Misfire and a Hot Dog

So I feel a little off kilter today. I am not crazy about what I am wearing and I had a weird dream about an ex-boyfriend (not the Wiener Mobile one, the one after that one and actually it could have been a REALLY good dream...if you catch my drift, *wink, wink, nod, nod, nudge, nudge*). Anyway, I just feel like I missed the mark starting the day. Do you know what I mean? I am not completely out of it but enough to really wonder what made me wear what I put on today.

Anyway, since some of seemed very entertained with the fact that I dated a guy that drove a Wiener Mobile...

Scarily enough all I had to do was search for his name and this popped up. REMEMBER...I DID NOT DATE HIM AT THIS TIME. This was a couple years after we broke up. He also interned at Disney World and my brother ran into him there at that time. This is how he knew that we still lived in the same place and drove his sexy ride to our home when he was working this particular internship. I also figured that since another blogger was posting phallic symbols disguised as friendly child-friendly objects, I'd jump on the band wagon.

Where Skies Are So Blue...

First. Thank you for the well wishes! I am doing much better today! I think that crazy Nor'easter had something to do with it as well as all that prep stress from Mother's Day.

Anyway, I was catching up at the office so I didn't have a ton of time to post today. BUT! On the way to home to let G-dog out for lunch, our wonderful radio station (WMMR) played a live in station version of "Sweet Home Alabama" from when Lynyrd Skynyrd was in the studio in 1993. It was the best version I have ever heard (and I have heard a few). It was about 70 degrees outside, blue, blue sky and a few thin clouds floating by. It was one of those drive times that you wish was taking you into the weekend.

Since it wasn't taking me to the weekend, it took me back to my North Carolina days and how I was a fake redneck for a summer when I dated a guy from East Carolina University. We went four-wheelin, yard-salin' and swam in people's man made ponds in inner tubes from tractors (fish tend to bite your butt when you are sitting in those by the way). I wore cut off camo pants often. My boyfriend's best friend referred to me as "Yankee" and asked me about yarmulkes because for some reason he thought they were associated with Catholics. Yes, it was a stretch for this prep from the northeast but I did have a good time that summer. It was like living in the song "Sweet Home Alabama."

Oh, I got rid of the guy when he decided planning a keg party with his friend was more important than talking to me on the phone. Priorities, people. Also, as an internship one summer (after we broke up) he drove the Oscar Wiener mobile...
to my home...
in Pennsylvania...
while we were on vacation.