Go Dog, Go!

I am always haulin' my ass all over the place.

That's why I have a bangin sound system in my car and an ipod with almost 3,000 songs. The pod is my constant companion when I travel; it's my interim boyfriend. We've already logged several thousand miles together during our short, six month courtship.

I don't know why I can't sit still. I must have an extreme case of the FOMS -- Fear of Missing Something. Even as I write this, I am wondering what kind of fabulous time I could be having if I just went outside of my apartment.

Three weekends ago, it was an improptu trip to Vegas. That Sunday I drove from Vegas to San Diego to LA in one day. That's 452 miles. (Can't miss my nephew's fourth birthday party!)

I usually drive to San Diego every other weekend to visit my brother and his family and my best friend. Theirs are my homes away from home.

Last weekend, I flew to my other home, Cape Cod, to surprise my friend for her bachelorette party. (See Sexyback blurb below).

During the week I play kick ball (Go Cougars!), flag football (Go Blue Biscuits!) and field hockey (Go Shammies!).

And, a girl's gotta get to the gym once in a while... I do spend f'n $84 per month for that bullshit membership.

Next weekend I go to Santa Barbara for a wedding. The weekend after that, I have a 5 mile road race. After that, I go to San Diego and after that I go to Massachusetts again for two weekends to be in a wedding. I am booked until the middle of October. Then it's just a sleigh ride into Halloween. Dammit!

I do it to myself. I make friends with people who are geographically undesirable. I love them too much to let them go undisturbed by my presence. So, with interim boyfriend in tote, I go to them.

But, this weekend... nothing. This weekend, I press "pause." I am holding the fuck still. With the car keys and ipod tucked away on the shelf, I will sit in a reclined position on my couch and watch my coveted, yes-I-work-for-a-cable-company-and-have-every-channel Digital Cable until I fester. BET Top 25 Countdown, The Simpsons, South Park, hee hee, Project Runway, Weeds, Nip Tuck, John Stewart, whatever marathon E! puts together, maybe a little Wayne's World -- I'm watching it all.

I know my tv and my ipod are rivals. They love me and are insanely jealous of each other. They cannot seem co-exist; it's exhausting. I feel the tension from the tv when I walk out the door of my apartment. I see the dirty looks the pod gives me when I reach to turn it off as we pull into the garage. But, they'll have to learn to get along because I love them both the same.