Damn Skippy

*Started Monday night*

Skippy has continued his disobedient ways. I did find this which might help me. I had left him out this morning and got a call from my neighbor (she's now working nights) about him howling. He doesn't want to come when I call him. This may be partially my fault for making him come for unpleasant things.

*Thursday morning*

Well, I've been taking him out in the morning on the leash. He still isn't real good about listening, but I read that's not unusual for Beagles/Beagle mixes. I guess I have to continue to work with him to train him better. Work? Man, dogs. Darn cute log of a dog.

Quite Possibly the Best Thing You Could Do For Your Car

Sometimes, sometimes, the Secretary of State gets something right. This is one of those rare times. In case you haven't seen this before, you can look for personalized plates and see what's available and it will even let you see what it looks like.

Plate It Your Way

Here's a couple I came up with.







Thanks to Temporary Madness for the link

I Can Feel It

Weird weekend. I had Good Friday off, but on Thursday one of my co-workers collapsed at work and was taken to the hospital. They think it may have been a blood clot in his heart, but it is likely related to stress caused by his supervisor. He should be ok, but I haven't heard anything more about him.

Friday, since I was off (er... had a holiday), I went over to a guy from the Subaru forums house and helped him install some parts on his car. I took Skippy with me and another guy from the forums brought his dog. The dogs played. The weather was totally awesome.

I was supposed to pick Dan from the airport, but he missed his flight due to an incompetent cabbie. I ended up going to dinner with John at Memphis Smoke where we sat in the upstairs outside deck and had beers and food. I was not feeling so hot and didn't do anything else that night. Dan's rescheduled flight was supposed to arrive at 8am so I went to bed a bit early.

Saturday morning as I was getting ready to leave for the airport when I got a call from Dan. He had fallen asleep and missed his flight. He was able to get it rescheduled again for the afternoon. I picked him up and we went to late lunch at Lucy's in GP. Saturday was hanging out at Sarah and Jackie's. We watched Shaun of the Dead. Hilarious every time I see it. I was tired though, because of the early wakeup for the non-flight.

Sunday I drove down to my Grandma's house and had dinner there. Skippy tried to take off a couple times, so I had to run him down. He certainly enjoys making me chase him. Also, I think he's shedding his winter coat, leaving the interior of my car a hairy mess. I need a giant lint roller. There had been talk of doing something Sunday night, but everybody was tired and whatnot, as was I so I stayed in and only watched a little TV.

Today, after work, I went to get my oil changed. When I got home, Dan called, needing a ride to the airport. I took Dan to the airport. It was uneventful.

The second your body is ready: grow one.

This weekend was pretty good, although Friday I didn't do much, as I was feeling pretty tired. Saturday, though, I talked on the phone with Dan for a while. That night I went out to dinner with Austin, Steve and Elizabeth. It was for Elizabeth's birthday so we went to this Cuban restaurant downtown called Vincente's. It was really good, but we didn't really realize what the drink prices were, and between 5 of us (Elizabeth's cousin Sarah also came to dinner) the liquor portion of our bill was ~$80. Mojitos are awesome though. I will be serving them at some party in the future.

After dinner we went to the Town Pump where we met up with Gerry and Melissa, and a couple other of Elizabeth's friends. I guess the Town Pump must be a popular stop on bar crawls as we saw at least 4 different bachelorette parties come and go. Austin was picked to do a shot with one of the bachelorettes. I don't know about everyone else, but I got pretty decently drunk. *fuzzy memory recollection* I think I had 6 pints. In any case I was a little hungover this morning. My parents came over for dinner and I ordered pizza. The delivery guy forgot the breadsticks and came back later with them, I forgot to add tip to the credit card slip, so I gave him a couple buck when he returned. It would have worked out either way.

Ooo. Check my MySpace profile for a picture of my latest facial hairstyle. It's inspired by a television sitcom. That's it I guess, for now.

The Great Skip-scape

I decided to go a show after having dinner at the Redcoat with Austin, Beckie and JohnandJulie. The show was at the Berkley Front, and was this band, The Singles, who Austin and I had seen before, but for whom the new drummer was Brian G. formerly of Catalog Only.

Skippy was being a brat and didn't want to come inside so I thought he'd be ok outside, as the garage was open if he wanted to stay dry. Now I had some reservations about leaving him outside all day, and as it turns out, those reservations were well founded.

I drove over to the Front and I'm inside for only maybe 15 minutes, when I get a call from "Mike". It turns out that Skippy had managed to escape from the backyard and was found by a neighbor just down the block. The neighbor was on his way to the bowling alley and dropped Skippy off with me in front of the Berkley Front. I then drove him home and locked him in the crate. After that I went back for the rest of the show, having only been detoured for maybe 15 minutes.

The show was pretty good, although the second band, The Red Rocks were kind of meh. Brian's band, though, was really good, but having seen them before as a four-piece, I felt their sound was a little thin as a power trio.

Back to the fence issue, the weak point is my gate. It's only really held up by some bungie cords, and Skippy was able to push the gate enough to stretch and squeeze out. Maybe I shouldn't let him get any skinnier. :) Anyway, I guess I'll have to think of a way to fortify the gate if he's going to stay outside when I'm gone. I also need to get him a new I.D. tag with my phone number on it so "Mike" doesn't get calls about him.

I just insulted him in a Scottish accent... "You're just a big fat log!" Skippy that it, not "Mike".

I guess I'm lucky he didn't get too far and didn't wander out into the street at an inopportune time.

Now he's trying to look all innocent and put-upon. Stupid, cute, dog.