Here we go

For the last few days, I've had the most god-awful headaches.  Like I've been on one of those "Spin and puke" rides at 3rd rate carnivals.  I'm fine when I get up in the morning and I'm fine during my morning walk but around 10:00am, the headache kicks in and I feel like hammered shit and I don't know why.

Speaking of morning walks, I take Gracie Lou to the same place, the El Dorado Regional Park, Section III.  We like Section III because there's rarely anyone there early in the morning (read: other dogs since Gracie is positive that every dog wants to eat her) and it's quiet and peaceful (except for the screaming of the hawks and honking of the geese) and we get a good power walk in.  One of the down sides to Section III, though, is that it is frequently closed because both "Dexter" and "CSI Miami" like to film there and they have some weird thing about keeping anyone not associated with the film crew from invading the shoot and maybe trying to get themselves on camera.  Trust me, they have nothing to worry about with me.  I just want to get my dog walked and get over to Del Taco for my morning crack.  You go about your business and I'll go about mine and we'll be fine.  But nooooooo.  I've been stopped by more security guards and their answer to the age old question of, "Do you know who I am" is invariably, "Yes.  You're the person who HAS TO LEAVE."


Anyhoo.  This week, there was yet another film crew setting up an above ground swimming pool, of all things, in one of the parking lots and I'm all, "A swimming pool?  With bleachers on each side?  And a deck? In the parking lot?  But for why?"


The next morning, the film crew was in full force.  There were trailers lined up and down the road, wardrobe trailers, catering trailers, equipment trailers, trailers filled with all sorts of lighting and electrical stuff, people wandering around in bathrobes and I notice that the pool has a ruler thingy on the sides and there's a big sign advertising a Diving Doggies competition and then I notice all the cases of Bud Light being unloaded and I'm all, "Here we go!"  Especially since nobody In Charge forced me from the premises (again).  Suckers.


A diving doggies Bud Light commercial.  Starring the Splash Dogs.  Who I was all excited to see.  But who Gracie was convinced would try to eat her.  And let them know in no uncertain terms that she wasn't going down without a fight.


Yeah, guess who disrupted the shoot?  


And guess who was asked to "Move along now, ma'am.  And your little dog, too!"

There we went.












 

You're welcome. I think.

Today, I received a letter in the mail.  It was addressed to me (my first and last name...spelled correctly) "and family."  Well I love getting real life mail that doesn't include a demand for payment so I excitedly opened it and it was a thank you letter.  A very lovely thank you letter and I must share it with everyone:

Dear Kelly & family,

A very belated Thank you! for the delicious brunch you and all your helpers prepared, (Thanks for the vegetarian version!) prior to Thanksgiving.  It was delicious!  My mother enjoyed it as well.  She was here, prior to setting off on a trip to several countries that she'd been planning for 3 years.  She's in New Zealand now.  

We all really enjoyed the meal together.  Than you for all the time and energy it took to get that all together and to deliver it and set everything up.  Thank you also to Josh who served it.

I am sorry this is so late!

Thank you also for everything you do for your sister Tracy and your mom Carol.  We have enjoyed attending the bible study at your house all these years.  It has really been a blessed life.

Love, 
Mary C.

Wasn't that just the nicest letter?  But here's the thing:  I have no idea who Mary is.  I never prepared and/or delivered a Thanksgiving brunch, vegetarian or otherwise and delivered to Mary and her mother.  While I do have a sister named Tracie (with an i e), my mom's name is not Carol.  It's not even close to "Carol."

And people who know me (and tolerate love me) know I have never hosted a Bible Study, not that there's anything wrong with that.

Coinkydinkily, yesterday, I received a Christmas card that had my address but someone else's name (that I don't recognize) and the sender had written "please forward" on it.  Ok.  Forward WHERE?

Nobody other than my family has ever lived in this house, at this address since the house was built in the early 1950's so it's not like someone hasn't received a change of address from their friends.

Isn't that just odd?  Unfortunately, the return addresses are illegible so now the OTHER Kelly is probably fuming that her culinary efforts are unappreciated and Mary will not understand why Kelly cuts her dead at the next Bible Study.


You're welcome.