Brutie's BFF

My puppy has a best friend, and his name is Winston. Winston's house is totally rad. They're allowed to eat and drink until they hurl, surf porn on the internet, and have the best squeakie toys this side of Kentucky. Sometimes Brutie misses his friend so much he runs away from home to Winston's. I've actually seen him head butt their front door - his version of "knocking" to get Winston's attention for some play time. They've gotten close, you see, because Phil and I have done a bit of traveling this year and Brutie almost always stays at Winston's. Now, I'm afraid, Winston might be more awesome than me. I think I'm ok with that, since my neighbors look after our boy so lovingly.

Weekend in NYC

This past weekend my Kiwi and I went to NYC for a wedding in Brooklyn. Julie and Brendon had a picture perfect day: she looked stunning and he looked totally smitten. We all joked that, one day, their kiddos will have red hair, freckles, and big blue eyes. Those two are like two peas in a pod, it was just awesome to be a witness and celebrate with them. The only bummer about the photos that I took with my super sweet camera is that not many people know how to use it, so the one photo that shows off how nice we look when we actually shower, shave, and put on our best cologne happens to be of me blinking. We also spent time with my aunts, uncles, and grandpa, ate lots of good food, celebrated Mother's Day, and walked around Manhattan on Monday. Might I add that I'm still sore from that walk. I wore heels that I can usually wear all day, but there's something in the concrete in the city that laughs at any pedestrian in flip flops or shoes like mine. Yea, I saw a few pedestrians in flip flops. That's just gross, not to mention painful looking.

The little neighbor kids that live next to my aunt and uncle recently acquired the most adorable little puppy, Pinky. Oh my gosh, I could not put that dog down, and couldn't stop thinking about her cutness after they went home. For a one-pound creature, that little nugget has as much energy as Big Brutie. Can you see how little she is from the photos below? Her paw is about the size of Philly's finger nail!

Mama Bird

BEWARE: Anyone that messes with my Kiwi, my Brutie, or my spirit gets a thorough tongue lashing from yours truly. Remember the time Nedtilla the Nasty Neighbor of Lexington accused my Brutus of crapping on his lawn and trying to force me to immediately pick it up? Remember the time an old high school bully tried to befriend me on Facebook? How about the Tale of the Sewing Witch Named Bertha who told a lovely lady that her seam allowances sucked? Or Hilda, the Wicked Ex Boss of the North who once called that same lovely lady a joke? Well, this Mama Bird has swooped in to my Kiwi's rescue. A gosh-darned YouTube subscriber commented on a very special video of ours and said [about my Kiwi and Father-in-Law's motorbike riding style]:

your both bad riders, but at least the dad is takin it slow and safe. the kid took off with no helmet and left the side stand down...

"Oh no he didn't!", I bet you're saying with the wind knocked outta you, huh?

Oh yes. Yes fair internet, he did.

So you all know that this particular video is special because Philly rebuilt both motorbikes with the intention of riding side by side with his Dad during their first visit to our home in Kentucky from half way around the world. Also notable was that Pops hadn't ridden a motorbike in 30+ years. Flash forward, and the Bonneville is so sacred to my Kiwi that it is now propped in an enclave of our recently refinished basement, all glisteny like a trophy.

So there I was, rolling up my sleeves for the verbal beat-down of this 40-something-YouTube-abuser's life.

WOW. You're very rude. Did you watch the entire video? Because the "kid" only took the bike to to the top of the driveway. He eventually put his helmet on when they actually rode off... I always make him wear it, even though they were only riding in the neighborhood. If you read the summary of the video, you'd know that they had never ridden together before, and were therefore taking their time getting settled, especially for the father who hadn't been on a bike in 30+ years!

I know what you're thinking. I wasn't harsh enough, right?

Girls Weekend

Last weekend I made my way to Upstate New York for some very overdue girl time with my peeps. We ate, we cried, we had fun announcements, and some of us drank green beer. Yes, it so happens that the weekend of my visit was also St. Patrick's Day celebrations across the land. So of course we went to a bar, I didn't wear green (and almost never do, for some odd reason), and danced our rendition of an Irish Jig. Somewhere in-between I met my two favorite Rochester babies, my wee niece Izzy, and future lady killer Trey. It was my first time meeting Izzy, I got such a kick out of her eyebrows, those suckers are so expressive! And Trey, as usual, is just getting bigger and cuter by the second. Also significant last weekend was my discovery of Teavana at Eastview Mall. Tea is the new coffee, people. I have been drinking Sweet Oolong Revolution, though it was really hard to decide between a few flavors.