Wednesday March 26, 2008 at 12:07 pm
As I drive
I swear, for the past week, I’ve awakened every morning to beautiful, sun-filled blue skies. I’ve stretched and smiled and said, “so pretty!” And it never fails, by the time I get myself together and set foot outside, the sky is overcast and it’s at least 25 degrees colder than I feel it ought to be.
I went to watch the first lacrosse game of the season yesterday, and by the time the final whistle blew, I noticed that my manic sideline pacing had not only caused mud to crawl up to my knees, by also that the denim was frozen solid from the wind, resulting in a back-to-the car wobble resembling an uncomfortable non-cowgirl in chaps.
I’ve also been doing a lot of driving to various city outskirts lately, and it never ceases to amaze me how far away you can be from downtown while still catching small glimpses of the skyline. I always get at least a little excited when I’m over 20 miles from the city and can see four spikes sticking out of the hilly horizon in front of me.
It’s kind of like that thrill you got when you were a kid and your parents were driving you down that main street in Homestead to Kennywood and in the distance you saw the hazy loops of the Steel Phantom, and that’s pretty much still the case for me now except that the Steel Phantom was turned into the Phantom’s Revenge and instead of loops there’s just that one big hill which is still daunting but slightly less threatening.
Bello has been joining me on a lot of my road trips, and has finally become brave enough to do the dog thing of sticking his head out the window as I drive. I’ve taken to pulling his hair up, as it’s growing at an alarming rate, and the weather’s still too cool for a shavin’.
What? Stop rolling your eyes. It’s blue. Jesus.
I swear, for the past week, I’ve awakened every morning to beautiful, sun-filled blue skies. I’ve stretched and smiled and said, “so pretty!” And it never fails, by the time I get myself together and set foot outside, the sky is overcast and it’s at least 25 degrees colder than I feel it ought to be.
I went to watch the first lacrosse game of the season yesterday, and by the time the final whistle blew, I noticed that my manic sideline pacing had not only caused mud to crawl up to my knees, by also that the denim was frozen solid from the wind, resulting in a back-to-the car wobble resembling an uncomfortable non-cowgirl in chaps.
I’ve also been doing a lot of driving to various city outskirts lately, and it never ceases to amaze me how far away you can be from downtown while still catching small glimpses of the skyline. I always get at least a little excited when I’m over 20 miles from the city and can see four spikes sticking out of the hilly horizon in front of me.
It’s kind of like that thrill you got when you were a kid and your parents were driving you down that main street in Homestead to Kennywood and in the distance you saw the hazy loops of the Steel Phantom, and that’s pretty much still the case for me now except that the Steel Phantom was turned into the Phantom’s Revenge and instead of loops there’s just that one big hill which is still daunting but slightly less threatening.
Bello has been joining me on a lot of my road trips, and has finally become brave enough to do the dog thing of sticking his head out the window as I drive. I’ve taken to pulling his hair up, as it’s growing at an alarming rate, and the weather’s still too cool for a shavin’.
What? Stop rolling your eyes. It’s blue. Jesus.
He looks so pissed… haha.
Um…some of us weren’t kids when the Steel Phantom came. I do remember the Laser Loop though…
Scott
Torturing that poor defenseless pup, why I should….wait where’s the SPCA when you need them, how about PETA, the ACLU, the NCAA, YAP-YAP (that’s Yorkies Against Pretentiousness/Yorkies Against Postman, a combined action committee to represent Yorkie betterment).
I’m calling 311 now for sure.
My aunts live in Pittsburgh and they took me and my sister to Kennywood once way back in the day…oh how much I loved it! I want to go back!
Dude, your dog’s hair is in a bow.
No.
Just no.
dudes can totally rock ponytails!
look at david beckham, for example.
He looks adorable, as usual. I love that you gave him a blue bow so that everyone still knows he’s a boy. Hee.
I always get really excited when I can see the Hollywood sign from my street, which is twentysomething miles away.
OMG how freaking cute.
I wish Edie’s fur was long enough to put in a bow!
We can see downtown from our deck, even though we are totally in the burbs, and for some reason it still amuses me every time I go out there.
Um, yeah. Just say ‘no’ to the dog bow. My Lhasa is a female and I still don’t torture her like that. ;-)
If the bow is a problem, you could probably accomplish the same thing any number of different hair products. Maybe Bello with spikes?
Dude. Mowhawk!
“I noticed that my manic sideline pacing had not only caused mud to crawl up to my knees, by also that the denim was frozen solid from the wind, resulting in a back-to-the car wobble resembling an uncomfortable non-cowgirl in chaps.”
That is one of the best descriptions of anything I’ve ever heard!
As always…love reading your stuff. As they say, “you dun write good!”
I’ll trade weather, it’s been hot and I can’t stand heat.
I’m not sure what it’s like driving down to Kennywood, but I’m sure I would have been thrilled if I had!
Haha, your dog does look mad!
The bow has got to go. Just say no to metro sexual pets.
Anyway, I wish I could write as well as the posts on this blog. Guess I’ll just have to stick to my tech articles.
Nice job.
I put in 3 votes for your 2008 blogger’s choice award nomination.
Good Luck
Mike