Thursday night on the couch, watching Chopped (Episode 225 - All-Burger Meal).
- hamburger buns
- chocolate peanut clusters
- shaved coconut
- sesame seeds
Me to Heather, mockingly predicting what the annoying male contestant is going to make: “Derrrrrp. Yeah I’m going to make a Bread Pudding Burger!”
Audio from the TV: “I’m going to make a Bread Pudding Burger.”
Me to the TV: I told you! Goddammit! You’re so predictable!
Me to Heather: If the next girl makes French Toast, I’m going to kill someone tonight!
Me, mockingly predicting to the TV what the respectable female contestant will make: “I’m going to make Coconut Ice Cream and a Hamburger Bun French Toast!”
Audio from the TV: “I’m going to prepare a Shaved Coconut Ice Cream and Hamburger Bun French Toast.”
Heather, terrified and jumping away from me: “Oh!My!God! BB! WHO ARE YOU GOING TO KILL?!
Both of us: *uncontrollable laughter*
💙💚 1 year date-iversary
It’s safe to say it was the happiest year of my life!
A few more scenes from the second day of our drive down Highway 1 (details in the photo captions.).
Another Window Into Our Life
Sunday afternoon on the couch, watching the announcement of the 2014 USA Men’s Hockey Olympic Roster
Heather (without her eyeglasses): BB? Why do they all look like they’re 12?
Me: Because they are.
Saturday morning at the breakfast table.
Me: *big sad sigh*
Heather: What’s wrong, BB?
Me: They call me “Mr. Boombastic.” :-(
Heather: Who does?!
This panorama doesn’t do justice to the view. It’s truly breathtaking (especially with Heather in view).
Click to biggify.
A few more quick shots from our first day on Route 1. The first is the enormous pile of ice cream I was served at Marianne’s (Snickerdoodle cookie dough. It was amazing.). The second shows the Bixby Bridge carrying Route 1 over the jagged Pacific coast at Big Sur. The last is the sunset, which was one of the most beautiful moments of my life.
More moments from Half Moon Bay.
Last Tuesday, actually. Our last morning in the bay area, just before we started our drive down Route 1.
Yesterday, actually. Sunset at Big Sur. Spectacular.
It was raining too hard for a real walk this morning, so we just did this for about 15 minutes instead.
- Sleep. We need it. We haven’t gotten any sustained sleep since we brought her home. Human babies are easy because you can just leave them in their crib and let them cry and put in ear plugs so you don’t hear their shrieks, but big ass puppies don’t just cry, they whack you in your face and crotch with their giant Fritos paws, and they jump on the bed, and they don’t leave you alone until you take them outside at 2am so they can squat for 3 seconds and let out ketchup packet’s worth of pee before refusing to come back inside. Rinse and repeat several times a night.
- Poop. She makes it. A lot of it.
- Name. She has one. We through a few options around for a day. Buzz… Cosmo… We really liked Poe, but decided it sounded too much like “No” and that would just cause confusion and problems moving forward. We wanted something that began with a hard consonant sound to quickly grab her attention. We settled on Dana, or Special Agent Dana Scully, for short.
- Energy. She has it. All of it. We give her a good workout every morning in the backyard before we crate her while we are at work. I’ve been going home for lunch all week to let her out and let her run around for another 20 minutes before crating her again until ~5pm. Then every evening we spend time walking and running and fetching, all in the hopes of expending enough energy that she will maybe, just maybe, oh for the sweet love of all that is holy, sleep through the night. So far it doesn’t seem like we’re doing enough because she’s rambunctious and constantly wanting to wrestle, no matter the hour of day. We’re investigating ways to keep her brain working while she’s crated (already have a Kong that we stuff w/ some pb), and we are open to advice/suggestions.
- Love. We share it. Oh yes. So much love.
My girlfriend the wraith, dancing to Marilyn Manson’s “The Beautiful People”
Slo-Mo is pretty fun.