Last night as I was laying in bed trying to keep warm and trying to fall asleep, my husband and I flipped on The Tonight Show. With the Writer's Guild strike in full swing, we expected yet another re-run. What we didn't expect was a re-run from 1995. Jay Leno's hair was black. The jokes of choice were about the OJ Simpson trial...remember, the one about the murder, not about breaking into the Las Vegas casino. And the first guest was Jennifer Anniston from the "hot new NBC series Friends."
Wow. I expected a re-run, but NBC really out did themselves. I mean, they didn't just run re-run, they ran a "I can't believe Jay Leno ever had any other hair color other than gray and wow Jennifer Anniston's nose looks big and I can't believe we ever thought that outfit she was wearing was in style - cool scrunchie - and man the economy is great - go President Clinton!"
I wonder what will appear next on the air? Could this be the beginning of a new era in television - classic TV all day, every day? Could prime time showings of Saved by the Bell and Hanging With Mr. Cooper be next? Will Johnny Carson be hosting The Tonight Show this evening? Will I be able to watch classic episodes of Law & Order on regular network television and who the hec shot JR?!
Maybe the writers should be worried. Maybe American television viewers will say "good riddance to all your new hot shows, you spoiled Hollywood writers!" and hold out for Perfect Strangers, LA Law and Life Goes On to appear in prime time. Hollywood writer, I'd watch your back if I were you. You may be withholding your wit and quips right now, but DJ Tanner, Zack Morris, Doogie Howser and Paul Buchman might just have the last laugh.
Friday, November 30, 2007
Thursday, November 29, 2007
Merry Christmas and God Bless Us All
The Christmas season is upon us, and I for one could not be happier. I love this time of year. It's cold, there is a hustle and bustle in the air that I thrive off of and friends and family come together again. I always hope for a white Christmas, though I am usually disappointed in that regard. Holiday parties are almost every weekend and all the stores are decorated for the season.
However there is one thing I don't really like about this time of year. The fact that we feel that we can no longer say "Merry Christmas." Rather, we have given way to saying "Happy Holidays" and "Seasons Greetings." These two terms are used so often, found in so many greeting cards, that I fear most people don't even give it a second thought. I fear that Christmas, the time to celebrate the birth of Jesus Christ, has become another commercialized holiday.
Now, I'm not going to get into a discussion about how Toys-R-Us and Hallmark have captured this holiday (and honestly, Hallmark really holds captive Valentine's Day more than Christmas anyway). People forget. Or they are of a different mind set or belief to think about or understand the real meaning of Christmas. "Christ's mass", as I once heard a minister break down the word, is the time when Christians remember the greatest gift ever given to man - the birth of a Savior that would take on all the sin of man, would die on a cross, so that we might have life everlasting.
Life everlasting. Yeah, that is a pretty long time. If you think about the average age of any man or woman, that seems like a long time. Seventy to eighty years of life on this Earth is a long time. But when you consider 70 to 80 years in the span of eternity, it's hardly even a blip on the time line. So, the fact that God sent his only son to Earth for a mere three decades so that we might live forever...wow. That has to make you stop and think about the real meaning of Christmas.
Forget all the political correctness that plagues our society today. Forget all the different political and world views. Forget religion. Yes, that is what I said. Forget religion. Because it's not about having a religion, it's about having a belief, one in God and in Jesus, and walking that faith every day, even when it's hard. Even when life sucks. Because you know what? Your most terrible day here on Earth cannot in anyway compare to the worst day for Jesus. He died on a cross, perhaps one of the most painful and terrible ways to die. And he did it willingly (although not without agony and pleading for mercy) for us so that we could live forever, if only a blip of that time was here on Earth.
Remember the real meaning of Christmas. A Savior was born. Hope was established. Grace was given. All you need to do is just ask for it.
Merry Christmas, and God Bless Us All!
However there is one thing I don't really like about this time of year. The fact that we feel that we can no longer say "Merry Christmas." Rather, we have given way to saying "Happy Holidays" and "Seasons Greetings." These two terms are used so often, found in so many greeting cards, that I fear most people don't even give it a second thought. I fear that Christmas, the time to celebrate the birth of Jesus Christ, has become another commercialized holiday.
Now, I'm not going to get into a discussion about how Toys-R-Us and Hallmark have captured this holiday (and honestly, Hallmark really holds captive Valentine's Day more than Christmas anyway). People forget. Or they are of a different mind set or belief to think about or understand the real meaning of Christmas. "Christ's mass", as I once heard a minister break down the word, is the time when Christians remember the greatest gift ever given to man - the birth of a Savior that would take on all the sin of man, would die on a cross, so that we might have life everlasting.
Life everlasting. Yeah, that is a pretty long time. If you think about the average age of any man or woman, that seems like a long time. Seventy to eighty years of life on this Earth is a long time. But when you consider 70 to 80 years in the span of eternity, it's hardly even a blip on the time line. So, the fact that God sent his only son to Earth for a mere three decades so that we might live forever...wow. That has to make you stop and think about the real meaning of Christmas.
Forget all the political correctness that plagues our society today. Forget all the different political and world views. Forget religion. Yes, that is what I said. Forget religion. Because it's not about having a religion, it's about having a belief, one in God and in Jesus, and walking that faith every day, even when it's hard. Even when life sucks. Because you know what? Your most terrible day here on Earth cannot in anyway compare to the worst day for Jesus. He died on a cross, perhaps one of the most painful and terrible ways to die. And he did it willingly (although not without agony and pleading for mercy) for us so that we could live forever, if only a blip of that time was here on Earth.
Remember the real meaning of Christmas. A Savior was born. Hope was established. Grace was given. All you need to do is just ask for it.
Merry Christmas, and God Bless Us All!
Monday, November 26, 2007
Thanksgiving 2007 - A Success!
The husband and I made it through our first Thanksgiving as the host, and I must say that everything turned out really well! We had more than enough food and plenty of conversation. As always, I learned a few things this past Thanksgiving that I believe helped make our holiday a successful one.
I learned that five burners is better than four when cooking a Thanksgiving meal:
A fried turkey tastes really good AND doesn't take up valuable oven space:
A nicely decorated table makes the food taste better (but costs a small fortune at Bed Bath and Beyond):
Prep work is KEY to planning a Thanksgiving meal (beginning the night before and continuing early the next morning):
We were pretty happy with how our meal turned out. We planned accordingly, and didn't skip a beat on Turkey Day. With our first Thanksgiving meal under our belt, I think we are just about ready to handle Christmas.
Oh, I also learned that my dog is very shiny in pictures:
I learned that five burners is better than four when cooking a Thanksgiving meal:
A fried turkey tastes really good AND doesn't take up valuable oven space:
A nicely decorated table makes the food taste better (but costs a small fortune at Bed Bath and Beyond):
Prep work is KEY to planning a Thanksgiving meal (beginning the night before and continuing early the next morning):
We were pretty happy with how our meal turned out. We planned accordingly, and didn't skip a beat on Turkey Day. With our first Thanksgiving meal under our belt, I think we are just about ready to handle Christmas.
Oh, I also learned that my dog is very shiny in pictures:
Monday, November 19, 2007
For The Holidays You Can't Beat Home Sweet Home
Thanksgiving is almost here, and the husband and I are preparing to have family come to our home for the holiday. This will be our second Thanksgiving together as man and wife, and our first time hosting the holiday. I am really excited about preparing a traditional Thanksgiving meal. We have a full menu that will ensure plenty of leftovers. We have folks traveling in from out of town. We have a brand new stove and microwave that is (almost) ready to be used (we're still in the process of installing the new stove).
Our to-do list is long. Last night I worked on perfecting the guest bed, having bought a new bedspread, shams and bed skirt to accompany my new snow flake sheets. Actually, I HAD to buy a new bedspread, shams and bed skirt because last week Sydney decided to eat my old bedspread and bed skirt. Jason worked on installing our new microwave, hooking the stove up to the gas line and working on a bunch of stuff in our office. I bought new table linens and made name cards, and tonight we will venture out to the grocery store to purchase all the food needed for the big day. I'm taking Wednesday off so I can clean the house and make pies. And while my whole family can't join us on Thursday, I'm looking forward to spending time with the in-laws and my brother, and celebrating Thanksgiving in our home.
Our to-do list is long. Last night I worked on perfecting the guest bed, having bought a new bedspread, shams and bed skirt to accompany my new snow flake sheets. Actually, I HAD to buy a new bedspread, shams and bed skirt because last week Sydney decided to eat my old bedspread and bed skirt. Jason worked on installing our new microwave, hooking the stove up to the gas line and working on a bunch of stuff in our office. I bought new table linens and made name cards, and tonight we will venture out to the grocery store to purchase all the food needed for the big day. I'm taking Wednesday off so I can clean the house and make pies. And while my whole family can't join us on Thursday, I'm looking forward to spending time with the in-laws and my brother, and celebrating Thanksgiving in our home.
Friday, November 16, 2007
Things I've Gained My First Year Of Marriage
Now that Jason and I have successfully made it through our freshman year of marriage, I feel as though I have learned a lot these past 12 plus months. With marriage comes many things - happiness, joy, companionship, comfort. Below are some things I have gained since becoming a "wife creature":
Patience
Living with another person can test your patience. It is hard, don't let anyone tell you otherwise. Of course I wouldn't trade being married for anything in the world, but I have had to learn to become more patient (as I know Jason has too). Someone taking too long in the bathroom? Just shrug it off and let them be. Are there clothes strewn about in an otherwise clean bedroom? Pick them up, hang them in the closet, and move on. Does it take a little longer to decide on how to decorate a room, or what dishes to buy because you have to discuss the issue? You're discussing it so that you will both agree and be happy. Trust me, a little patience can go a long way.
Wisdom
In addition to learning patience, I really believe marriage makes you smarter. After all, you always have someone there to talk with about the issues of the day, what's going on in the news, and can you explain what a first down in football means again? Of course, I wonder if you actually have to marry someone smart to become smarter yourself as a married person? I mean, I see stupid people all the time who are married, usually driving recklessly through the Wal-Mart parking lot, only to emerge from their beat-up van with four dirty kids and a pack of Virginia Slims in hand. But that is neither here nor there. I definitely know that marrying Jason has made me more aware of this world, if not smarter about it.
Stuff
Oh my God. Your stuff, his stuff, the stuff you get from the wedding and the stuff that is handed down to you. It's freakin' everywhere! You bring your boxes and boxes and boxes of books, he brings his boxes and boxes and boxes of computer accessories. You have a lot of shoes? He has a lot of ties. And shirts. And shorts. You have little knick-knacks and decorations, and pictures of your college gal pals? He has the xbox, the Nintendo, the game cube and the Wii. And then there is all the stuff you registered for. And didn't register for. Like the silver tray you received...twice. And the strange candy dishes that relatives gave you (that I have actually come to love and really enjoy, especially with Dove mini chocolates in them). All this stuff leads me directly into the next thing you gain your first year of marriage...
A New House
To contain all the aforementioned stuff, the married couple must purchase a new, preferably bigger, home. We did. We bought our current home in January, and filled it quickly with all of our stuff. We were bursting at the seams in our old house (which I loved) and now we have room to breathe and enjoy all the stuff we brought into the marriage and acquired from our wedding.
Weight
Yes...weight. I can't speak for my husband, but I am victim to the marriage freshman fifteen. I realized this a couple months ago when my fat jeans no longer fit me. After stepping on a scale for the first time during my freshman year of marriage, I discovered that I had gained about 11 pounds. Argh! I'm currently doing something about it, and please to report that the 11 pounds are gone (and then some).
I have several theories as to why a married person gains weight. Married people don't eat cereal for dinner, as singletons do. Married people have less time to go to the gym. Married people are comfortable, and thus less likely to try and maintain the elusive abs of steel because they have already secured their mate. (Although I still try to look good for my husband, and I know my husband tries to look good for me. I think that is something we'll always strive to do).
Understanding
Standing right up there with patience, I have gained understanding whilst being a wife. You know the old saying, "You don't know someone until you live with them"? Well, you don't know someone until you are married to them. Being married to Jason, I've come to understand him more as a man and as a husband. I'm even amazed when I learn something new about him, even after all this time of dating, engagement and marriage. I think this processes is continual. As the years go on, Jason and I will only learn more about each other, become more understanding of one another, and ultimately our love will grow even deeper.
So there you have it. Lessons in life and love that I have gained by taking the plunge and moving into the "married" category on my tax forms. I love marriage and I highly recommend it. Just watch what you eat, have a few extra clothes hangers on hand, and by all means, don't be afraid to return doubles of items you receive from your wedding (lest you want to end up buying a bigger house).
Patience
Living with another person can test your patience. It is hard, don't let anyone tell you otherwise. Of course I wouldn't trade being married for anything in the world, but I have had to learn to become more patient (as I know Jason has too). Someone taking too long in the bathroom? Just shrug it off and let them be. Are there clothes strewn about in an otherwise clean bedroom? Pick them up, hang them in the closet, and move on. Does it take a little longer to decide on how to decorate a room, or what dishes to buy because you have to discuss the issue? You're discussing it so that you will both agree and be happy. Trust me, a little patience can go a long way.
Wisdom
In addition to learning patience, I really believe marriage makes you smarter. After all, you always have someone there to talk with about the issues of the day, what's going on in the news, and can you explain what a first down in football means again? Of course, I wonder if you actually have to marry someone smart to become smarter yourself as a married person? I mean, I see stupid people all the time who are married, usually driving recklessly through the Wal-Mart parking lot, only to emerge from their beat-up van with four dirty kids and a pack of Virginia Slims in hand. But that is neither here nor there. I definitely know that marrying Jason has made me more aware of this world, if not smarter about it.
Stuff
Oh my God. Your stuff, his stuff, the stuff you get from the wedding and the stuff that is handed down to you. It's freakin' everywhere! You bring your boxes and boxes and boxes of books, he brings his boxes and boxes and boxes of computer accessories. You have a lot of shoes? He has a lot of ties. And shirts. And shorts. You have little knick-knacks and decorations, and pictures of your college gal pals? He has the xbox, the Nintendo, the game cube and the Wii. And then there is all the stuff you registered for. And didn't register for. Like the silver tray you received...twice. And the strange candy dishes that relatives gave you (that I have actually come to love and really enjoy, especially with Dove mini chocolates in them). All this stuff leads me directly into the next thing you gain your first year of marriage...
A New House
To contain all the aforementioned stuff, the married couple must purchase a new, preferably bigger, home. We did. We bought our current home in January, and filled it quickly with all of our stuff. We were bursting at the seams in our old house (which I loved) and now we have room to breathe and enjoy all the stuff we brought into the marriage and acquired from our wedding.
Weight
Yes...weight. I can't speak for my husband, but I am victim to the marriage freshman fifteen. I realized this a couple months ago when my fat jeans no longer fit me. After stepping on a scale for the first time during my freshman year of marriage, I discovered that I had gained about 11 pounds. Argh! I'm currently doing something about it, and please to report that the 11 pounds are gone (and then some).
I have several theories as to why a married person gains weight. Married people don't eat cereal for dinner, as singletons do. Married people have less time to go to the gym. Married people are comfortable, and thus less likely to try and maintain the elusive abs of steel because they have already secured their mate. (Although I still try to look good for my husband, and I know my husband tries to look good for me. I think that is something we'll always strive to do).
Understanding
Standing right up there with patience, I have gained understanding whilst being a wife. You know the old saying, "You don't know someone until you live with them"? Well, you don't know someone until you are married to them. Being married to Jason, I've come to understand him more as a man and as a husband. I'm even amazed when I learn something new about him, even after all this time of dating, engagement and marriage. I think this processes is continual. As the years go on, Jason and I will only learn more about each other, become more understanding of one another, and ultimately our love will grow even deeper.
So there you have it. Lessons in life and love that I have gained by taking the plunge and moving into the "married" category on my tax forms. I love marriage and I highly recommend it. Just watch what you eat, have a few extra clothes hangers on hand, and by all means, don't be afraid to return doubles of items you receive from your wedding (lest you want to end up buying a bigger house).
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Move Over Courier and Ives...
...Christmas comes to Cary! This past Saturday morning, I got up early and ventured out to Target to run some errands. Most Saturday mornings I sleep in. But I decided to take advantage of the crisp fall air and go out and about in the morning.
On my way to Target, I stopped by my local Starbucks and picked up my grande soy latte. Christmas was in full swing at the 'Bucks, and I was quickly overcome with the intoxicating mix of "The Christmas Song" by Nat King Cole and caffinated coffee aromas wafting from the coffee bar. Mmmm...I should work there.
When I hopped back in the car to continue on to Target, I discovered that one of the local radio stations is playing Christmas music too! Now, I am ALL about some Christmas and holiday cheer, but thought to myself that it was a little too early to hear "Please Come Home For Christmas" by the Eagles. However, already high on Christmas from Starbucks, I shrugged this "it's too early" nonsense off and decided to embrace the Christmas music. After all, Thanksgiving is next week and that is the real kickoff to Christmas.
By the time I arrived at Target, I was fully caffinated and singing right along with Burl Ives on the radio. Burl! You're a classic! When I pulled into the parking lot, I found myself surrounded by two dozen geese! There is a pond near the shopping center next to Target, and I guess the geese were making their way over to it! I had to proceed cautiously to my parking space, as many of the geese were walking right into the road. The geese were so cute, and I couldn't help but feel as though I were in a Courier and Ives Christmas card (minus the snow, the Christmas tree, the ornaments, and more. Oh well. I was still in my Starbucks induced Christmas stupor).
I ran my errands quickly (it's amazing how quiet Target is at 9:30 am). I did make one indulgent purchase (which I completely blame on the intoxicated state I found myself in at Starbucks): brown flannel sheets with light blue snowflakes! Not only are the cute snowflake sheets the colors of our wedding, but they are cute snowflake sheets! Knowing that we were having overnight guests for Thanksgiving, I couldn't help but buy some fun sheets for the guest bed.
After loading up the car with my goodies from Target (yay, sheets!), I made my way back home. I was still in a great holiday mood, although I was quickly brought back to my senses when I heard John Mellencamp's "I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus" on the radio. That song should NEVER be played on the radio. In fact, I would go so far as to say that the Cougar should have never made a Christmas album in the first place. I guess when they start playing all the crappy Christmas songs on the radio, you know Christmas can't be too far away. Happy Holidays everyone!
Cheers!
On my way to Target, I stopped by my local Starbucks and picked up my grande soy latte. Christmas was in full swing at the 'Bucks, and I was quickly overcome with the intoxicating mix of "The Christmas Song" by Nat King Cole and caffinated coffee aromas wafting from the coffee bar. Mmmm...I should work there.
When I hopped back in the car to continue on to Target, I discovered that one of the local radio stations is playing Christmas music too! Now, I am ALL about some Christmas and holiday cheer, but thought to myself that it was a little too early to hear "Please Come Home For Christmas" by the Eagles. However, already high on Christmas from Starbucks, I shrugged this "it's too early" nonsense off and decided to embrace the Christmas music. After all, Thanksgiving is next week and that is the real kickoff to Christmas.
By the time I arrived at Target, I was fully caffinated and singing right along with Burl Ives on the radio. Burl! You're a classic! When I pulled into the parking lot, I found myself surrounded by two dozen geese! There is a pond near the shopping center next to Target, and I guess the geese were making their way over to it! I had to proceed cautiously to my parking space, as many of the geese were walking right into the road. The geese were so cute, and I couldn't help but feel as though I were in a Courier and Ives Christmas card (minus the snow, the Christmas tree, the ornaments, and more. Oh well. I was still in my Starbucks induced Christmas stupor).
I ran my errands quickly (it's amazing how quiet Target is at 9:30 am). I did make one indulgent purchase (which I completely blame on the intoxicated state I found myself in at Starbucks): brown flannel sheets with light blue snowflakes! Not only are the cute snowflake sheets the colors of our wedding, but they are cute snowflake sheets! Knowing that we were having overnight guests for Thanksgiving, I couldn't help but buy some fun sheets for the guest bed.
After loading up the car with my goodies from Target (yay, sheets!), I made my way back home. I was still in a great holiday mood, although I was quickly brought back to my senses when I heard John Mellencamp's "I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus" on the radio. That song should NEVER be played on the radio. In fact, I would go so far as to say that the Cougar should have never made a Christmas album in the first place. I guess when they start playing all the crappy Christmas songs on the radio, you know Christmas can't be too far away. Happy Holidays everyone!
Cheers!
Sonny
Yesterday Sonny left our family. He was a wonderful pet. I miss him terribly. He was always a faithful friend, and constant companion and a very loving animal. I remember bringing home Sonny from the pet store with my mom and brother the summer before I started fifth grade. I was so happy! We finally had a pet! We named him Sonny because of the color of his fur, golden yellow, like the sun (although we probably should have spelled his name "Sunny").
Mom was with Sonny and the vet yesterday when they put him down. It was his time. It's hard for me to believe that he is gone. I've had Sonny the majority of my life. Sonny taught me how to love a pet, and I will always remember that. He was one of my best friends growing up. Although he got into his fair share of trouble - like the year he climbed up the Christmas tree and knocked it down, breaking many ornaments - he was always a good pet.
Sonny, I love you. I know you are in a better place now. I'll never forget you!
Mom was with Sonny and the vet yesterday when they put him down. It was his time. It's hard for me to believe that he is gone. I've had Sonny the majority of my life. Sonny taught me how to love a pet, and I will always remember that. He was one of my best friends growing up. Although he got into his fair share of trouble - like the year he climbed up the Christmas tree and knocked it down, breaking many ornaments - he was always a good pet.
Sonny, I love you. I know you are in a better place now. I'll never forget you!
Thursday, November 8, 2007
Jack Will Not Be Back
This morning I learned that Fox's "24" will NOT return in January for Day 7 because of the strike by the Writers Guild of America. OK. Now I'm really mad. Take away Desperate Housewives and Dave Letterman. I don't care. But do not take away Jack Bauer. Keifer Sutherland should don his Jack Bauer bullet-proof vest, bomber sunglasses and canvas nap sack, storm the offices of the Writers Guild and demand that they start writing scripts again. After all, he would tell them, the future of the world rests on their shoulders and, dammit, if they don't start writing, the life of the President may be in jeopardy!
Maybe I'm a little too into "24", but with good reason. It is an awesome show. Just when you think the concept of real-time television might get stale, the writers (now former writers) always came up with an awesome plot twist. Now, the twist is that there is no Day 7 awaiting me in January. I understand that especially for a show like 24, (that starts in January and ends in May so that there will be no repeats) it is imperative to have a full season written out before filming starts. And this is why they went ahead and postponed Day 7. But that still does not sit well with me.
I heard somewhere on the radio that television writers have a starting salary of about $200,000. And as my husband pointed out, they are not paid on commission. They are paid for their product, the script, and once they are done writing, then that is the end of that. After all, writers aren't punished monetarily if they write for a television show that doesn't make it. The studio absorbs the costs of sucky shows, not the writers. The worst that happens to a writer is he or she moves on to another show. And if they happen upon a hit show, then kudos to them.
I just hope it ends soon. I don't pretend to understand all the details of the dispute between the writers and the studios. They just better not cancel Grey's Anatomy, or I might have to don the Jack Bauer bullet-proof vest and storm my way into Hollywood and change some minds. After all, the future of the world depends on it.
Wednesday, November 7, 2007
My First Pet
This is a close up shot of my first pet, Sonny. Sonny is a yellow tabby cat who is going on 17 plus years. He has been a wonderful pet, and I love him dearly even though he lives in Winston-Salem with my parents.
Sonny is sick. Last night, my mom found him on the couch on his back whithering in pain. She scooped him up, placed him in a laundry basket with towels and drove him to the emergency vet. The doctor said that Sonny had suffered the human equivalent of a stroke. They checked his other vitals, and they were all strong. Sonny is back at home today, and Mom is taking him to the vet later this afternoon. While I am praying for the best, I know that Sonny has lived a long and happy life. Mom is suppose to call me later today to let me know what his regular vet determines about Sonny's condition. Until then, I'm just hoping for the best. I love you Sonny!
Friday, November 2, 2007
Dog Loves of My Life
There are three dogs in my life that I love: Sydney, Maxwell and Tucker.
This is Sydney and Tucker chilling at my brother-in-law's house. A few weeks ago, myself, my husband and my brother-in-law took a trip down to Atlanta to visit my mother-in-law. Sydney stayed at Tucker's house while we were down in Georgia. We had a great time, but I think Sydney and Tucker had an even better time. Sydney adores Tucker, who is a four year old yellow lab. She tries to copy everything that he does. I think she might have a little crush on him. Sydney likes to tackle Tucker in the backyard and steal the ball from his mouth (literally) and she follows him around everywhere. They are really cute together.
This is Maxwell. Maxwell recently went to doggie heaven and is happily chasing squirrels and rabbits. Max was a very sweet dog and I miss having him around. He was Jason's dog growing up, a chocolate brown lab. Although I only knew Max for about three years, I've heard many stories about his younger days and growing up with Jason. My favorite story might be how Max use to take a ball to the top of the stairs, let go of it and watch it fall down, and then he would go down the stairs, pick it up, and start all over again. His own game of fetch. Very clever.
These are the dog loves of my life. Truly a man (and woman's) best friend.
This is Sydney and Tucker chilling at my brother-in-law's house. A few weeks ago, myself, my husband and my brother-in-law took a trip down to Atlanta to visit my mother-in-law. Sydney stayed at Tucker's house while we were down in Georgia. We had a great time, but I think Sydney and Tucker had an even better time. Sydney adores Tucker, who is a four year old yellow lab. She tries to copy everything that he does. I think she might have a little crush on him. Sydney likes to tackle Tucker in the backyard and steal the ball from his mouth (literally) and she follows him around everywhere. They are really cute together.
This is Maxwell. Maxwell recently went to doggie heaven and is happily chasing squirrels and rabbits. Max was a very sweet dog and I miss having him around. He was Jason's dog growing up, a chocolate brown lab. Although I only knew Max for about three years, I've heard many stories about his younger days and growing up with Jason. My favorite story might be how Max use to take a ball to the top of the stairs, let go of it and watch it fall down, and then he would go down the stairs, pick it up, and start all over again. His own game of fetch. Very clever.
These are the dog loves of my life. Truly a man (and woman's) best friend.
Thursday, November 1, 2007
Episode 1: Bostic Family Halloween
As you can clearly see from the photo above, we like Star Wars. Jason has loved the series since he was a little kid. I only recently began to appreciate and love the series. This year, we decided to do a Star Wars theme for Halloween. I transformed myself into Princess Leia, and we brought out the cardboard cut out of Yoda and the robotic R2D2 to accompany me.
We acquired R2D2 last Saturday at Southpoint mall in Durham. They had dozens of R2D2s in the window of The Sharper Image, and we just had to go in a take a look. R2D2 responds to your voice commands. He can sing, talk back to you, go on patrol, turn right and left and even monitor a room! R2 is pretty fun to have around, and it fit our theme quite nicely. Sydney is still a little wary of R2, but we've made a lot of progress from the initial barking and jumping fit last weekend.
We had about 20 or so trick-or-treators last night, and it was fun to see the kids' reaction when a costume clad adult answered the door and gave them candy. When we weren't handing out candy, Jason and I (in keeping with our theme) watched Episode 4: A New Hope on DVD. We had a fun night and decided to keep with our Star Wars Halloween tradition for next year.
PS - Can you spot Sydney in the background of the picture?
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