Bed Bug

Potato and I have been proud parents for a week now.  Bug is a really sweet dog but all he wants to do is snuggle (under the blankets... which is weird).  I wouldn't really mind this but he's promoting a very sedated lifestyle that I wasn't looking for nor did I expect.  I wanted the puppy to be the key to me not having to join a gym.  I guess in a way he is this key, as I am incapable of turning down a snuggle.  I just hope that it gets better when the weather is warmer.  I really want to romp in the park behind our apartment.  

Happy Potato Day

Kdog, Joeby, and Potato are loosing to Maura and Eric in their brackets.  HA!

More good news - I was talking to the mom that I work for about how big Baby's head is and she told me that it's in the 87 percentile. Awesome.

And lastly, Potato and I went shopping for Bug today.  We got it (I still don't know if it's a girl or boy) a cage and as many squeaky toys as Potato would allow.  I also got some of those "begging for bacon" treats.  The ad totally worked on me.  Kdog would understand.

zombie walk

Going back and forth from Chicago to EL always messes with my sleep.  Even though I've been exhausted the past couple of nights I've been falling asleep around 2am. 

Don't want to complain though, I always enjoy meeting up with people in Chicago.  But I think next time I'd like to have a game night rather than a 4am bar night.  

This February was somehow not as bad as it usually.  For me, February is as welcome and as charming as the blackened snow that accompanies it.  I guess this time around I kept busy.  I visited with Peef and went back to Chicago the weekend after for KStillz surprise and my own birthday party.  My party was fun.  I think I’ll continue to host whirly parties.  I like that much better than your average bar night or house party.  It’s something different, almost sporty, and always a good time.    

Moose also came in for a visit last month.  To be honest, I thought it was a little ridiculous that he would come into town to visit and immediately go have “boy’s night” with my guy friends and Potato… but whatever.  That night Mum and most of the family decided to Skype me at 11:30pm. I think only Big Bird and Peef knew that I had been drinking then.  However, rather than be bashful about the situation I thought it was funny.   So naturally, I continued to do so throughout the conversation. The next day was Beer Fest. It was a successful event if you ignore both that I was trying to keep up with the boys drink-for-drink and then continue to ignore the end results that that caused. 

I just got the photo of the dog Potato and I are going to get.  It’s a chorkie- Chihuahua/Yorkie mix. I gotta say… I think I’m right in wanting to name it Bug.  I'll post the picture as soon as I can.