My feet
Desert Rose?
Ahh! Aloe vera!
The track I run with the dogs
Close up of the trees
Kody and me
Me :)
Sunday, June 20, 2010
Through my eyes
These are like lilac bushes, except they are trees!
My feet
Desert Rose?
Ahh! Aloe vera!
The track I run with the dogs
Close up of the trees
Kody and me
Me :)
My feet
Desert Rose?
Ahh! Aloe vera!
The track I run with the dogs
Close up of the trees
Kody and me
Me :)
Down at Barton springs
Today being fathers day, we decided it best to avoid ANY resturants at all, so we took the nature route for the day. We decided to drive down to Barton Springs. It is our second time going there. That being said, we did not bring Squirt.
Barton springs is a lazy river that you can swim in and take your dogs in so that they can swim also. It is lined by numerous bike/running trails, and the water is so clear that you can see the mossy bottom. If you are standing far away, the water looks turqoise. Very pretty.
Not for Squirt. Last time we took him, we thought he might enjoy getting cooled down, but he did not and would not go into the river on his own. So I picked him up, and carried him out to the center where there was a little island of rocks. Mabye about a foot from it, I set him down in the water. I stood back so he would swim towards the rocks, and not towards me. You would think, from some sort of survival instinct, dogs would know how to swim. Nope. Not squirt. All 4 of his legs were going, and they were not syncronized, so he was just barely managing to stay above water. There was no way he was getting to those rocks. After a couple seconds, he managed to move a couple of inches, and I said, "Good boy, squirt! Keep going!"
Mistake #1.
Instead of going just a little bit further, he clumsly turned around, and headed for me. When he reached me, he scratched the shit out of my legs tring to get me to pick him up.
I picked him up out of the water, and he was shaking all over. Fear? Adreniline? Anger? Who knows. I carried him for a little bit, but I wanted to swim too, so I set him on the little islands of rocks. The minnute I did, he was whinning, and when I started to go away, he started howling!!!
Needless to say, I spent the rest of my time in the river with a little, soking wet, chicken-of-a-dog in my arms.
When Matt and Kody were good to get out, I made my way over to the edge to get out. As I was getting out, I noticed I had scratches all over my legs, stomach, and perminent claw marks in my shoulder where squirt was hangnign on for dear life. Yup, I was bleeding. I wasn't the only one to notice. A kyaker came over and said,"Hey, you might want to check yourself for leeches. There are some in this river."
Of coarse there was.
So today, we went without squirt, but it was a lot less entertaining.
Barton springs is a lazy river that you can swim in and take your dogs in so that they can swim also. It is lined by numerous bike/running trails, and the water is so clear that you can see the mossy bottom. If you are standing far away, the water looks turqoise. Very pretty.
Not for Squirt. Last time we took him, we thought he might enjoy getting cooled down, but he did not and would not go into the river on his own. So I picked him up, and carried him out to the center where there was a little island of rocks. Mabye about a foot from it, I set him down in the water. I stood back so he would swim towards the rocks, and not towards me. You would think, from some sort of survival instinct, dogs would know how to swim. Nope. Not squirt. All 4 of his legs were going, and they were not syncronized, so he was just barely managing to stay above water. There was no way he was getting to those rocks. After a couple seconds, he managed to move a couple of inches, and I said, "Good boy, squirt! Keep going!"
Mistake #1.
Instead of going just a little bit further, he clumsly turned around, and headed for me. When he reached me, he scratched the shit out of my legs tring to get me to pick him up.
I picked him up out of the water, and he was shaking all over. Fear? Adreniline? Anger? Who knows. I carried him for a little bit, but I wanted to swim too, so I set him on the little islands of rocks. The minnute I did, he was whinning, and when I started to go away, he started howling!!!
Needless to say, I spent the rest of my time in the river with a little, soking wet, chicken-of-a-dog in my arms.
When Matt and Kody were good to get out, I made my way over to the edge to get out. As I was getting out, I noticed I had scratches all over my legs, stomach, and perminent claw marks in my shoulder where squirt was hangnign on for dear life. Yup, I was bleeding. I wasn't the only one to notice. A kyaker came over and said,"Hey, you might want to check yourself for leeches. There are some in this river."
Of coarse there was.
So today, we went without squirt, but it was a lot less entertaining.
Down on 6th Street
For those of you who don't know, 6th street is, like, THE place to be. It is where all the cool shops are,all the bars are, and where all the live bands play. So when we moved here, we HAD to go down!
I got in my hippie glammor, and went down town to party!
But first, we had to walk a few blocks.
Or 12.
Or 15.
At one point, a bum helped us out.
Ok, we made it! We were "on the strip. Every bar we passed, there were bouncers urging us in.
"No cover!"
"$2 drinks!"
There were tons of either hookers, or college students who just like to show their ass. . . ets. Yes, there assets. In tight, strappless, leather dresses that have a danger of exploding off if they turn the wrong way.
As we were walking down, I asked Matt which bar he wanted to go into.
"That one looks fun!" He said, and pointed to one across the street.
It did look pretty amusing. The band was playing a funky tune, and the lead singer had a pink boa around his neck.
Heck. Why not.
So we crossed the street, showed the bouncer our IDs, and went in. I went to get a spot so we could see the band, and matt got us drinks. While I was waiting, two guys went up to the front of the stage and started dancing; with eachother. It then hit me that we were probobly in a gay bar. Riiiiight. Nice choice, babe.
Well, when Matt came up with my beer, he said, "I think this is a gay bar! This guy kept "bumping" into me, I had to tell him to knock it off!!!"
It is very difficult to be sympathetic while you are laughing that hard.
After we finnished our beers, we headed to another bar down the street.
We just caught the end of the show, but the main guitar guy's beard/gotee could have stood on its own! It looked like a white stump comming out of his chin. WEIRD.
They were pretty good! We stayed till the end of the show, and then stayed while the next band set up and played a few tunes.
By that time, the alchahol, walking, and loud music got to me.
"Im ready to go if you are." I said, and we treaked our long walk back to the car.
I got in my hippie glammor, and went down town to party!
But first, we had to walk a few blocks.
Or 12.
Or 15.
At one point, a bum helped us out.
Ok, we made it! We were "on the strip. Every bar we passed, there were bouncers urging us in.
"No cover!"
"$2 drinks!"
There were tons of either hookers, or college students who just like to show their ass. . . ets. Yes, there assets. In tight, strappless, leather dresses that have a danger of exploding off if they turn the wrong way.
As we were walking down, I asked Matt which bar he wanted to go into.
"That one looks fun!" He said, and pointed to one across the street.
It did look pretty amusing. The band was playing a funky tune, and the lead singer had a pink boa around his neck.
Heck. Why not.
So we crossed the street, showed the bouncer our IDs, and went in. I went to get a spot so we could see the band, and matt got us drinks. While I was waiting, two guys went up to the front of the stage and started dancing; with eachother. It then hit me that we were probobly in a gay bar. Riiiiight. Nice choice, babe.
Well, when Matt came up with my beer, he said, "I think this is a gay bar! This guy kept "bumping" into me, I had to tell him to knock it off!!!"
It is very difficult to be sympathetic while you are laughing that hard.
After we finnished our beers, we headed to another bar down the street.
We just caught the end of the show, but the main guitar guy's beard/gotee could have stood on its own! It looked like a white stump comming out of his chin. WEIRD.
They were pretty good! We stayed till the end of the show, and then stayed while the next band set up and played a few tunes.
By that time, the alchahol, walking, and loud music got to me.
"Im ready to go if you are." I said, and we treaked our long walk back to the car.
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Monday, June 7, 2010
Its 6am. 24 hours till traveling time!
Ack. Packing. At first, my whole house was swallowed up in boxes, and now it is so empty that it echos when someone talks. It is so WEIRD!
Yesterday was the official truck loading day. It took all day, but at the end, we were able to fit everything in, so we didn't have to make unwilling trips to goodwill! Yay!
Thank you neighbors, for bringing over lunch. Much better than pizza. Thank you boys, for carrying all the heavy stuff us whipy girls couldn't, and thank you so much dad, for packing the darn thing! If it wern't for you, I don't think that we could have gotten it all in!
Thank you mom, for comming today. Eventhough you haven't gotten here yet, you always do something amazing that is in need of a thankyou.
I was all paranoid that I would miss my dad leaving, and because there is no clock in our bedroom, (packed) I got up. Now, I am diluionally tiered. Coffee. Starbucks. Must get. . .
Yesterday was the official truck loading day. It took all day, but at the end, we were able to fit everything in, so we didn't have to make unwilling trips to goodwill! Yay!
Thank you neighbors, for bringing over lunch. Much better than pizza. Thank you boys, for carrying all the heavy stuff us whipy girls couldn't, and thank you so much dad, for packing the darn thing! If it wern't for you, I don't think that we could have gotten it all in!
Thank you mom, for comming today. Eventhough you haven't gotten here yet, you always do something amazing that is in need of a thankyou.
I was all paranoid that I would miss my dad leaving, and because there is no clock in our bedroom, (packed) I got up. Now, I am diluionally tiered. Coffee. Starbucks. Must get. . .
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