It Never rains in Southern California and other Mythical songs

So, I have heard the song " It never rains in Southern California", and I have to say that songs that mislead the public make me a little upset. If it NEVER rains in Southern California then why, I ask, have I gotten wet the last 2 weeks!. I know that I have not written anything on here for a while, one, my computer blew up, really, it just flashed lights and then,wahhhnnnn...nothing. I called HP and they said that I have to send it back and I will lose everything on the hard drive. If you do not get a Christmas card from me this year it is because I no longer have your address!. I finally gave in and took all the envelopes that I had with return address labels and put everyone's address in the computer, not thinking that it would just die. Technology is great isn't it. So, back to the song. Valentines day, I got up early to do my hair, put on cute clothes and actually put on makeup. I wanted to look good for my Valentine. I spent extra time doing all of this and as I head out the door, guess what, yup, rain. Poor Ikey, with no raincoat:( We got to school and this day was the day I needed to change status on two of my classes. I got Ikey out of the car and we ran to the Student Services building, remember that I said Services. Okay Ikey, maybe we didn't run (he is looking over my shoulder as I type). We walked quickley ( is that better Ike) in the dreching rain, to the Student Services Center. Now, I was there early but even Bankers are at work by 10:30!. Where is everyone? Ike and I walked all the way around the whole building without seeing anyone. Where is the service part of Student Services!. Finally, without any help, we find the form that I need. Ike is not only a service dog, but a slueth detective as well. We grab the form and head back to the car, getting soaked the whole way. Back in the car Ike shakes himself off.WHOOSHHHH as he shakes and rattles all over me and the car. So much for my clean clothes. We fill out the form and head b-a-c-k to the Student Services. Now, not only is there someone there to help, there is now a line about 10 people deep. Where did these people come from?. Is there a secret entrance that we don't know about. It's now 10:45 and I have class at 11. So, Ike and I wait, and we wait, puddles forming on the floor where we stand. It's finally our turn and I hand over my form. The woman sitting there looks up at me and says " Is it raining THAT hard out there?". What, do I look like it's raining, maybe I decided to take a shower in the parking lot...duhhhhh. With that comment I can only imagine what Ike and I look like. We leave and head over to class. We stop at the woman's restroom so I can try and wipe Ike off. The only thing they had was paper towels. The one's you remember from school. The really cheap kind that barely dries your hands. yes, that is what I tried to dry Ike off with. All that happened is that Ike ended up with brown paper in his hair. But, back to the misleading songs. Another song that comes to mind is the great Garth Brooks, "The Beaches Of Cheyenne". Now, I know that you need to be deeper and take the song as a sort of poem, not taking it at face value. That is all good and great but what if you are not any deeper than a snow drift on Hawaii?. What if you listen to this song and decide "hey, the beaches of Cheyenne, let's go". You pack the kids, bathing suits, bucket ( Ike likes those) pails and shovels and off you go. You get there and the only beach is the puddle of water pooled at the horse trough, with dirt mixed in. I decided that maybe I am wrong and maybe there are beaches in Cheyenne. Nope, no beaches. I looked up the Chamber of Commerce of Cheyenne and searched for beaches and....nothing. The Coyote Motor Inn has a heated pool....yippee. Not only does it rain in Southern California, it snows. It snowed last week about 30 minutes from our house. We packed all the dogs in the car, all four, and headed off to the mountains. too bad that the highway had a landslide and we couldn't even get close to the snow. We had to turn around and head home. We passed a few casino's on the way...that would have been fun, but we of course, could not leave three dogs in the car. So, it's raining and there is nothing to do. I decide to take Ike shopping (he hates it like all men). We get to the store and guess what is playing on the elevator music, "it never rains in Southern California" you have to be kidding me, where is the hidden camera.

Love, Jennifer and Ike