We Are Bad Dog Sitters!
Snickers after being hit by a car.
We were watching our friends' dog while they were gone working and visiting family in Florida. Her name is Snickers and she is awesome. She taught our dog, Rizzo how to play and now our dog knows that she is allowed to do something when she sees Snickers do it. The two are very cute together.
The day after she was dropped off to stay with us, we took her, our dog and an other dog we were watching out to the house of a family from church. This family has 25 acres, horses, peacocks and chickens. It is great! We thought that this would be perfect for the two dogs to have a chance to go run around and play. I was mostly nervous that they would spook the horses but we were assured that the only horse that didn't like dogs had been put away in the back barn. So we rode horses and let the dogs run around. Every 5-10 minutes we would call them back in to make sure they didn't get too far and get lost.
It was about time for them to come back again so I called to them a few times and our dog came bounding over the hill to me but there was no Snickers so I told Rizzo to go get her but she didn't do anything. I kept yelling to her, heard something from the street and kept yelling. Well, a neighbor from over the hill and through the forrest yelled "Are you looking for your dog?" I yelled back "Yes" and she had to tell me "She has just been hit by a car". Apparently I had heard the squeal of the tires of the person that hit her. They tried not to hit her but when they did, they drove off.
I went into a sprint out to the road to find our friends' dog on her side, not moving. I thought for sure that she was dead so I was so happy to see her try to hobble up when I said her name. James got the car and luckily we had a friend there that works at vets office and knew of an emergency vet open on the weekends. It felt like it toook forever to get there.
I thought for sure that she had broken her leg and had a cracked rib and possibly internal bleeding or something. They took her and looked at her and found out that none of those things were true. She got a few staples in her face under her eye as you can see in the picture and one in her shoulder.
Poor James was forced to call our friends to let them know what happened and they were really nice about it. We treated their dog the same way we treated our own and probably the same way they would have. I thought that they would hate us forever and I wouldn't have blamed them if they did.
I am just so happy that they don't hate us! And that Snickers is going to be fine.
Star Wars
So, we went to see Episode III last night/this morning. It started at 12:10am, that means I wasn't in bed until 3:15 this morning. I am one tired little kid!
It was an awesome movie though! I won't tell you too much about it because I know that all of you are going to go see it tonight during a decent hour, right? I will tell you about the most intense light-saber fight I have ever seen. We all sat in wonder as we saw the duel begin. The two advosaries came toward each other with sabers out and right from the beginning there was a blow to the side, but the fight continued. After much fancy foot work and a cartwheel, there were injuries on both sides. At last the saber was knocked from the hands of our hero but his equal could not finish him off, offered a hand up only to receive a light saber to the belly!
I can't keep it to myself, our hero's name is "Guy that showed up in a Jedi costume" and his enemy was the "Kid in T-shirt and jeans with puffy hair". With two nerds, so unaware of reality, a duel was inevitable. I laughed, I cried, I cheered- it was a sight to be seen.
It was beautifully choreographed and one could tell that the two had been working at their craft and both were masters of their art. It can only be assumed that they learned from the greatest- Master "
Star Wars Kid".
The Barbeque Contest
The terrible city that I live in has something called Memphis in May. It is supposed to get people to come to Memphis from surrounding areas and spend money. It is a month long and there is something going on every weekend.
We went out on the first weekend to their Irish celebration and watched the jig dancers, saw Irish sheep dogs and saw these weird oversized puppet things (like the walking Mickey Mouse at Disneyland but creepier). That was great and inexpensive.
So this last weekend we thought we would continue to take part in the festivities. We wanted to get real barbeque. "What better place than the international Barbeque Contest Festival?", we thought. It took place over Thursday, Friday and Saturday. We didn't have time to go on the first two days so we went Saturday early evening. We parked about a mile away and walked down to the park where it was being held and paid our $14 to get in and it smelled like it was going to be SOOOO worth it!
We walked in to find all of these booths set up and they were in sections for ribs, pork, shoulder and so on. The strange thing was that at these booths, there weren't that many people eating. But we soon saw signs that said that in order to try the food, we had to be judges (they can't sell or give away food because the contestants are not inspected by the health inspector). So we followed the signs that pointed us toward the judging tent. We got there to find it empty and a sign that said that judging takes place from 3pm-6pm on Thursday and Friday.
So... it's over?
There is no Barbeque?
Surely, they wouldn't let us pay to get in to a barbeque festival that has no barbeque!
So, we kept walking thinking maybe they were hiding it from us. Finally we stopped and ask a nice man that had barbequed for the contest. He informed us that there is no barbeque to be had on Saturday. He also thought that it was ridiculous. He couldn't give us barbeque or he would be disqualified for the next year (that and he was all out) so instead he gave us a piece of fudge. It was nice of him but that did NOT change my feeling about the whole thing.
To say that I was mad is to say that I kinda like my husband (I am crazy in love with him). I left fuming!
How do you have a barbeque festival on a day where there is NO BARBEQUE!?!?!?!?!
Needless to say, we are currently in the process of finding out who needs a good shake and getting our money back for the barbeque festival that turned out to be not a festival and have no barbeque and you don't find out that there is no barbeque until you are in the barbeque festival. That is a scam!
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Ya Mama's Pink Gator shoes!
Ya Mama's Pink Gator Shoes
I'm not sure how to put more than one picture in a blog at a time (I know, I know- I'm an idiot, whatever). So there is this picture and the one of me with Amber in New Orleans is the next one down. This was a painting done by one of the street vendors and I thought it was hilarious and so I thought I would share it with all of you. Enjoy!
Nawlins' (New Orleans)
Me and My friend, Amber in New Orleans
I went to New Orleans this weekend and got to visit my dear friend, Amber. I drove 6 hours on Saturday afternoon and we went out to the French Quarter that night. It was pretty much like I imagined it would be but it smelled worse.
We ate alligator bits and rabbit & sausage jambalaya. I do not recommend the alligator- too chewy! We went dancing and fun was had by all.
The next day we went down to the river (the Mississippi) and rode a steamboat down the river and learned a lot about the history of New Orleans. Unfortunately, my memory sucks so I don't remember most of the tid bits shared with us but I know that at the time I was interested. I do remember one thing and that is that there was a guy who was very important to the city back in the day- a mayor maybe anyway, he had four daughters and the city named four streets after his four daughters. Did I mention that my memory is horrible, because I don't remember the daughters' names except for the one that is important to the story and that is Desiree. Some time along the way through city corruption, her name was changed on the street sign and the last "e" was dropped. No one paid any attention until there was a little something with the title, "A Street Car Named Desire". I don't think it would have been so successful if it had been called "A Street Car Named Desiree".
After that we walked through the French Quarter and during the day it doesn't smell as bad and the number of drunks is seriously reduced. In fact, in some places is was quite nice.
