Went to the dog park today with one of my good friends. She will remain annonymous, because the story is kind of embarassing. One thing I gotta say about the dog park at hoyt lake (yea it's a soccer field, but there are more dogs there than soccer players) is that I love to watch the dynamics of the dogs and the owners. There is always an alfa, both among the people and the dogs. The dogs form packs and run and run and run. Unfortunately, my friends dog was drinking from nasty puddles. On the way home my friend was driving and I was in the passenger seat. The dog was in the back. This dog is like the size of a small horse. So we are just driving away and talking when out of no where the dog vomits all over me. It was everywhere and it soaked right through my jeans and underwear. She stops the car in the middle of the street blocking someones driveway. Of course someone happened to be leaving at that very moment, and saw me standing outside with puke all over my side. It was quite the spectacle, with my friend freaking out and me just laughing because what else was there to do? Needless to say, when I got home I stripped naked and hit the shower. Even when I got out after like 20 minutes I still felt like there was puke residue all over. Now I have to go to laundrymat. Maybe I'll go to Elmwood and Auburn. I never go to that one cause I always get annoyed there with their side loading washing machines. The top loaders are always taken.

Today I was sitting on the bench in front of Spot with my friend Justin. As we were enjoying our coffee this guy comes and asks to sit on the bench with us. He was wearing a hat with a bald eagle and the US flag. As he takes a seat he says, "Man, that girl in there has big titties." Immediately I felt uncomfortable. Justin decides to strike up a conversation with him. Then he tells us that he hasn't seen titties in so long because just got out of prison after being there for 6 months. Justin asks him what he was in for and he replies, "Oh I would rather not talk about that." I said, "Well you were the one that brought it up." Anyways, he continues to talk about titties. Finally, I said "Look, we don't like titties." He said, "oh, I kind of figured." Justin turns to me and asks if we can go and that was the end of that. Although this man was a teensy bit crazy, why do some guys feel the need to talk about titties to strangers as if they were speaking about the weather?

Today I was at Hoyt Lake and counted 60 dead fish in the water. Those were only the ones that I saw on the surface. There were some signs of life. I saw lots of little fish, but all the fish that were dead appeared to be about 5-6 inches on avg. Heard several fish jumping out of water. Is that because they are happy, hungry, suffocating or having seizures?

Besides the deaths, the park was beautiful as always. Frederick Olmstead is a.o.k in my book.

Would love to hear people's theories regarding the dead fish.

Sacrificial Lamb of God taste good!



My dad made this tasty lamb for Easter dinner. When I walked into his house, I said it smells like Grandma's because she is the only one i know who cooks lamb.

Lamb of God, who take away the sins of the world, spare us, O Lord!.
Lamb of God, who take away the sins of the world, graciously hear us, O Lord!.
Lamb of God, who take away the sins of the world, have mercy on us.

Ok I swear never to talk about lambs again!

Clarice Starling: I heard a strange noise.
Hannibal Lecter: What was it?
Clarice Starling: It was... screaming. Some kind of screaming, like a child's voice.
Hannibal Lecter: What did you do?
Clarice Starling: I went downstairs, outside. I crept up into the barn. I was so scared to look inside, but I had to.
Hannibal Lecter: And what did you see, Clarice? What did you see?
Clarice Starling: Lambs. The lambs were screaming.
Hannibal Lecter: They were slaughtering the spring lambs?
Clarice Starling: And they were screaming.
Hannibal Lecter: And you ran away?
Clarice Starling: No. First I tried to free them. I... I opened the gate to their pen, but they wouldn't run. They just stood there, confused. They wouldn't run.
Hannibal Lecter: But you could and you did, didn't you?
Clarice Starling: Yes. I took one lamb, and I ran away as fast as I could.
Hannibal Lecter: Where were you going, Clarice?
Clarice Starling: I don't know. I didn't have any food, any water and it was very cold, very cold. I thought, I thought if I could save just one, but... he was so heavy. So heavy. I didn't get more than a few miles when the sheriff's car picked me up. The rancher was so angry he sent me to live at the Lutheran orphanage in Bozeman. I never saw the ranch again.
Hannibal Lecter: What became of your lamb, Clarice?
Clarice Starling: They killed him.



Happy Easter! Enjoy your lambs



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