Today I will get my work done and I will swim. I will not pop a video in until I have gotten a healthy dose of pure exercise. And I will not just float around the pool when the waves are on. I will stretch and jog in place. I will do laps while avoiding petulant little kids who blame you for getting in their way. I will let my daughter stay longer than I actually want to stay. I will be oblivious to all the hardbodies there flashing their little bellybuttons and letting their suit ride up so we can all get a good view of their ass. I will not so much as look at the chiseled, slick men as they gracefully glide through the water. I will swim against the small current in order to give my arms a good workout. I will do flips and handstands and I will teach my daughter to do them too. And most of all, I will remember, this time, to put my bloody sun deflectors up in my car because it get bloody hot in there.

Love love loved Pirates of the Caribbean. Love the ride so much - it was great to see all the little homages to it in the film. The kid and I went to see it Wednesday night. It was pretty cool because PotC was one of the first films I started to follow when I started my movie site and I'd report on the progress here and there, read up on it whenever it got a mention on other film sites etc. And then to see the final product and to have it exceed my expectations was really kind of awesome. It's my fondest wish to someday get a chance to hang out on a movie set and just watch. Ahhh bliss.

Anyway, day at home tomorrow... I think I really love doing that on Fridays then I sort of get a 3 day weekend every week :) I know I still have to work, but there's something about not having to dress up and go *in* to the office that makes it fun. I get so much more done as well since I don't have to answer the phone.

What else is happening... Oh yes, Kelly made it back from london okay. A bit of a cockup with the cat in LA, but she got it sorted by pulling the pitiful crying girl routine :) She is so resourceful. And damn lucky the beeyotch. She will eventually end up in a nice little place called the Carriage House in Pacific Grove near the Seven Gables Inn (gorgeous big yellow B&B right on Lighthouse Avenue that has appeared in a Visa advert). She'll be one block from the beach, and from Lover's Point. Cheap (for Pacific Grove and near-beachfront property) rent and all utilities paid. She got her job back at Pebble Beach, Spanish Bay Inn so yay more celebrity gossip for me :) and our friends who own a couple of car dealerships are loaning her a car until she gets back on her feet. I don't think she could have asked for a better way to start all over again - was certainly easier than the few times I've had to start all over, the wench. But I'm not hating. No no.. Just a little wistful I do miss foggy old Monterey sometimes. and my Meechie. I haven't talked to him in a while, should give him a call...

Ahhh well... it's getting late and I should really ummm.. yeah. I'm off now.

So I've got a vague story idea I'm kind of excited about. The only problem is that the more I think about it, the more I begin to talk myself out of writing it. Things like 'No one's going to be interested in that' and 'who the hell cares about that?' dance through my head. Gotta love that self-doubt before I actually write the story. Well.. if anyone cares, the story idea is on my Evolve blog. Leave me a comment or something if you think it's something you'd ever check out.

Anyway... So it's July. Hottest fecking month of the year apart from August. I'm not one of those that exactly love the heat either so you can iomagine what torture Nebraska summers are for me. I scurry from one air-conditioned place to another as quick as I can, and spend as little time as possible outside. The only respite I find outside is when we hit the pool. It's not so much the heat as it is the humidity, which is a killer.

I try to find positive things about living in Nebraska, I really do. I'm stuck here for who knows how long for various reasons, so I want to try to find a way to be happy here but this place does not make it easy. Let's see... I love my job and the people there. I like swimming at the Waterpark.

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I honestly can't think of anything else. We have "cultural" things. We have an Ethnic Festival (outdoors, in July, the aforementioned hottest month of the year) in which a bunch of hispanic people cook hispanic food and some old people don leiderhosen and kilts and do a native dance of some kind. And we have Art in the Park where mediocre artists gather to show off their watercolours of flowers and butterflies. It's not as bad as all that but again, it's in feckin' July. WHY??

There's a museum here all about the Pioneers and there's an 'Old Town' with real houses and stores leftover from the days of the cowboys. I went there on ever bloody field trip you can imagine when I lived here as a kid.

The ratio of restaurants to actual population is outrageous. If there's construction in town it's to build another one. Or an auto parts store.

Did I mention it's hot? It's fucking hot. Hotter than hot. It's damn hot. And then we get 2 days of a lovely autumn, and then it's a deep-freeze in the winter. Then it's cold. Fucking cold. Colder than cold. it's damn cold. And the scenery. Well, if you're a fan of flat cornfields, then this is the place for you. My new thing now when someone asks me what Nebby is like is to tell them to go rent 'About Schmidt' with jack Nicholson. That is Nebraska. Depressing.

Wow what a rant. Anyway enough of that :)