...diesel??? I thought I was having an olfactory bad dream. It may have been better if I was.
A few more photos/videos here.
We hung out in the back yard last night making soccer videos. Someone---err, somedog---was really happy about that.
Note the dead and dying grass. Our temps have been quite high lately! We're only allowed to water 2x a week on designated days. I cheated and watered a day early because the trees were looking a little worse for wear.
J was so tired last night. We'd make a video, he'd insist on watching it and then he'd laugh, and laugh and laugh so hard he was red in the face. We had fun!
They have this Moleskin-like notebook that is super cheap! I'm planning to get one maybe later or tomorrow. Too bad their pens aren't refillable. It seems like a waste to just chuck it in the waste basket when the ink is all finished up.
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Oh no, not at all.
The collar? Meh. It's itchy but that's about it.
But the leash? Oh, my heavens, the leash. It was and will be a power struggle for a long time, I think. She hates it. She fell asleep resisting it, get that one. I have no idea how she did it.
From here on out, it is going to be a lesson in the pack hierarchy for Sprocket. Sprocket of the soft laps and front-and-center of the alpha male's desk. It's hard because I want to play with her and to puppies, that means "we're even" and not at all "you're in charge." It probably didn't help that she saw me cleaning up her poop, yet another hierarchy issue. The sight of that kind of startled her, I think.
I have to get hubby to help me remember how we trained our first dog together. After all, that one set up a dog run on her own, could fetch a toy from several when we named it and was class valedictorian of the doggy training class.
Last Saturday, the kids and I went out to Emma Long Park, a local camping/hiking/lake swimming park for the birthdays of folks from church.
Hubby had to stay home because he was working on a church project that had a drop-dead deadline of Sunday afternoon since he had to fly to CA for a meeting today. QQ
Anyway, the boys had a blast. I actually went into the water. Waist-deep, but it still counted. J didn't want to go in unless I was there. Later on, after we ate, he wanted to go back in and I told him he was ok on his own because his brother was also there and I was watching. He did go in and I felt better about it that time because he didn't go so far out from shore. When I was in the water, he was getting past neck-deep, enjoying his new-found swimming skills, and that made me nervous because there was definitely a current in the river. I think he will be a surfer if he ever gets the chance to learn. J would dive under the waves like my hubby told me you were supposed to do. Honestly, I had no idea. The beaches we went to when I was little are probably the ones that gave the Pacific its name.
NM played with his friend KR from church for the most part. They were having a blast together, of course, since someone had the forethought to bring a football. "Foosball, mom. That's what they call it in Germany and the rest of the world." :)
I met someone new from church who I don't see at all. Of course, I forgot her name. But we chatted a good long while because she was starting to learn how to knit and would ask me a bunch of questions about fixing things and why her stitches looked the way they did, etc. I gave her my email addy so she can contact me (I would have lost hers) and we can start a knitting circle or something. I have a couch and a coffee maker! All I need is better lighting if even that, and voila! Perfect environment as long as the puppy leaves the yarn alone.
In honor of the upcoming Olympics, what could you win a gold medal in?
Submitted by TheFiercestCalm.
It would be picking up things with my toes or raising each eyebrow one at a time.
Oops, those aren't in the olympics? I think I need to suggest that they add those. They just don't know what they're missing! :D
In honor of the upcoming Olympics, what could you win a gold medal in?
Submitted by TheFiercestCalm.Most consistently spacey brain. It's hard work, but I forget I how I do it.
Here's to a beautiful morning! :-D
First (ehm...) and last coffee (I got decaf! Wonder if that makes a diff?!) of the week and cinnamon swirl---all from the goodness that is Starbucks.
They're the cutest!!!
I never learn.
If it weren't for the coffee (even if it's bad for me) I wouldn't have gone. Plus I was craving toast with butter and sugar. It's crazy that I would want to buy toast with butter and sugar when it's so easy to make. The thing is, my taste buds tell me that the ones I have to pay for taste better than what I could make, or get my mom to make. I know, crazy.
I didn't like that my toast looks a little burnt. Not very tasty looking (it tasted fine, btw).
That soy sauce looking thing with that beige powder on it tasted funky! I think you're supposed to use it with the eggs. I tried but it really left a nasty taste in my mouth and it smelled really funky so I pushed it away.
And I was really counting on the eggs still being in their shell so I could drink it from the shell. They used to give the eggs like that, I'm not sure why they changed it. I saw the guy cracking open the eggs and placing it in that dish and then nuking it. I've only been to Toast Box three times before (yesterday was the fourth) and I had gotten used to my eggs being in their shells. I'm not sure how you call eggs not fully boiled, but boiled enough so that you won't have to eat them raw. I like the taste of eggs done that way, and I remember my mom giving us eggs like that when we were sick when we were kids.
Anyway, I think, if I remember it right, the Toast Box is some Singaporean restaurant they brought over here. They have other stuff besides toast. They have this Vietnamese (or maybe it's Singaporean?) noodle dish, plus I remember seeing Nasi Lemak or something similar on the menu. I've never tried those things. I go here mainly for the toast and coffee. They do their coffee with condensed milk! It tastes yummy. I wish I'd bought some beans from them, and maybe made coffee for myself at work. Just a fourth of a cup.
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