Its not like I noticed or anything, but no one else at the resort last weekend had tan lines. I brought my camera to take a pic of myself for the Arty Nude of the Week, but Sandra didn't like the idea, so I relented. One day however, I will be the Arty Nude of the Week.
Sandra and I had a good time this last weekend celebrating our 5th wedding anniversary, which was on Sunday. We "dated" for two years (almost to the day) prior, so we've been an item for 7 years. She's a good gal and I don't regret it for a second. We headed out of town after she got off work on Friday. I drove a bit faster on I-5 than I usually do and we got to PS after midnight. It was as windy as I've ever seen it anywhere. The wind didn't blow me over, but I had to catch my step a couple of times and Chico's bowl blew right out of the back of Sandra's car. We stayed at the Motel 6 just off the freeway, where the wind always blows. Saturday it was still windy but we made the quick drive to the resort. The temp got up into the mid 80's and though it was windy it was still nice enough to swim and sunbathe a natural. I got in the pool for about 15 minutes and managed to turn my chest and fat belly pink. Mind you, not a burn on the privates, but still. Sandra has warned me that it was going to be cold on Sunday and she was exactly correct. We got up Sunday to find it in the 60's, cold, sprinkling and windy. We braved it for a while but retreated to the room for a nap and to wait out the weather. After the nap the sun came out so we sat out for a while. I still mostly sat in the shade while Sandra sat out in the sun. One of the hot tubs has a roof over it so I was able to sit in the tub and not burn. We ate at the on site eatery twice and I'll admit to never eating without clothing before. There was a gal who was just facinated with my tattoo of Josh. Monday came and after Sandra sat out for a bit it was time to leave. We started to miss Chico The Dog so we wanted to get home and pick him up and pet him. The trip home was uneventful. I was cruising on I-5 about 80 or so and a guy in a Ford Ranger pickup came up behind me doing about 90 or so. I pulled over to let him pass, after all the #1 rule of driving is to never be the fastest car on the freeway. Well, the guy in the Ranger was the fastest guy on the freeway and he got a "Welcome to Merced County" notice from the CHP. Right after the guy passed me, in fact before I got back into the fast lane, we approached an over pass and when the Ranger drove under it the CHP roared out of the median bushes and the Ranger just pulled over and took what he had coming to him. The dog sitter came home about 9:30 and we went over to get the dog. He was happy to see us and jumped all over Sandra. The sitter said he was a very good dog and they liked having him. He stressed for about half of the first day and it was all good after that. They must have wore him out because when we got home he jumped on the bed and that was it for him. We did see a skunk in the complex on the way home and I was sure glad I had him leashed. That would have not been a day brightener getting sprayed by a skunk.
I'm really stoked up about going to Palm Springs with Sandra this weekend. Sunday is our 5th wedding annniversary and that's a good thing. Sadly for Chico the Dog, he's not going with us to the resort. Sandra found a dog sitter in the condo complex up by the swimming pool. When I get up and let Chico in the house, he knows we're going to work. He's all amped up about it and he runs outside and makes his way to the Beetle, after peeing and pooping first. I'm going to trick him today when I get him out of the backyard and leash him up. We're going to the sitter's house and once he figures out we're not going to work and he's getting left behind, he's going to be one unhappy dog. I've seen the sitter walking the dogs around the complex and she seems to take good care of them. She said she lets the dogs sleep on the bed. Chico needs to get over his separation anxiety and get used to being left at the sitter's place, or the kennel. Still, I'm bummed a bit about leaving him behind and tricking him into it. I guess I really am a soft touch for Chico The Dog.
I've called the lotto a tax on the stupid, but yet I throw my 5 or 10 dollars into the pot. I get that much daydreaming enjoyment out of it, so its worth it for me. Two days ago I checked my 5 quick pics and won $133! Whoo hoo! I gave Sandra half of it and put gas in the Beetle with the rest of it. Its funny, or sad I guess, but the lotto was sold to us in California as a way to fund the schools. It came to a vote right before I turned 18, so I didn't get a chance to vote on it. I would have voted "no" on it, because I don't think the government should be in the gambling business. It was the cure all for the schools, but all I've heard over the last 31 years of my voting life is how broke the schools are and they need more money. Wasn't the lotto fixing that? Hmmmmm.
Anyway, I've got a plan if I ever win the big one. I'm going to spend some of it but start my own self funded charity. And, I plan on giving the money away once my peeps are taken care of. The charity will buy the RV I want and Sandra and I will travel the country looking for needs to fill. Little League get stolen from? Here's a check. School band needs travel money to go to an event? Here's a check. I like the idea of that kind of direct charity. Of course the FFRF, AU, and ACLU will get a hefty check each year. See, the more you keep the more the government takes when you die. First they tax it when you get it and they tax it again when you die. So, if its all in a charity, they don't get their grubby paws on it twice. That's really the gist of it, not letting the government get their paws on it twice. And, being a nice guy.
Oh, and everytime I get a losing ticket, I say "our schools win too." They're tired of hearing that at the gas station I buy my tickets and sundries at.
A man was lying in bed with his new girlfriend. After having great sex ... She spent the next hour just rubbing his testicles ... Something she just loved to do. As he was enjoying it, he turned and asked her, "Why do you love doing that?" Because ... She Replied ... "I Really Miss Mine"
Now, I'm not proclaiming to cheat on Sandra or anything, but I do wonder if a man made vagina feels different than a nature made one. Call me crazy or call me a sicko, but these are the things I think about during my 2.5 hours in the car to work and back each day.
Here's a link to Field of Schemes about the 49ers stadium vote in the city of Santa Clara. I've been hearing pro J ads on the San Jose radio station that Nikki Sixx is on. Roger Noll is one smart cookie and the people of Santa Clara should really be paying attention to him and not the shills that are selling the 49er stadium. I hope it fails so the team can move to LA, but I think its going to pass. What a shame.
This blog is for me (Joe) to keep in contact with my friends and family who I don't see too much of because I work nights. If you're wandering by checking out the blog from the Internet, well, you're welcome too, I'm 50 years old and live in California. I'm married with two bonus daughters and three grandchildren. I write about sports, scooters, vacations in the RV, my atheism, funny pictures, and pretty much anything else I can think of. I welcome all opposing views as long as you can keep it civil, my mom does come by on occasion. And, as always, the true focus of my life is my marriage to Sandra and fulfilling The Plan. Though the blog is in the top 5.