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Of course for Rocky’s first Halloween I had to get him a costume. Nevermind that I paid $10 bucks for it and he wore it for a total of 8 minutes. Thats besides the point. In my mind, it was totally worth it. Look how handsome he looked…
He didn’t seem to mind the army fatigues. After about 2 minutes of running around trying to shake them off, he gave up and just sat down. Now, that fact that I made him wear this and proceeded to take pictures and videos, all the while cracking up, may seem like pet abuse. But, Rocky Raccoon knew what he was getting into once he enlisted. Happy Halloween!
Don’t really know what that means, but I was unable to come up with a creative title. At any rate, it was a really nice weekend. Yesterday was the TCU Homecoming game, so I ventured on over to Fort Worth for that. We went to the Frog 5 Tailgate, mainly to get our two free beers, and then hung out all evening at the AXO tailgate. It was fun to hangout, drink, eat some chex mix and share a few laughs. There was also an unfortunate Port-a-potty experience (when is it not an unfortunate experience?) but we managed to survive…
Maria and I then went to Edohana for a post buzz sushi dinner. I had the Tower Park (a 4 layer tower consisting of… rice, crab, avocado and tuna) and it was reeaaaaal good. We got up today for a Yogi’s breakfast and then I did some shopping at Super T before heading back to the dark side. I spent all afternoon futzing around and cooking a pretty good soup that I can eat off of all week. Asparagus and shrimp chowder, made healthy. I did a little P90Xing, too. I’m not too beat, but Rocky has been tuckered out all afternoon. Sarge and Mazie, mostly the latter, really take it out of him.
Now its time to settle in and watch Desperate Housewives and Brothers and Sisters before calling it a night. Tomorrow morning will be rough, but I think I’ll make it. Its gonna be coooooold in the morning and I can’t wait to run it it. And yes, that makes me sick.
Just get on the floor and do a New Kid’s dance!! Ohhhh oh oh oh oh…
That’s right, a group of 26/27 year olds attended the NKOTB concert on Sunday night. (Yes friends, I realize I was the only 27 year old). I’m not going to lie, going into it I couldn’t understand why we were spending $90 a piece for our tickets. But, after being there, seeing the “Kids” and all the crazy fans, I understand. And I figure… I didn’t get to see them as a kid, so this was my only chance to make up for it. I did have the sleeping bag, a million pinups of Jordan and the Hangin’ Tough concert VHS. And Ross and I used to put on Elvis/NKOTB concerts in my backyard growing up. But, I never got to see them live. I could go on and on recapping the show, but fortunately Mary has already done so. My only bit of annoyance with the show was that the AA center was just as full as it was when Bruce came to town. That’s sick.
Open your eyes, Nana!
We had arranged to have a slumber party at my apartment after the show and everyone would take Monday off… one way or the other. I choose the sweaty palms, aka Ferris Bueller, method. I’ve never called in for a “sick” day before and figured I was overdue. Come to find out, the whole office knew I had gone to New Kids the night before and assumed I drank too much at the show and was just hungover. Awesome.
The “sick”, aka mental health, day was totally worth it. We woke up and went to a late and long breakfast at Dream Cafe, my favorite. Even Rocky got to come along. That place reminds me so much of Austin, which is probably why I love it dearly. It doesn’t hurt that they have a very organic/healthy menu. And its pet friendly, so the Rock gets a field trip. Here he is looking very statuesque sitting on Mary’s lap…
After brunch, we did a little shopping and a little working out. My kind of day.
So, last night right before bedtime I was walking into my room. I noticed that Rocky was in the corner and that he seemed to be restrained to just the corner. Normally, hyperactive boy himself is running from the bed to the hall to the chair to the bed and so on and so forth. I peered around the corner and asked what he was doing. Apparently, he had been running around as usual and accidentally ran into the strap of my bra that was hanging to dry on the closet door nob. It was wrapped around his neck like a neuse. Whether it was an accident or not, I don’t know. I always thought he was happy. I treat him well, buy him food, take him on walks. To me there was no evidence that he was ready to take his own life.
Now, this next part might border on abuse, but I sat down and just watched him. It was like that Saturday Night Live skit with Mike Myers where he is a boy, leashed to the play scape and he keeps trying to run away but gets yanked back. I would call for Rocky and he would try to run towards me but would get pulled back to the closet door that kept opening when he tried to run. It was entertaining and I laughed. He did not. I decided to take some pictures to document the incident. Poor guy does look a little depressed… (sorry for exposing my bra on the Internet)…
On a positive note, I got a free lunch yesterday at the Kimball in Fort Worth, compliments of mi madre. She was up with a couple other ladies she works with to tour the museums. What a tough day at the office! The soup I had was amazing… lentils, quinoa, ham, rice in a broth. It was delicious!
It was a pretty good weekend in the neighborhood. Got to watch the Sex and the City movie. Went for a 6 mile run. Drove out to Keller for a housewarming party. Ate pizza and had an obscene amount of baked goods and candy corn. Had many laughs with friends. Went for a spin around White Rock on a beautiful morning. Got my iPod shuffle repaired (ie handed a new one – booya Apple!). Downloaded the new NKOTB album. Cooked up a delightful new dish (compliments of Mary). And watch Desperate Housewives. And saved Brothers and Sisters for tonight.
All the while, I was babysitting Amy’s sister’s dog, Tucker, for the weekend. Tuck is a pretty chill old guy and makes Rocky look like a schizo. Which I guess I already knew that. When I got home Friday and walked in the door with Mr. T, Rocky had triple the excitement that he normally has when I get home from work. The boy was jumping all over Tucker and somehow did two back flips. I think they were accidental, the result of being too excited and jumping up and somehow flipping backwards. I laughed.
The two are definitely BFF. I enjoyed having Mr. T around just to give Rocky someone to bounce all his energy off of. And I only saw two cherry chapsticks all weekend, which was only mildly disturbing, but I consider it a victory. I’m fairly confident my dog is a little on the brokeback side… if you know what I mean.
(This is what treat time looked like… they both are pros at sitting)
I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but Mr. Duck has gone to heaven to be with the Snowman. I came home from work today to see the duck’s guts strewn about the living room and a certain culprit ducking away, no pun intended, from me in the corner. I thought we liked Mr. Duck? He had magical powers where you could pull a string and he would vibrate/waddle. Perhaps the Rock is still a little ticked off that I hid the Easter Bunny from him. I think they were getting a little too comfortable.
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