Rainbows and casinos and turtles and stuff

It's been an odd weekend. I find that being an introvert and having ADD sucks! You do not want to go out but your brain is so antsy that it's go out or implode. Relaxing at home never can last all day for me unless the weather is so hideous that I cannot go outside somewhere. It's aggravating. I envy all you who can happily hang out on the couch all day or just enjoy a nice day putzing around the house. I mean...I can nap with the best of them but that only works for so long until you are having nightmares about kittens and waking up with a splitting headache.

So I went out to the casino yesterday to ease my brain spasms. I should have known when I pulled into the parking lot it was going to be weird. Right off the bat there was a guy in the parking lot with an AR-15 slung over his shoulder. Now...I am thinking that anywhere that allows both automatic weapons and alcohol cannot be a good place for me but I went in anyway. I found myself a cute Goldilocks and the Three Bears machine and sat down to make my contribution to the tribe. Right off the bat the band started playing "Eastbound and Down" from Smokey and the Bandit and not playing it all that well either. I thought...oh lord deliver me. Then I won 666 credits on a bonus and I thought well this can't be good. The machine amused for awhile and I made my usual contribution and thought I am stopping at that Dairy Queen on the way home and getting me an Oreo Blizzard. Despite the bizarre angle of the drive thru I managed to get my ice cream. Then I get an e-mail telling me my statement was in on one of my credit cards but that is not the last four digits of that particular card. I managed to eat my ice cream despite the growing fear of identity theft drama and when I got home I found out all is well. They just upgraded to me one of those chip cards which they have not mailed to me or informed me about...thanks for the mini heart attack.

Today was less antsy than yesterday for some reason. I went out for drive this afternoon with my trusty camera and took a lot of pictures. I saw all sorts of critters that I did not get pictures of despite my best efforts and a few that did pose for me. I had a gopher try to commit suicide right in front of my bumper but I missed him thank God. I saw a Bambi, a raccoon, a turkey, plenty of turkey buzzards, birds of all kind, dogs, cows, horses, goats and turtles. I saw one poor turtle who had just been clipped by a car. He was pissed...when I slowed down he spun around and hissed at me. I apologized for the idiot human who clipped him and drove on feeling horrible that he will die a painful death but that there was nothing I could do about it. PEOPLE...DO NOT HIT TURTLES!!!  It's vicious and cruel.

I was still feeling all sad about the turtle when I turned left on a road and there was the most beautiful rainbow and that made it a little better. I texted a friend in Colorado about the rainbow and low and behold they had one two. It seems so amazing to me to have rainbows 600 and some miles apart. It's got to be a sign of something.

Sometimes it's a pain in the ass not ending a sentence in a preposition...oh look a chicken!

Owen would like to register another complaint. Not only has mother picked him twice this weekend and petted him and kissed him and made sissy cooing noises at him but she also has a new name for him that he resents. Mother picked him up the other day and out of blue called him a chunky monkey. Now that is the sort of unfortunate nickname that can follow a poor poodle for the rest of his days. Just ask Fiona, boo-boo butt, or Lester, the drunken sailor boy or any of mother's other animals who have had the unpleasant experience of having a hideous nickname. Please make it stop. (It's a good thing he never met Cleopatra coming up the Nile on her own built-in barge)