And then Reality Hits

Hello my Lovely follower(s)

I have been really good at falling off the map lately. I know that – in fact most of you who know me saw my last post and were like – oh wow! So glad you are happy! Which is kind, and nice and awesome, and not really me. Not to say that I’m unhappy, it’s just that there wasn’t a lot to complain about. But don’t you worry, cynicism has never been something I have lost completely

So the cynic in me has some complaints about the Golden State that I would love to share with you.

1. The weather.

Yes, it’s awesome and grand and all that – but it’s so strange. I LOVE LOVE LOVE everything about the fall. Rain, moderate temperatures, pumpkin carving, pumpkin eating, pumpkin baking, Halloween, etc. Every year around mid September when the weather starts to change I get so excited for all things autumnal. Here, the weather has been the same as it was in July. 80 degrees and sunny. Which rocks – don’t get me wrong – it just feels like I missed Halloween. I did get to go to Tahoe, where it was freezing cold, so at least on Halloween day everything felt right.

But it just wasn’t the same as walking through Prospect Park with warm tea and a scarf looking at the changing leaves.

2. The people

I have met some very cool people at work, and still keep in touch with some of my friends from college. But I have found a certain level of flakiness that exists out here. Perhaps I’m wrong, but I just don’t think many people were as flaky as they are here. It’s annoying to make plans, or plan events, even with work – and people simply don’t show up. But it’s California, so people have this like laid back, no worries attitude.

I worry. I’m antsy. And if I tell people I am coming to something, I show up.

3. Driving

I love the freedom that having a car gives me.

I hate traffic. And stupid drivers. And it’s Silicon Valley so everyone is talking on the phone and texting and emailing, and at times even operating a phone and a hand-held device at the same time!

I even saw a guy shaving his face while driving. Shaving his face.

Maybe I should try texting and shaving my legs while driving.

4. My Dog

My dog is kind of an asshole.

She’s adorable, and I love her, but she kind of sucks.

She barks all the time. All the time. So much so that I can’t bring her to work because she just barks and barks.

She escapes from the kitchen while at home and pees on the carpet – so we have had to make a crazy contraption out of boxes, storage containers, pieces of luggage and one baby gate just to keep her in there. If she escapes she will be officially re-named Houdini.

She steals everything. You leave it within reach, and she will steal it and hoard it. She steals laundry, hairbrushes, makeup bags, socks, shoes, remote controls, PS3 controllers, food, plastic, everything.

She vomits on the carpet, right next to the tile floor that is much easier to clean.

And then she comes into bed and cuddles and looks at me with the damn sad puppy face and I forgive her all over again. It’s bad.

That’s the nit and gritty everyone. Suppose its about time I got all cynical and sarcastic out here