CowPuppy Ranch Cats and dogs living together

As you can probably tell by now, the weather here has been crappy all week. Rainy, overcast, cold. This kind of weather makes me pretty tired and just sad in general. And when I feel like shit, I like to listen to music that makes me feel even sadder. One of my favorite songs to listen to when the weather is bad is this great breakup song by Moxy Fruvous called Fly. Makes me want to cry every time I listen to it. Some of my other favorite songs of theirs (that are much peppier) are Michigan Militia, The Drinking Song, My Baby Loves a Bunch of Authors, The King of Spain, and their version of Psycho Killer.

When it is weathering out and the sun is noticeably absent, I also like to listen to two albums I picked up in England when I was working there: The Best Album In The World…Ever! and The Best Album In The World 1996 . Each came with two CDs packed full of British Pop that is great for foggy/rainy/snowy weather. Sadly, those CDs seem to be missing from my collection now. I wonder what happened to them.

Every morning while I’m walking, I run into this guy in his mid sixties, blue windbreaker and baseball cap. He drives up in his dirty old Mazda MPV, takes out some garbage bags, and wanders into the complexes to steal all the returnable bottles from the recycling bins (and yes, this is illegal in most towns).

And every day I see him, I wonder what the right thing to do is? Let this guy continue to steal and make our recycling rates go up (someone has to pay for the recycling trucks to come by and empty the containers while they make less and less money on what they are picking up), or do I report him?

I usually just smile and say good morning. I think the police have better things to do than to stop a recycling thief (like pull me over for a busticated headlight. ;-)

Since I was freezing from standing outside (my new FMBs are not warm) I decided to walk over to the Four Seasons hotel bar. Always something intriguing about hotel bars. I don't think this one will be as much fun as the hotel bar in Dallas. Mostly couples.

Two older guys alone that are flanking each end of the bar. To my right is Mr. Black Suit, shaved meat head guy with the small glasses and the blackberry. Glass of red wine, eating dessert now.

To my left is country club man in his kahkis, striped oxford and dark blue sweater. Glass of white wine next to his IBM Think Pad.

Me in the center. Leather boots, fitted black pants. White button-up shirt with a v-neck black sweater. Black leather jacket and gloves. Using my iPhone and drinking a Lotus–Grey Goose, Lychee Juice, Fresh Mint, Sparkling Blueberry Juice.