We just checked into our first RV park. I’ve never seen or been to one before. I’m surprised to say….I think it’s great. It’s a little more than we wanted to spend for this sort of thing, $32 a night, but it seems to be worth it. It’s in a small town called Golden. There’s a creek right behind us with a kayak obstacle course and people floating downstream in inner tubes. The town itself is small and looks like the kind of place gay men would gravitate to and paint restored victorian houses bright colors and open antique shops and coffee houses.

Right now, I’m sitting on a park bench watching Andy play hockey at an outdoor, city owned rink. It’s threatening rain. I remember coming here a few years ago and walking around while Andy played. I found a half deflated, bright pink rubber ball and brought it home for Murphy the dog. It was her favorite toy. Her favorite method of play and ultimate destruction was to pick it up in her jaws and shake it violently trying to break it’s neck. When she finally tore it open, she would put one paw on it to hold it down and rip pieces off of it. Eventually it was nothing but pieces. She would do the same with crumpled up paper wads that I would throw at her. It never failed to make me laugh.

Sometimes I miss that dog. But only sometimes. I have to admit, life is much easier without pets. I was also reminiscing about taking her for a walk when we first got to Vegas. She was standing in the middle of the courtyard at our new apartment. There was a hissing sound. She stopped, cocked her head trying to figure out what it was. Then, the sprinklers went off full blast. She never was the same around wet grass at night.

Things you might not know about me:

*If given the choice to eat soup with a soup spoon or a regular spoon, I will choose the regular spoon.
*Hot air hand driers really annoy me.
*Having wet hands and or face and not have any option other than toilet paper or a shirt to dry with, really annoys me.
*I think I’ve said this one before, but, I can call you every dirty, filthy name in the book, but, if I call you a jerk, I’m really mad.
*If I’m not mad at a specific person, but am frustrated at a situation to the point of breaking, I will say “goddamnit” and possibly shove or kick something.
*I sometimes have the urge to eat bugs. I’m guessing it’s some specific vitamin or mineral deficiency but I haven’t gotten around to asking the internet about it.
*I never had the urge to babysit as a job growing up, or was interested in planning my wedding, playing house, barbies or for the most part with dolls. The one time I did babysit for the next door neighbor’s kid, he went into the bathroom and smeared poop everywhere.
*My sister and I used to play a game called Orphanage, where, as the name implies, we were in an orphanage and had to overcome adversity.
*One time while playing we found a Tampax plastic tampon applicator. We didn’t know what it was and stuffed berries in it for pretend food when we ran away from the orphanage.
*I was always quite frightened of accidentally ingesting the “poision berries” that our parents drilled into our heads not to eat. It was understood that these were, “okay for birds, but not for kids”.
*Given the choice of going to the bathroom in a port-o-potty or a well concealed bush, I will pick the bush almost every time.
*I just went pee behind a bush.
*I’ve always been attracted to tall, lanky guys. My mom says that this was true even as a little girl. Most of my serious boyfriends, until the amazing Mr. X have been not that tall and not that lanky. I blame my past belief that I did not deserve to get what I wanted in life.
*As proof of the last statement, I think Adrine Brody is hot.

…..Hey…..wait just a minute……

Andrew Blair….just as hot….NO….hotter even than Adrine Brody.