California Here I Come
Right back where I started from. . .
Yes, I’m starting another post by singing (and no, the title of this post has nothing to do with the O.C. because I’m old enough to know the original song, which I learned from Mrs. Breault in fifth grade). Sigh. I’m sorry. The songs are going to keep on coming.
But, I have good reason. I’m off to California! And as you can see, all my bags are packed. I’m ready to go! (Nothing against Peter, Paul and Mary, but that song is so depressing, don’t you think? But I digress.)
And yes, the dog is coming. Wish me luck with that. His grandmother is more excited about his trip than I am. But she’s not schlepping him 3,000 miles. Although she has travelled with him, so she gets it. She also predicts that he’s going to charm the pants off of everybody at JFK with the angelic behavior he uses to fool everybody into thinking he’s actually a good dog. (He knows that I know it’s all an act.)
I’ll blog from my mom’s house and I definitely promise to post regular updates on RWA Nationals. (*Waves* to those of you I’m about to meet!) Super Shuttle is on its way, so I’d better say ciao for now and go put some flowers in my hair.
P.S. If I missed any good song reference opportunities in this post, chime in and let me know! Unless you’re thinking of Beach Boys songs. I don’t need those going through my head at 4 a.m.
Posted in California Dreamin'
July 17th, 2008 at 11:37 am
I think The Mamas and the Papas sang “all the leaves are brown” not Peter Paul and Mary. Great song, by the way.
And…YEAH!!!! I can’t wait for you to get here! You’d better call me and come by to see my new place. When do you get here?
July 17th, 2008 at 11:02 pm
Sorry for the commenting thing everybody. I turned off the approval thing ages ago but WordPress doesn’t always do what I say. I’m working on it so it should be easier to comment from now on.
The Mamas and the Papas sang California Dreamin’ but Peter, Paul and Mary sang Leaving on a Jet Plane, which is the song I was talking about (All my bags are packed. . .). Click on the link and you’ll see what I mean. Sorry it wasn’t clear!
Just got home a few minutes ago after a not so easy flight (3 hrs. on runway).
Karen, I will absolutely come visit you! Can’t wait! Thanks for checking my blog!
July 18th, 2008 at 1:03 pm
He looks a bit impatient in that photo!
Much easier getting a dog in a bag than a cat.
July 18th, 2008 at 1:52 pm
I let him keep his head out of the bag for the flight. But when it was time to get him off the plane I had to zip him all the way in. It took two adults to get the head of a twenty pound dog into the carrier. I didn’t realize he was so strong!
July 20th, 2008 at 9:52 pm
It’s always the smaller dogs that fight the hardest. Had one growing up, about the same size as yours, and he was more than a hand full.
Oh and the songs, here’s one for you, and it’s an oldie to boot. “San Francisco (be sure to wear flowers in your hair)” sung by Scott McKenzie. There’s nothing like having that song come on the radio while you’re driving to the airport on your way to SF. Been there, done that twice.