Hi – um, fast food worker? When you loaded the napkins in the dispenser, the half flap side is supposed to be facing out, you know, so that people who need napkins can actually pull them out without having to rip them apart. And while we are on the subject, if you stuff them that full, pressure and friction will cause them to be torn beyond useful when they are extricated. Just thought you’d like to know.

I was almost late for work this morning.

I didn’t leave the house overly late, although I was out the door a minute or two later than usual; since I had built in between five and seven minutes of cushion to allow for heavy or different traffic patterns, I still had plenty of time.

I ended up behind an old yellow pickup that was following a backhoe. I figured he was running traffic safety for the backhoe, but I couldn’t go around them because of heavy traffic in the left lane. The yellow truck turned south when I did, and I thought, “My cushion is taking a beating this morning!” He moved into the left lane, where I needed to be to make the next turn, and he was moving slowly enough to cause back up, but fast enough that I wouldn’t be able to pass him before my turn. I went around him anyway, thinking I could just take the next street south to make my punch-in time.

God works in funny ways sometimes.

As I pulled into the turn lane for the next street, a soaking wet female German Shepherd walked in front of my vehicle. She had the last two feet of a cloth tie out attached to her collar, and there was a gentleman and his wife trying to convince her to get out of the street. I stopped, put on my hazards, and did my dog-whisperer thing. She came over to me, I held onto her tie out, and the gentleman read off the phone number on her tag. The lady who answered was not awake when I called. She had no idea her baby was out running around loose. The gentleman and his wife offered to hold the dog at the corner, since they lived right there; they figured I was probably headed for work. I thanked them, got back in, and continued on. Clocked in on time, too.

If I had been patient like I have been trying to do lately, I would not have been there to help the dog.

God works in funny ways sometimes, using you in ways you don’t realize.

I hope God uses you today for someone else’s needs.

Went to Panda Express tonight to grab dinner on the way home.

Every employee in the store was of Mexican descent. How do I know it’s authentic Chinese food?

I live in an area known nationally as ranking at the top of red light fatalities – that is, some idiot runs a red light and creams an innocent motorist who is lawfully entering the intersection.

The city’s solution? Lengthen the all-red time. Think about it for a minute – there is more time where the lights are all red, which means the RLR can speed through with less chance of an accident. This doesn’t reduce the incidents, it increases the number of RLRs!

My suggestion? Reduce the all-red time to zero. That’s right, as soon as one direction turns red, the other direction turns green. The smart motorist, knowing this, will pause before entering the intersection on the green light, the RLR will eventually, by natural selection, be removed from the gene pool. Yes, this may involve an innocent motorist, but I believe that the greater good will be served by eliminating the chance for the RLR to be successful.

Since this makes sense, it will never be implemented by the city, as the ones who run the city do so without the benefit of common sense. Or so it seems.

Logan is now 31 ½ pounds. He’s going to be big. He’s only five months old. With his leg problems, he lays near the water dish and whines until someone pets him, then he drinks a lot of water and then whines until someone takes him outside so he can piddle.

The Most Beautiful Woman in the World is even more amazing. When the little guy needs to do more then piddle, she will help support his hind end so he doesn’t end up sitting in it. Let’s hear it for her, folks – you just don’t see that kind of love and devotion every day!

Anyway – I am concerned, because if this turns out to be some massively expensive operation that he needs, I don’t have the resources right now. If it turns out to be a viral thing, and drugs can knock it out, great. But I am, by nature, a bit of a worrier.

Pardon me while I go and cuddle with him before I have to run off and do more “life” things…