04 April 2010
I got a puppy!
His name is Jasper. Okay, so it's not a real puppy. He's more of a yard ornament. But I still think he's pretty bitchin'. My parents bought a couple similar statuettes for their friends who just moved into a new house. For whatever reason, my dad went back and got one for me. He said it was because I've always wanted a puppy. Never mind that I actually had a puppy of my very own once. I'm still delighted.
Jasper was pretty much the highlight of my weekend. I had to spend nearly two hours at church last night, as my future sister-in-law was being confirmed. She converted to Catholicism. Easter vigil mass is the ultimate in suck. It's late on Saturday and it takes for-goddamn-fucking-ever. So many readings, so much bullshit. One of the readings was the story of Creation from ... Genesis? Hearing it read aloud just really makes me wonder how people can take that as gospel (pun only somewhat intended). Good Lord almighty, are people dumb. IT'S A STORY.
The trip wasn't nearly as bad as I feared it would be, though. My sister was an asshole only once (to me ... she was an asshole to our brother at least a couple of times while I was there), and everyone else was fairly civil the rest of the time. I bonded a bit with the future sister-in-law over hairstyling plans for the wedding. Fun!
I wasn't happy about having to miss nearly all of the second basketball game last night, but once I got out of church and saw the score (okay, I actually checked it a couple of times during church) and saw stupid Duke kicking West Virginia's ass, I didn't care as much. No Jesus statute for me this year, I guess.
You know what? Jasper wasn't the only highlight. My time with the real dog was excellent. I was scolded for playing with her and getting her all riled up. My response? "What is the point of having a dog if you don't play with it?" Come on people. And it's not like I was the only one playing with her -- my brother was as well. How my sister ended up not liking dogs is beyond me. She's so odd.
I did get a lovely walk around Lake Calhoun in this afternoon. While walking to the lake, I saw a cat on a leash. This isn't that new to me at this point. It's still confusing, but I've seen it enough that it doesn't stop me in my tracks. However, at the lake, I did see something fairly ridiculous -- a bird on a leash. Based on a quick Google search, it seems it was an African gray parrot. I'm not sure if a parrot on a leash (being carried, as well) is more or less odd than seeing the people with their dogs in the canine version of the Baby Bjorn.
Guess it's back to the grind tomorrow. At least my week will be shaken up a bit. I'm watching the national championship game with The Boy I Currently Like tomorrow night (GO BUTLER!), and I have other plans later in the week. Plus, BASEBALL! Of course, the Twins are starting on the West Coast, which means late nights for Jess. I guess that's the price to pay for having an outdoor stadium in a cold climate. Doesn't matter, though. I'm just glad its Spring.
Also, I'm hoping the rain we're supposed to get will help my allergies. Sweet buttery Christ, have I been miserable the last couple of days.