I wish I had discovered hooded sweatshirts earlier in life.

I wish I were in better shape.

I wish my dog would stop farting.

I wish making friends was as easy as making mistakes.

This is one of my favorite YouTube videos right now and I don't know why I keep watching it.  Each time it makes me jealous and angry and bitter and depressed and inspired all at the same. time.  Jealous obviously because he's able to make a living doing this.  Angry because this isn't me.  Bitter because it realistically never will be.  Depressed = re-read the previous sentence.  Inspired because it's an awesome idea that has really turned into something bigger than was probably ever expected.

Things I can do right now to change my jealous-angry-bitter-depressed-inspired position:

• Win the lottery (although I don't play it so that's probably not the best option).
• Become a groupie (although I don't think he wants one of those). 
• Take a shower and get out of the house because dwelling on this isn't helping much.

There you have it.  Inspirational blog post of the day!

Interesting date isn't it?  Some people are saying how today will be a "lucky day" and how good things are supposed to happen - momentous things.  For me today is the first day my dog doesn't have a tumor in her chest.  That is definitely a good day by my definition.  On Wednesday, a lump in her chest was determined to be a mast cell tumor which according to my vet needed to come out as soon as possible.  I said, how about tomorrow morning!  Tomorrow morning I took her for our last morning walk carrying that damn tumor in her chest and then dropped her off for an emotional even for both of us.  I got her home last night night after a surgery which the vet said went well.  The tissue mass gets sent to a pathology lab in Denver over the weekend and Monday I should find out if they got all of the cancerous cells out or not.  My thoughts on that matter can be summed by with the mantra, Oh please oh please oh please oh please..., (etc.).  So after a very rough night with a very unhappy doggie, she is now napping and I'm trying to take full breaths.  Cancer sure does suck.

Throat lined with sandpaper although I don't recall eating any recently.
Tonsils the size (approximately) of ripe cantaloupes.
Eyes burning.
Head hurting.
Whining mode fully functional.