I fly back into CA last Friday, in the night time. It was quiet a sight. The lights from above are amazing. There are many different kinds of lights, two white lights that are moving, many red, yellow and green stationary lights and then, because of the time of the year, color outlines of people's houses. As I watched the lights from my cramped airplane seat I began thinking of what all of the lights symbolize. Geroge Carlin once said, "I like to leave the symbols to the symbol minded." Luckily, I'm not as cynical as he, I was touched by what all of the lights represented. Each pair of headlights represents any number of people driving to dinner, driving to watch the Clippers lose (while B. Griffin plays epically), a single father going to pick up his kid for the weekend or just a bunch of silly teenagers driving around to impress their friends. Each one of them oblivious to the car next of them and even more oblivious to me in the plane 30,000 feet above their heads. I like that. Each house, outlined with xmas lights, represents a group of people getting ready for new years, kids beggin their rents to let them stay up to 1203 to watch the ball drop, or possibly a group of 21 and olders tapping a keg and preparing for a night of good decisions.
Speaking of good decisions, my trip to Boise was awesome. The 208 always just seems to treat me great, that tiene rima if you didn't catch on. I got to see Hailey, Sarah and Wick for the first time in years. Plus, I finally got to meet Sarah's little Oliver...who is quiet the cool kid for not yet being 2. I caught up with many a person from Peru and, being as that Boise is tiny ( having a smaller population than Salinas) I ran into many other from CofI, without even trying.
Now I'm back in town...which means? Who knows. I'm glad to be coaching, otherwise I would be sooooo bored. I have started looking into getting a more morningy job to occupy my time more and bring in the benjimans. I start USC next week and am pretty excited. I got the latest loss from the Clippers on Sunday and walked around SC for a bit...to be inspired....it worked. But until I'm more monied and more jobbed my main focus is un perro. Mostly because I like words with two Rs. I have no girl friend and plenty of time on my hands and I want a dog. Possibly to be named tirebiter...too much?
I haven't wanted a dog for years. Boris, my first dog, was awesome. I was in fifth grade when we got him, I hadn't ever had a dog and I was so excited. I was finally going to be a member of the dog owners club of the world, California chapter. (that chapter starts on page 54 if you're wondering) Boris was a basset, short, long, and ears for days. We had Boris for a good 9 years. However, his last 3 or 4 years were spent with his legs in a sling, or wheelchairy sort of thing. He had slipped a disk and after surgery was never able to walk again. When he was adentro he would drag himself along and then cuanda estaba afuera he would be put in his sling. This made him somewhat of a legand around town, loved but disfunctional...ala Gilbert Grape. His final year or so were the hardest. He got old and things (inside his body) started to loosen up. When he had basically lost control it got really hard to watch. It was really hard for me to watch my beloved dog fall apart, so I distanced myself from him. I was still in college, so I was able to just detached myself from him so I wouldn't have to feel so bad...selfish, but what can I say? Following Boris, came the a bat out of hell...Pixie. She came to us after my abuelo passed on and we got to take care of him. She was just about the most ridiculous thing on the planet. Always confused, blind, deaf, and she'd hit her face on the floor when she sneezed. She wasn't the most loved by us, I'll admit. But after watching Boris age and having to deal with Pixie, I was quiet jaded by the idea of canine ownership....Until recently! I'm currently obessed with getting a new dog. I have so much time on my hands to help the dog adjust to his/her new life with the Mosses. I want a dog I can take on long walks, that way we can both not only sit around inside but also be buddies outside. This would be
my dog, he or she would have a bed in my room and I'd be responsible for the whole thing...VERY EXCITING! I'd like a young dog, but not a puppy, who is good with cats because I still have my BA gato, Felicity.
Random Factoid: The West Wing is an awesome show!
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