Thank goodness you are safe my lovely daughter!

Oh Mother...


My Mother is truly one of a kind. For example, I just told her about my near death experience this past weekend.

I was on the way to the drive-in movies with my man and the front gate attendant told us we had a flat tire.

So we did an about face and decided to get it fixed asap and exited the theatre. As we left dozens of cars were racing out of the lot and we could not figure out why.

As we fixed the tire at the nearby gas station we saw tons of cop cars and a police helicopter surrounding the drive in! Sirens on, lights a blaze and they were holding all vehicles.

There was a shooting at the Drive IN!!!! Talk about lost innocence. We narrowly missed driving straight into the line of fire.

So, I told my Mother all this...and her immediate response is:

"It was a stupid movie anyway. Wasn't funny at all."

My new obsession:

Ultime. I am in love with this horse. My man's parents own horses and they so graciously allow me to ride as often as I would like.  It brings me total and utter happiness. From the moment we step on to the ranch grounds I am like a four year old in the parking lot of Toys R Us.  Ultime has figured out that I am not as Alpha as she is. She likes to stroll and take total advantage of the amateur rider that I am. (Although I must make an admission here.....the owner of the ranch says "Karla, you have a great seat".  Not really the first time I have heard that. wink wink honk honk.)  I am determined to become an awesome rider. I want to ride like I lived on horse my whole life. Sorta how I dance. It is my mission. Mark my words my friends....I will ride and ride well.
Please disregard the geeky helmet. I know, I look like Marvin the Martian. Hush.

Blog Envy.

Hey world...

So I am feeling some blog envy. Is that awful to admit? I see all these interesting people blogging all over the web.

Everyone I know insists i look at their friends blog and their cousins blog etc etc. Every word is so witty, the observations so clever, the poems are beautiful and the people all wear Wayfarers. How predictable.

I don't wear Wayfarers. I wear Aviators. Yeah, I liked Top Gun. Sure, you can call me Maverick.

How do I make my entries interesting too? How do I brood via the keyboard? How do I try and connect with an audience without writing haikus?

Well, I will fully admit that in the future I will talk about pop culture- yes cheesy stuff. I will chat about dumb reality tv.

I will also mention a few little diddies about my shallow existence in Los Angeles.

I probably won't quote some romantic late 1800's romance novel that I truly cant seem to get past page 12 on.(Wuthering Heights)

I would love to post adorable pics of myself wearing really hipster outfits in front of a spray painted brick wall downtown.

But I don't have a brooding photographer boyfriend. crap.

Guess I am stuck....being me. Writing as I do. Mostly nonsense but nonsense that I enjoy. Nonsense that makes me laugh.

DRAT!

I have been looking forward to a hike all by my lonesome all day today. All I wanted was to exercise and be one with nature and my IPOD.   Finally the sun is setting and the weather is cooler so I make the time this evening to hike, alone. Lately I have gone with other people which is always nice but I was really really in the mood to jam to a little Journey, MJ and Gypsy Kings- alone.
I arrive to the parking lot and guess what? MY IPOD WAS DEAD. deceased . a goner. well not really.....just had no battery.  But boy was I annoyed.
I know it sounds silly and I should've just trudged up that mountain and listened to the sounds of the wind and creatures rustling in the bushes but I couldn't do it. I had to turn around and go home to charge my freaking ipod. As if it was my lifeline. I don't even use it like some people do but because my heart was set on running with it I had to have it. NO time to go off course from the plan. No room for a detour. I had to do what I set out to do. Now I am home charging it...and I am sure when its charged I will be way too lazy to actually exercise. arghhhhhh