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1) Watched a couple movies over the weekend. Gran Torino was excellent. Even if I did spend the whole movie thinking “Holy shit! Clint Eastwood=Bruce Wayne in a live action BatBey movie The International was decent. I probably would’ve enjoyed it more if I hadn’t been so sleepy when I watched it.
2) Tried the first 3 eps of Wolverine and the X-men(it was at the rental place). It was ok. Not the best revamp I’ve ever seen by far. And Rogue is annoying.
3) Our plans to go to the river this past weekend were shot. My cousin was working, we had a father’s day dinner at her house (while she wasn’t there and I was somewhat bored…except the amusing political convo the grandparents were having. They’re all rather…not fond of Obama), and Dad managed to hurt himself walking out of the court house Thursday. He just somehow managed to pinch a nerve with his spine. He’s just now starting to walk straight again. (He’s rather prone to back injuries after he fell off a second-story roof and landed on a pine root sometime before I was born)
Oh well, I think we’re off to the beach again this weekend.
4) I can now grill ribs!
5) Yesterday evening, Dad came in and told me my beagle was hit by a car. I cried off and on for the rest of the evening. He was my baby. Since I never cry in front of people (except mom) my brother and father were thrown off. My brother was actually nice. And Dad’s trying to make me feel better by trying to get a new puppy (which would make me feel better in almost any situation save this one); I’d rather wait but he said if we’re gonna get another beagle from the same people it’s probably the right time of year to get one. :/
Anyways, distract me flist. Rec some seriously fluffy fic.
6) On the bright side, I tried the first ep of Castle last night. It was awesome.
2) Tried the first 3 eps of Wolverine and the X-men(it was at the rental place). It was ok. Not the best revamp I’ve ever seen by far. And Rogue is annoying.
3) Our plans to go to the river this past weekend were shot. My cousin was working, we had a father’s day dinner at her house (while she wasn’t there and I was somewhat bored…except the amusing political convo the grandparents were having. They’re all rather…not fond of Obama), and Dad managed to hurt himself walking out of the court house Thursday. He just somehow managed to pinch a nerve with his spine. He’s just now starting to walk straight again. (He’s rather prone to back injuries after he fell off a second-story roof and landed on a pine root sometime before I was born)
Oh well, I think we’re off to the beach again this weekend.
4) I can now grill ribs!
5) Yesterday evening, Dad came in and told me my beagle was hit by a car. I cried off and on for the rest of the evening. He was my baby. Since I never cry in front of people (except mom) my brother and father were thrown off. My brother was actually nice. And Dad’s trying to make me feel better by trying to get a new puppy (which would make me feel better in almost any situation save this one); I’d rather wait but he said if we’re gonna get another beagle from the same people it’s probably the right time of year to get one. :/
Anyways, distract me flist. Rec some seriously fluffy fic.
6) On the bright side, I tried the first ep of Castle last night. It was awesome.
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My first dog ever was hit by a car too. It's funny but for only being a dog she was like the exact equivalent of me. Her coat even matched my hair.
I didn't want another dog after Risty was killed either but I'm glad we have Jemi now. I wouldn't trade her for anything. I'll tell you it is one sucky process to go thru. But you'll love your new dog too and still be able to remember your "original baby".
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He wasn't my first dog ever, but the first of the dogs I'm seriously attached to to die. When the mutt dies I'll actually probably be even more heart-broken. I've had her since the day she was born.
I know I will eventually. (I'm a huge dog-lover in general), Being in college will just make it difficult getting attached to a new one. Especially since my favorite part of coming home was getting to go with the baby in the woods. He loved it. Chased full-grown deer all over the woods.