morning musing.

there are quite a few things i enjoy about working downtown... and one of them is my secret fascination with bike messengers. not so secret, i guess, because i do discuss it often whenever i see one. i love the duct-taped messenger bags, really worn chuck taylors covered in sharpie, green pants that have been cropped off and cool fingerless gloves they all wear. i love the lifestyle, the attitude, the costume.

so i just went back to bed after seeing the husband off to his job on saturday mornings (yes, we get up at 5am). i felt guilty because i put maisie back in her crate instead of sleeping with her on the couch, and turning off the lights by myself in an empty house continually freaks me out. it's no surprise, when i go to bed in such a freaked-out, guilty mode, that i would wake up with a jolt then because of a bad dream. and guess who suddenly arrived in my dream, screaming/bellowing at me in a devil-like fashion? yeah. a bike messenger. my secret fascination might be turning creepy...

whew. anyway, i felt like i should update this at some point... not sure who all reads the blog but the feedback from my very close friends has so far been positive. i've been thinking about being in my 20's and living in this great city (great... miserable? whatever). the dining out options, the bar options, everything is just so wide open for exploring and husband and i do very little of that. michael symon opened a restaurant 5 minutes from my house and it took us months to get there. yikes. the problem with clevelanders, i think, is the polarity most have in the suburbs. if we were to go to dinner, by the time we've decided we are officially too hungry to even think about making something at home, we're ready to go to the staples- we stick to our normal west-side locales. and, we're homebodies. the other week, a friend was over and at 11:00-ish, he decided it was a good time to meet up with some friends in tremont. i had been asleep on the couch for a good 1.5 hours by then. maybe if husband didn't have to work on saturdays and wake us both up at 5am things would be a little different. maybe. tonight we have big plans with our parents and some friends, and the neighbors (parents', not ours. i told you before we're the black sheep of the neighborhood), are going to see a band play at a little bar in north olmsted. ok, so its still the west side, but i am secretly giddy about doing something out of the ordinary at least. i'm planning on consuming lots of bud light and dancing ridiculously to middle-aged men rocking out to "hang on sloopy" (don't judge).

alright... i'm getting sleepy again... maisie was the most extreme version of herself yesterday- she was absolutely a complete puppy-nutcase. i've never seen her that hyper before, actually, i've never seen her awake for that long. husband chose to buy her two of the ugliest toys in the pet store last night. of course she loved them. one is a red tube thing that has a black tail on one end with a squeaker in it. i'm thinking its used to train hunting dogs to kill coons. the other is a squeaky moose- it's lime green with obnoxiously painted antlers- in a diarrhea/orange color. hideous. and maisie went nuts. i'm plotting how to throw away the toys without husband or dog noticing but so far i'm not coming up with a thing. i might just hide one under the couch (strategically, so i can implicate maisie if husband ever finds it). anyway... she has been sleeping on me this morning for a good three hours at least, after sleeping all night. poor hyper puppy... i think she totally wore her self out (at least, i hope. last night was intense!). she's doing the dog-dreaming thing now- twitching, eyes fluttering, little snorts. i almost want to wake her because she's just too cute right now. i'm getting sleepy too... i think it's time to make some coffee and then get started on cleaning this house... it's a trainwreck every saturday.