Thursday, November 3, 2011

A Day at the Park

Today I decided to give the boys a fun afternoon, so I surprised them with a trip to the dog park.  This time I remembered to bring a ball, and they were pretty much in heaven.  They love to race to the ball when I throw it.  Normally Andy wins, but he's not interested in actually getting the ball.  He lets Oscar get it, and then runs back, pretending to be chased by his big, scary brother.  Best game in the whole world.

Please ignore my shadow in this next picture here.  I'd like to say it's just the angle of the sun that makes me look like such a pinheaded fatty.  But really, I was just wearing THAT much clothing, that I really looked like the Michelin Man.  It was crazy windy, y'all.  Notice the size of Oscar's tongue.  Once he gets tired, it basically becomes laffy taffy. 
Exhausted, but happy.  Andy is looking over his shoulder at the park entrance, hoping for more dogs to show up.  He's never satisfied... 

On our way home from the park, I decided to surprise the boys again, and pulled into the community center.  Even though they were super exhausted, I figured I'd take them for a walk, give them as much outdoor time as I could.  We walked around the outside trail, which is just a bit over a mile.  By the time our walk was over and I put them back in my car, they both were EXHAUSTED.  We had only been home for about 20 minutes when I found Andy like this:

Well I'm still sticking with Damages.  Still not sure why.  It's not that it's bad, because it really isn't, it's just that I feel like I should really love it.  It's rated well on Netflix, and it's supposed to be really good, I just don't find myself caring about it that much.  Nevertheless, I'm on episode 8 right now...Also, until today, I did not really think about the fact that Glenn Close's first name is Glenn. Glenn!  That's a dude's name. Oh, and what's weird is that Ted Danson plays the bad guy in this show, and during each of his scenes, I find myself very distracted, wondering how much money his being paid.  I can't sleep knowing Ted Danson makes that much more than me.

Tomorrow is my long run, and I know I've been saying this for the last two weeks, but I'm just dreading it.  I can't even describe how little I want to do it.  I even switched up my dinner routine--I've had sandwiches for lunch and dinner since last Thursday; tonight I made myself a plate of pasta, hoping it would help prepare me for tomorrow.  I just don't have high hopes for myself.  Also, Jacob took the cord to charge my iPod with him to Orlando, so I'm fairly certain my iPod won't make it through the whole run, which is really troubling. 

I drove by the house tonight, but it was late, and the workers were gone and had closed the garage doors, so I didn't know if it was worth trying to go in.  Jacob talked to our builder today, who updated him on the progress.  I'm a bit confused about what he was saying, but I think we're waiting for the meters to be installed so that they can run heat, because they can't let the drywall and/or wall texturing freeze?  I don't know, I'm confused.  Anyway, they started the drywall yesterday and I'm pretty sure they're close to being done, if not done already.  Hopefully after my run tomorrow, my legs will work enough to let me stop by the house and take pictures. 

Update on the windpant challenge: no change.  I'm hoping to go to every single store in town this weekend.  The thrift store, Dakota Woman, Big KMart, whatever I have to do. 

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