see everyone and just sit out and enjoy a nice sunny day.

Afterward Therese and I went to the WAC and I did some swimming. I don't really 'swim' since I was never really taught the proper technique. I kind of do a combination breast stroke and freestyle from one end to the other. No matter what I'm breathing hard. About 1/2 way through my laps the lights went out. We kept swimming until it started to feel creepy, but I got a good workout in.

Then I went home and watched 2 movies that I got from Netflix. Well, I watched enough of them to know I didn't like them, then fast forwarded through them so I'd know what happens. The first was Timber Falls, and I don't even want to talk about it, it was so bad. I was hoping it would be scary but it was just horrid. The second was Funny Games, and I became so annoyed that I started fast forwarding about 30 minutes in. I almost wish I hadn't done that.

Funny Games is a home-invasion suspense/horror/torture porn flick and not worth my time. It was stylistic but completely pointless. I don't have a problem with home invasion type stories. I mean, A Clockwork Orange is one of the greatest films ever. But this Funny Games wasn't even in the same stratosphere as anything by Kubrick. The director isn't worthy to shine Kubrick's shoes.

I was honestly hoping to be scared, but in the end I was just peeved that I'd wasted my time and Netflix on them.

Yesterday was a productive day for me. Since my depression has lifted I felt like tidying up around the house. I did a bunch of laundry, vacuumed, did some yard work, sorted through some old books and cds, through out some stuff I didn't need.

It was father's day, but since my father passed away I didn't have any plans for that. My dad was never big on father's day. The happiest I remember him being on Father's day was the time he got a free breakfast sandwich at McDonald's. The man loved a bargain. Since he was never really all that thrilled with it (in the same way he didn't care much about his own birthday, and especially father's day because I think he thought it was just a put on by the greeting card companies) I don't have any sentimental attachments to father's day per se, but it does sort of stink when it rolls around and he's not there. It doesn't necessarily make me miss him more, because honestly, I don't think I'm capable of missing him more than I already do. Not a day goes by that I don't think of him, and he's been gone nine and a half years. I'm very lucky, because he and I had a good thing going. Actually, I talked to him the day before he died. I had applied for a job someplace else; I knew it was a good job but I couldn't afford to take it, and he knew that too. His last words to me were "Don't do anything stupid."

So, that was my weekend. It was pretty good except for the two heinous movies!