So on Saturday, we went to a dog day in the park sort of deal.
little kid perfected his dog walking skills. He insisted on trying and trying again:
My parents had "the boys" with them:
Frank. Frank's a real pussy. He lives in fear of terrorists and kidnappers. I call him Francis.
Roscoe. My parents paid $1200 for this "Miniature" Dachshund. Who weighs 30lbs and looks very much like a Beagle.
Duke. Is that a gorgeous dog or what?? They just got him, some people gave him to them because they had 4 dogs and our county only lets you have 3 and they were tattled on.
I had my boys:
This picture really helped me see what a fat ass little kid is becoming. It's really no surprise because he demands food ALL.DAY.LONG. but I hadn't really noticed the results of that until now.
Big Kid is pouting because his day "went bad" once he realized that we weren't just going to swing on the swings the whole time.
Here he is in a moment that he forgot about his plans to ruin everyone's day because we weren't doing what he wanted.
We didn't bring our dogs because they are pains in the asses, but mostly because Heidi Louise isn't looking so hot these days and I don't think she could handle the long walk or the heat. Her Cushings Disease seems to really be in the advanced stages now. It's really sad, but she's got several large tumors and her whole life is consumed with the thought of food. Cushings is a tumor near the gland that helps you know when you are hungry or full, so she is just hungry all the time and will never feel full.
If she gets into some garbage or cat food (which she does at every possible opportunity) she will eat until she can no longer walk and looks like a boa constrictor that swallowed a goat. Then her little legs can barely carry her. Poor old girl.
So it was a nice day, but got a whole lot nicer when my parents offered to switch us cars so we could be kid-free for the afternoon. Especially with Big Kid being such an asshole about the swings...hell to the yeah you can take them.
We decided to troll the downtown thrift stores for 80s party gear and see The Other Boleyn Girl. Holy cow, the thrift store trips were fun.
I'll have to show you the pics from that when I show you what I got for the 80s party. I'm having some sort of problem where every time I type, I have to wait a moment for the words to appear. That really does suck. This post has taken me like an hour, no kidding.
So the movie was going to be at a weird time by the time we were done with the thrift store trolling, so we decided to get some liquor and rent some movies and go home. The liquor store had a "virtual bartender" there and I was able to ask it what I should do with the Blueberry vodka I wanted to try and it gave me this kick ass recipe:
1 oz Club soda (I used 7up)
1oz Cranberry juice
1.5 oz limeade
1.5 oz Blueberry vodka
You're supposed to combine with ice into a shaker and pour into a martini glass with a blueberry garnish...but I'm a little ghetto for that. It was just as delicious poured together over ice in my plastic cup with nary a blueberry to be found.
We watched Apocalypto. I didn't realize it was written and directed by Mel Gibson and didn't notice that until I was already set on seeing it. Otherwise I would've probably boycotted it, him being a Jew hater and and all. My Hollywood insider friend says he really is a first class asshole.
However, he's a first class Jew hating asshole with some fanfreakintastic directing and writing skills, in my opinion. Wow. Talk about a suspenseful, heart pounding movie. It was so nice to watch it in our bedroom, in a quiet house, with our drinks within easy reach.
So all in all, it was a great weekend, being mostly kid-free like it was. I'd prefer to do a longer conclusion than this, but this goddamn delay shit has me about to lose my freaking mind. So I'm gonna go.
Don't forget to Market Yourself and Meal Plan today.