OMG. Just the pressure of setting up this blog and naming it almost kept me from starting. The questions they ask you. "What is the name of your blog" Name it? Quit pressuring me! I don't even know what I am doing here. I tried to use "Frog Bog Blog" but apparently someone else in the universe sat on their lazy boomba as I just did and all ready thought of that?
I am here to write maybe everyday hopefully without the cringe-y feeling of committing to it. You know, like having others read it and judge it. Everyone is blogging. I am late to this party I know. Like really late. So late that they all ready cleaned up and turned the room into tomorrow's bingo room late. But regardless here I am. It's a new year and I am committed to the page. La Pagina.
We live in a new neighborhood. Mar Vista. I just took Bishop for a stroll. The sun blasted his face until his eyes closed, and while I intended to walk far and arduously during his nap (exercise is another promise I am trying to keep) I only went around the block. There was tons of action though. There were some cops knocking on a sketchy R.V. that was camped in front of a school. Awesome. More reassurance for sending my kids to public schools on public streets. I saw my recently unemployed neighbor and managed to make some weird crack about his dog "finally looking happy." I didn't mean to insult the pooch. I guess I meant to say that I was glad he wasn't growling at me again.
In the the one day I have been walking I am reminded that as a form of exercise walking in the city is in no way relaxing or enjoyable at all. Every second I am out walking I am wishing I were home watching the "Real Housewives of Bev Hills." And the sun bares down so forcefully here. I feel like there is nothing between me and that fiery ball in the sky. I can actually feel myself getting skin cancer. I never remember sunscreen or sun hat. What mother has the luxury to remember things for herself? And I always wear the wrong clothes. Either too much, too little, too food encrusted. It makes me just want to go home and shop online. Actually everything makes me want to go home and shop online.
Also, I am sensitive to all the people I pass. I am compelled, by order of midwestern creed, to make eye contact and smile to everyone I pass. I really don't want to do it, but I can't help it. I look in every direction, left, right, up, down, anywhere I can until I am just about to pass the person and then I jerk my neck looking them straight in the eye and smile. I hate it. And they hate it too if they are normal. If they are crazy they begin dialogue.....maybe they comment on the danger of the sun being in my child's face.....
"Yeah I know, he did have a hat on but he tossed it somewhere on this annoying walk I am taking..I would back track and look for it, but there is a hill on the return and now I must take a short cut to avoid it. So adios sombrero...you know what I mean, giggity giggity."
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