thebeckybug

I had a wonderful weekend, so I will reveal it to you.

Friday evening. I did not make any babysitting commitments (thank god) and instead had dinner with my grandparents. Grandparents make for the best double dates ever. Mine are a wonderful mix of levelheadedness (Grandpa) and conversational (Grandma.) Plus, they let me talk and talk. Having a boyfriend who enjoys being around my family is something I like to exploit, as well. I remember being younger and wanting to hang out with the g’rents, but was too confused about the generational gap to ever make real conversation. Today it is my most favorite part of our conversations. Grandma is great at capturing and relating memories. Dates like these are the best I’ve ever been on.

Saturday morning. 8:30AM is early for a Saturday morning, but I signed Shade up for an agility class in hopes of helping him become the dog he always wanted to be. It was quite a roller coaster. He was great at the obstacles, but is bored by so called “focus activities.” For a few milli-moments at a time I would capture his undivided attention and he would actually forget there were other dogs there (yay Shade!) But then every time he remembered, he felt the need to body lunge in their general direction. You see, then my arm would either come out of the socket or he’d pull my whole body forward with him. I fell out of my chair twice because the weimaraner barked.

Saturday afternoon. Ran errands with the boy all afternoon. One of which was to get a specific kind of dog treat for Shade’s class. It’s called a food roll. Looks like a very VERY large summer sausage (seriously, I had to use two hands to hold it.) I felt the need to yell SNAUSSAGE all along the ride home. I considered getting the video camera out, unwrapping the whole 12″ roll and seeing how quickly the dogs consumed it, while yelling SNAUSSAGE! Instead cut it up into a million trillion pea-sized bits and refrigerated it. As wacko as that sounds, the point when I said “I think I want a fanny pack to hold the treats” was the defining moment of my dog-craziness.

Saturday evening. Did I tell you I got a mandolin? The thing is awesome. We had company over to our house, following the necessary mad dash clean up (such a plus!) The conversation was great, the food was nonexistent, the animals were wild, and the music was … experimental? Jeremy played guitar and I accompanied/tried to keep up on the mandolin and it was just wonderful. I’m so glad he had the foresight to record it, and now I’m in a band. Well, a musical duo, and we even came up with a name. And thus is Ginger Root.

Sunday. Another early wakeup was followed by a day of golf. Being outside in Austin, the season change to summer could not have been celebrated more effectively. I think I ended up 7 strokes shorter than my last game, thus confirming that the adorable shoes were an appropriate purchase. I also got some pointers on my form, two free meals, and quality time in with the guys, not to mention a great tan.

Sunday evening. June Birthdays/Father’s Day celebration out at the lake. Grilling, more music and awesome cousins. Hilarity ensues when grandma says “poop.” I can’t wait till we get out the wine at the family reunion.

To cap it off, I got to visit with my most wonderful friend in Dallas on Monday afternoon. The girl time was much overdue, though there was a disturbing lack of lingerie pillow fighting.