So here's the deal: I've fallin in love with my roof...actually, with any roof that has a good view. This love affair began when I was a kid, when we would uncover our cooler from the winter and get the old thing going for the summer. I didn't really recognize it that much, probably because of the heat and the dryness that is typical of New Mexico. But I knew that there was something that was cool about just being up there.
Then the college years rolled around. And like every other college student in the world, I experimented. Yes, it's true. I experimented with the whole roof love affair. Last summer, I had an opportunity to go out to Sac-town and install satellite dishes. Although the days were long and hot and the work was pretty intense, the only part of the day that I really looked forward to were my evening installs. This is the time of day when the sun would go down, the evening breeze would begin, and some stars could be seen. During the install, I would take a few minutes to sit on the rock tiled roof and enjoy the sun setting over the sea of houses, trees, and hills that are typical of central Cali. I was super glad to be back from Cali. but I still miss the roofs.
Now-a-days, I enjoy the roof of my house, overlooking the valley, plateaus, and mountains. Talk about heaven on earth. Reciently, I've found that reading is more enjoyable while sitting on a roof. Along with this, sitting at midnight on my roof is also pleasant. I wonder what else is enjoyable to do while up there....
When it is time to get my own house later on in life, I think I'm going to have to have either a soccer field, a pool, or a ski resort on my roof. Bert (Dick Van Dyke) got it right in Mary Poppins, "There's the whole world at your feet. And who gets to see it, but the birds, the stars and the chimney sweeps?"...and satellite installers.

Wow, It's been quite a day. It's not over either. I've been sexually harrassed by a coworker (it was funny though), I stood between a convict and a security officer on the elevators, and some other strange events that probably should not be mentioned on a blogger website. Talk about crazy things happening when you least expect it. I think it's safe to say that this has got to be one of the weirdest places to live...I don't know how I made through adolesence and high school. Is it wrong to not have any desire at all to return to the place of your nativity ever again ???? I think I will have to appeal to Daria again and ask the question..."Is it Fall yet??"

In the spirit of putting up song lyrics... here's my contribution:
Warning - (4:40)
Bat your eyes girl
be otherworldly
count your blessings
seduce a stranger
what's so wrong with
being happy?
kudos to those who
see through sickness, yeah

Over and over and
over and over and oooh

When she woke in the morning
she knew that her life had passed her by
and she called out a warning
don't ever let life pass you by

I suggest we
learn to love ourselves
before it's made illegal
when will we learn (when will we learn)
when will we change (when will we change)
just in time to see it all come down

Those left standing will make millions
writing books on ways it should have been

When she woke in the morning
she knew that her life had passed her by
and she called out a warning (warning)
don't ever let life pass you by

Floating in this cosmic jacuzzi
we are like frogs oblivious
to the water starting to boil
no one flinches, we all float face down

When she woke in the morning
she knew that her life had passed her by
and she called out a warning (warning)
don't ever let life pass you by
pass you by, oooooh
oooooh, oooooh, oooooh

Anywho....

I FOUND HER !!!!! After all my years of searching and keeping my eyes open...I finally found her. She looks exactly how I imagined she would look. I think I have dreamed of this for the longest time. She works at San Juan Regional Medical Center, the night shift. I just happened to run into her while casually ordering a grilled cheese at 11pm. Who ??you might ask...Adam Sandler's very ellusive lunchlady. The one that he sings about in the very famous "Lunchlady Land". I finally found her. She is alive and still grilling up some of the gourmet dishes that we have all come to know and love. I even know her name...it's Marge. What a treat!!! I can die happy now knowing that I have found one of the world's most mysterious celebrities. Who would have thought that the LunchLady would land a job in my home town. I wonder if she will sign my tape of "Their All Going to Laugh at You". That would sell on eBay for Millions!!!!!!!!!!!!

My relatives stole my shampoo !!!!...and they left me with half a bottle of their crappy shampoo. Grrr !!!!!! On top of everything else that they've taken from us, they couldn't resist my shampoo. I'm mean, I figure that when they started taking our tools and silverware and dishes and stuff like that, I figured it was all just a mistake. But now they've gone too far, they crossed the line, the "DMZ" if you will. They took my hair care products and I know they've been using my toothpaste too. What is the world coming to when you can't even let your relatives use your shower. Let's face it, when ,in good faith, you let your aunt and uncle and their family use your shower (because they don't have running water yet), you would at the very least expect them to not take your shampoo. Is that so much to ask ??? I know the economy is still recovering from a recession and unemployment has reciently hit an all time high, but that is no reason to start taking hair care products. The Dow is above 9000 points, for crying out loud !!! What does a kid have to do now a days in order to ensure the safety of his own personal bottle of Finesse. Do I need to build yet another fence around that too ??? There are too many fences as it is !!!!! GRRRRR!!!!! I realize all I want in life is to have a nice shower with warm water and my own bottle of shampoo, unstolen and undefiled. Everything else may go to hell in a hand basket, but when it comes right down to it, a stress free shower is really all the matters...well, that and an uninterrupted viewing of your favorite TV show.

Hello again and welcome to another weekend wrap up in the exciting life of the Johnson's. This weeks mischief come from both Farmington and Alburqurque. Here are some of the better things that have happened or that I have seen:

1) While walking out to my car from the hospital, I hear the sound of police sirens in the distance. This is nothing too unusual, so I continued on my way to my car, thinking of what I'm going to do when I get home. Well, the sirens get louder and louder until I look behind me and notice a Red, 5.0 Liter, late 80's model Ford Mustang screeming down the street. Behind him are two cops on motorcycles (I immediately thought of the TV show CHiPs), chasing after the Mustang. It was a high speed chase...through a hospital zone!!! I had mixed feelings...on the one hand, I was cheering the guy on for having the guts to try to out run the cops in a Mustang. Kinda like Nicholas Cage did on Gone in 60 Seconds. But on the other hand, I was concerned for all the people who could potentially get hurt because this guy decided to try to out run the cops, because he was either in a stolen car or drunk or had a record. Either way it could turn out badly for someone. But that was the first High Speed Chase that I've seen in my sleepy little town of Farmington.

2) While my sister and I were in Linen & Things in Alburqurque, checking out the selection of curtins and stuff that we could get for our house, we wandered into the small appliences area. As we were checking out the toasters and blenders and stuff, I noticed the Oven mitts. There were two different styles of mitts: the traditional "Hamberger Helper" mitten and on that is just an oval shaped mitt that you can put your hand into. Almost immediately I thought of a hockey goaltender and they gloves that he wears (I thought this because we are into the Stanley Cup Finals). So as I was trying on both types mitts I made my thoughts known to my little sister. She followed suite. As we stood across the aisle from each other, we both got into out Goalkeeping positions (because we both played GK in High School). As we were joking around, a sales rep with a customer happened to pass by and the customer saw my sister. He burst out in a semi-loud laugh, knowing what we were doing. Then in kind of a loud voice let us know that there were fake apples on the other side of the store that we could play with. I mentioned that we needed "hockey" stick in order for us to do that, whereupon my sister said that all we needed were brooms and we would be set. All of this made the three laugh even more. I love playing in retail stores, some of the time the employees play with you. It's great.

Those were the best things to happen this past week. It's always an adventure when I step out side my door. Something cool always happens. As one wise man put it: "It's a dangerous business, Frodo, stepping out your door..."