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Man, mum has been running my ass ragged the last few days...
...but I wouldn't trade a single minute of it for the world.
*sighs* We went to the health fair today and got blood drawn for a panel... her fasting blood sugar was 143. 113 is considered high, so 143 is... well, fucking horrible. Mine was 89. It just goes to show her pancreas is getting really bad.
We spent the day shopping and saw The Watchmen. It was good. We both dug the soundtrack.
Marv is rapidly improving! He has a suprisingly fluent grasp of the English language. He's finally conquering his fear of dog toys, and finally played with his stuffed duck I bought him. While the quack still frightens him, he's getting over it. I pondered on why a bird dog would be afraid of a quacking duck, but then I realized, since he doesn't hardly bark at anything which is highly unusual for a German Shorthair, but must have been beaten whenever he made any noise, squeaky toys included. But as we were playing, I said to him "Go show mom your duck!" and without any hesitation he turned, walked all the way through the house, went into the laundry room where my mother was doing laundry, and showed her his duck! Holy shit, right? Then my mom goes "Good boy, Marv! Now go show dad your duck!" so he turns around and walks back through the house, PAST me, and straight to my father, and shows him his duck! Oh, how awesome! I can't wait to start teaching him some really cool tricks! By the by, does anyone know where to get a pretty cheap tee shirt launcher? I decided Marv and I need to play some extreme squeaky duck fetch. We have 16 acres of land, I figure if I load the duck into a tee shirt launcher and fire it, it'll give Marv a really awesome run for his money. This dog is built for speed, and has already molested every inch of our 16 acres with his nose. I want to make sure I keep him sufficiently stimulated.
On a side note, I went bikini shopping with my mum. I liked mine so much we called Becca and she wanted a matching one. Now I'm trying to talk Amy into buying the same one so we can all go hang out at White Water and claim to be triplets. Hah.
Eh... I'm kind of chunky, but I still have 3 months to whip myself into awesome shape before the summer officially starts. I totally love this bikini because of its Army-esque style and color. I think I look fab in that shade of green!
...but I wouldn't trade a single minute of it for the world.
*sighs* We went to the health fair today and got blood drawn for a panel... her fasting blood sugar was 143. 113 is considered high, so 143 is... well, fucking horrible. Mine was 89. It just goes to show her pancreas is getting really bad.
We spent the day shopping and saw The Watchmen. It was good. We both dug the soundtrack.
Marv is rapidly improving! He has a suprisingly fluent grasp of the English language. He's finally conquering his fear of dog toys, and finally played with his stuffed duck I bought him. While the quack still frightens him, he's getting over it. I pondered on why a bird dog would be afraid of a quacking duck, but then I realized, since he doesn't hardly bark at anything which is highly unusual for a German Shorthair, but must have been beaten whenever he made any noise, squeaky toys included. But as we were playing, I said to him "Go show mom your duck!" and without any hesitation he turned, walked all the way through the house, went into the laundry room where my mother was doing laundry, and showed her his duck! Holy shit, right? Then my mom goes "Good boy, Marv! Now go show dad your duck!" so he turns around and walks back through the house, PAST me, and straight to my father, and shows him his duck! Oh, how awesome! I can't wait to start teaching him some really cool tricks! By the by, does anyone know where to get a pretty cheap tee shirt launcher? I decided Marv and I need to play some extreme squeaky duck fetch. We have 16 acres of land, I figure if I load the duck into a tee shirt launcher and fire it, it'll give Marv a really awesome run for his money. This dog is built for speed, and has already molested every inch of our 16 acres with his nose. I want to make sure I keep him sufficiently stimulated.
On a side note, I went bikini shopping with my mum. I liked mine so much we called Becca and she wanted a matching one. Now I'm trying to talk Amy into buying the same one so we can all go hang out at White Water and claim to be triplets. Hah.
Eh... I'm kind of chunky, but I still have 3 months to whip myself into awesome shape before the summer officially starts. I totally love this bikini because of its Army-esque style and color. I think I look fab in that shade of green!