Recently, I came to realize that Wilbert's head is slightly lopsided. One of his floppy ears starts further on top of his head than the other (the right one, for the curious). Also, his nose goes off to the right. Doesn't matter, he's still dang cute.
So cute, that my little bug (that's what I call him, for those who haven't had the pleasure of hearing it first-hand...I say it in my "widdle biddy puppy" voice too) has been the source of not one, not two, but THREE conversations with some very nice-looking men in the apartment complex. While we did have one more brief run-in with Mr. Boxer-Briefs (no pun intended), Wilbert's usefulness greatly improved over the course of last week as these guys kept coming up to me, reminscing over wienie dogs from their past and introducing themselves.
I found out yesterday that Denton just opened a dog park. Well, I bet you know where I'm going to be headed regularly with Wilbert. For his benefit of exercise, mind you. It's all about Wilbert. Not about the likelihood of meeting fellow dog lovers who happen to be good-looking single men. Nope. It's all about Wilbert.
Saturday, July 29, 2006
Sunday, July 23, 2006
prayer for India
Just a note that I have added a link to the right to a prayer blog for my friends' ministry in India. They have asked for security reasons not to connect them to the site, but the site is updated daily with prayer requests for their ministry.
Sunday, July 16, 2006
A whole 'nother level of "Oh no, you just didn't."
I just got back from walking Wilbert...seriously, did I have a boring life before having a dog to walk? I don't recall it being boring, but all my adventures seem to be stemming from dog walks lately.
This time, we were walking and oh.my.word.
We walked past the laundry room and this man comes out. I'm guessing he was late 40s-early 50s. And he walked out...in his boxer-briefs.
That's it.
He smiled at me (EWWWWW) and then walked away. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Seriously.
This time, we were walking and oh.my.word.
We walked past the laundry room and this man comes out. I'm guessing he was late 40s-early 50s. And he walked out...in his boxer-briefs.
That's it.
He smiled at me (EWWWWW) and then walked away. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Seriously.
Wednesday, July 12, 2006
Soaked to the gills...
So, every morning (weekdays, at least) this is the routine. My alarm goes off at 6:30 a.m. and I'm usually woken out of a vivid dream. For some reason, I have clear dreams that I almost always remember...but I digress.
When I finally am able to realize it's the alarm and time to get up, I turn it off and slowly crawl out of bed. The first 5 minutes of waking up is, I'm convinced, more painful than even childbirth. I'll probably have a different opinion on that later in life...but again, I digress.
I put on my glasses, so I have a clue what's going on, and then Wilbert and I go for his morning walk. I've discovered that if I don't take him immediately, he will let me know that was a major mistake and I end up being side-tracked from my routine for the next 15 minutes...look what I did, I digressed again.
This morning, everything was going according to the plan. We were out on our walk, and of course, neither of us is functioning very well just yet (it takes me a good hour). As we walked, I heard a hissing sound...but my brain and my body just couldn't get it together, and the hissing sound became the lawn sprinklers going up all over the complex. There was NOWHERE dry to go!
So Wilbert starts getting really agitated and takes off, dragging me around the complex. Finally, the sprinklers shut off and we walked back to the apartment. I am so glad I didn't take the time to Chi my hair last night, or I'd be really ticked off. As it is, I have nice, curly hair for work and Wilbert was blown dry so he wouldn't be cold.
May your Hump Day go just as swimmingly.
When I finally am able to realize it's the alarm and time to get up, I turn it off and slowly crawl out of bed. The first 5 minutes of waking up is, I'm convinced, more painful than even childbirth. I'll probably have a different opinion on that later in life...but again, I digress.
I put on my glasses, so I have a clue what's going on, and then Wilbert and I go for his morning walk. I've discovered that if I don't take him immediately, he will let me know that was a major mistake and I end up being side-tracked from my routine for the next 15 minutes...look what I did, I digressed again.
This morning, everything was going according to the plan. We were out on our walk, and of course, neither of us is functioning very well just yet (it takes me a good hour). As we walked, I heard a hissing sound...but my brain and my body just couldn't get it together, and the hissing sound became the lawn sprinklers going up all over the complex. There was NOWHERE dry to go!
So Wilbert starts getting really agitated and takes off, dragging me around the complex. Finally, the sprinklers shut off and we walked back to the apartment. I am so glad I didn't take the time to Chi my hair last night, or I'd be really ticked off. As it is, I have nice, curly hair for work and Wilbert was blown dry so he wouldn't be cold.
May your Hump Day go just as swimmingly.
Wednesday, July 05, 2006
Highlights from the weekend
Wilbert checking things out on the drive
Trees at Holly Lake Ranch in East Texas
Nathan & me--Ben & Kara's (friends from high school) newborn
Fireworks with the Bells--me & Caryn
Ardin & I enjoy cupcakes at the fireworks
Can you tell the canoe is landed on a dock?
Sunday, July 02, 2006
Chrissy & The Bean Counter
One of my Corpus friends, Chrissy, is an incredible singer/songwriter. She's traveling around Texas getting her music out and she is always very well-received when she plays. Her lyrics are just amazing. See the "Chrissy's Music" link to the right if you'd like to hear samples or see her upcoming dates.
Last weekend, I went to Abilene, TX, with Chrissy where she sang at a coffee shop called "The Bean Counter." Good times!
Last weekend, I went to Abilene, TX, with Chrissy where she sang at a coffee shop called "The Bean Counter." Good times!
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