Yeah, she's cute and all. But Butter is a ball of energy with little, tiny teeth that shread anything and pucture everything. I've been babysitting Sister's chihuahua this weekend. Yesterday, she let us sleep in until about 9:30 AM (on a Saturday). This morning, it was up a little after 7 AM. I am soooooooooooooooooo tired. Maybe it's worth it just to see her hump her dinosaur toy.
7.30.2006
7.26.2006
Booger
So my parents have this dog, Booger, who is developing some very strange habits. He's always been a very sneaky dog. He ran away frequently when my dad first brought him home, steals food from hands and countertops, and chews things like Blackberry(s) and sunglasses when they are left within standing-on-hind-legs reach. We think Booger is so, let's say resourceful, because he was a skin and bones stray living next to a Louisiana lake when my dad found him on a fishing trip.
Here's a picture of Booger with his head in a chip bag:
Notice the bean bag under him. This is Booger's bean bag, and Booger sits there when dad and mom are in that room watching TV. My parents have frequently taken meals in front of the TV, but Booger is usually not allowed because he will take the food off the plate when you turn your head. Now Booger has decided that he will take his meals in the TV room, too. He will actually pick up his food bowl in his mouth, carry it from the game room, through the kitchen, down the hall, and into the TV room, plop onto his bean bag with the bowl, curl up, and eat his food. It is one of the funniest things to see. I hope to figure out how to post videos to this blog, and once I do, I assure you, Booger's dinner will be documented.
7.21.2006
French Quarter
Even though our apartment has 80% senior residents, the French Quarter can get pretty rowdy. Some of these wonderful people (not sarcasm) shout at each other across the courtyard or down the corridors. It is really very amusing.
Until it got into the mid 90s regularly, when I came home from school/work a group of ladies would be sitting in lawn chairs across the courtyard from our apartment. I don't know what they talked about, but there was almost always laughter.
A skinny, white-haired, tall man who lives on the first floor sometimes walks around in overalls carrying a radio that is blasting some kind of polka variant. And this morning, at around 8:30, there were two kids screaming and splashing in the pool. It's pretty nice here.
7.20.2006
4 incarnations later...
This is it. I'm putting my foot down. If this blog doesn't work - as in I'm too lazy to post - it's over. This time no gimmicks, no pretentions (limited, at least), and no myspace.
And now, for your viewing pleasure...
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