Bad, Bad Dog

This little squirt is in serious trouble. As I mentioned last week, he had been escaping the back yard via holes in the fence and a high hanging gate. Well, Saturday I did a walk around the parameter and plugged up all the holes with concete blocks and bricks. Well, Byebye the Magician moved a brick last night between 10 and 10:30 and got out AGAIN. I called and called and called, but he was no where to be found. He is so not street smart I thought he had probably been hit. Well, at 12:47 I had to go to bed. It was a very hard thing to do. I left the gate open and the light in the carport on in case he did come home.

I got up to, well, you know, at 5:30 - opened the back door and there he was! Sleeping in the monkey grass. I did not say a word to him, but I wanted to hug him, and love him, and tell him how scared I was. I just couldn't imagine my life with out that little dog! But, he needed to be punished and so I just ignored him this morning. Before I left this morning I offered to let him out to go to the bathroom...he declined.

I can't believe how smart that little bugger is. Guess I will have to leave early and build a moat around my yard....no, then he would just become a champion swimmer.

Love

COUCH AND DOG

This is my new couch. It is HUGE! Jimmy and I went to pick it up the Friday after Thanksgiving. As he was moving the old couch out I said, "I hope the new one will fit." Little did I know.....
Jimmy and Tim had to wrestle with this HOG for an hour and a half. We had all the doors off the hinges, turning it this way and that (look how I said we - I was just sitting there cussing myself for buying a HUMONGOUS couch). At one point it was standing straight up in the foyer. do you know how they finally got it in there? Jimmy had to take the door facing off the door! That gave us (being them) another inch and a half. Then they shoved it on through!

It is so comfortable - with recliners on each end, so you can guess how heavy it was! Thanks guys.

STS9 and New Years

Let me just get this off my chest....My daughter is spoiled. I know, I know, it is all my fault. She is not a brat (often), but she pretty much gets what she wants for Christmas. Christina and her are going to Atlanta for New Year's to see STS9 (Sound Tribe Sector 9). This is a picture of them in concert. I bet you can't guess what 93.7% of the audience are "doing".

Anyway, I called to make reservations for them for December 30th and 31st. The cheapest hotel within walking distance of "The Tabernacle" is a Quality Inn for $199.99 per night. See, the rates double downtown for New Year's. It is in a nice part of downtown - rightoff Peachtree Plaza. I booked the hotel before it got gone. Her friends are going to pitch in, so I could recover around $300. I think I will wrap up a picture or brochure from the hotel and put it under the Christmas tree.

Have a good weekend.

Urban Dictionary - Screwvenir

Screwvenir


Rhymes with (souvenir); This is something, a personal item, that you take with you after a night of wild lovemakin', after a booty call, or a one-night-stand. You take these things without the original owners' knowledge. It could be a t-shirt, cd, lighter, hairbrush, etc., that belonged to the person you just hooked up with. Sort of like a 'souvenir' of the encounter.

Olive Garden is dead to me!

Yes, you heard me right. Mickey and I ate there yesterday for lunch and it was so gross. I wanted something warm and cheesey. I got cold, gross lasagna, burnt chicken and congealed fettuccini alfredo. Gross, gross, gross. I never have to go back there again.

I have a wonderful couch story to tell you, but am waiting to have pictures. I keep leaving my memory card at home. Hopefully tomorrow.

Born Free

Spike got out again last night. This time he did not push the gate open. I had laid bricks under the opening after he got out a couple of nights ago. I called and called for him, and rode around the block twice looking for him. He is not street smart at all, so I worry about him getting run over. Friday, while we were trying to shove the couch in my house (that is a story for another day) I saw a dog run in front of a car on my busy street. The car was honking, but the dog didn't pay any attention. I told Tim - "That looks like Spike"... and it was.

Anyway....he finally came home about 11:30 all proud of himself, until he got a spanking with some limp rolled up newspaper. You know, just the sound of the paper is enough. Well, this morning I took him out back on his leash so he couldn't escape. I did not know about the hole yet (couldn't figure it out in the dark). Spike must have learned his lesson because he led me right to the hole and stuck his head through like "See, this is how I did it. You better cover it up or I will do it again. I just can't help myself."

Spike is so smart.

Here's to all the smart, cute, funny, hyper, loving dogs and their people!

Welcome back

Hey Everybody - Hope you had a relaxing Thanksgiving....I sure did. Not much to say today. Just busy, busy, busy.

Rachel went to Ashville to see Widespread Panic. Had a wonderful time, but now my poor baby is sick. Sick and at school where Mommy can't take care of her! It is just about to kill me. The doctor is supposed to be calling her in some medicine. I wish he would hurry.


Say prayers for Rayray.

Happy Tuesday.