A few weeks back we put our blessed old soul, Gus, down. Gus had been with us since the first few months that Joel and I had dated. I was out on a job in L.A., Dallas, wherever, and Joel called to tell me that a dog had been following him. It was Gus, who must have seen a pretty good ride in Joel, what with Lucy and Red following him. Those girls were nothing but beautiful. Gus came to us scruffy, skinny and beat up. He barely had any teeth and he had a bad case of heartworms. We were able to miraculously subdue him for a month in order to kill the heartworms and he grew into a beautiful dog with a loving and dear personality. I'll never forget how he followed me around when I was pregnant with Jake. He never let me out of his site. He loved Red dearly and was the only one with her when she died. He tolerated Izzy until he loved her and Izzy never felt anything but utmost adoration for him. He set Miss Pico straight from the moment she showed up, letting her know the hierarchy of the household with a simple and gruff growl. We will always miss you, Gus. You we're our boy. I know you are there with beautiful Red, romping her up for a good run to keep her in shape. You two are waiting for us, while Lucy sheriff's the whole rainbow bridge population.
I'm sorry it's been so long since I've enlightened anyone out there with my witty observations about life, etc. I am currently feeling the heat of yet another catering season blowing it's steamy breath into my eyes and causing my heart to pace a little quicker. My bank account hungers for those caterings while my joints roll over and hit the snooze button. I'm already plotting t-shirts . . ."I survived Catering Season '07" TACODELI!! I am looking forward to, to, to, ummmmmm, nothing. I get more tattoos on my birthday, yippee. I'm about to enroll in Introduction to WWW Authoring and XHTML, the first website design class at ACC Informal Learning. Just creating a little backup plan if you know what I mean, hint, hint, wink, wink. These joints ain't gettin' any younger and I'll be damned if I'll be greeting losers at the local Wal-Mart in my 70's.
Kindergarten is upon me and I have no idea what to do. I'm terrified. I can already see Jake graduating, and thank god, apparently he plans to have me live with him forever in order to show him how to make ramen and also tell him how to get to his best friend, Brandon's, house. He mentioned we needed to get beer first. I have no idea where he got that idea!
Well, I've written more than I expected. Keep on keeping on and don't forget to stretch, breathe and smile, every hour, every minute.
Oh, swimming season is closing in on us. Don't forget to get your dunk on as much as you can in the next few weeks. The title is linked to Austin's pool schedule.
Sorry, I'm no photographer.
