Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Meet Bucky


Bucky is the Coues Whitetail that Nate killed last fall and now, the newest member of the Townsend household.

Bucky is from Sonoita Arizona, but is now enjoying his new residence in the East Valley. Bucky enjoys long perches on the wall, staring contests, and the quiet game. He loves to provide 24 hour surveillance of the living room, cast funky shadows on the floor that will startle you if you're not paying attention, and psychologically torture Maycee. ...we're working on that one (bad bucky). Bucky takes great pride in his delicious taste. ...and believe me, he tastes good!

Nate's been admiring him since he brought him home on Saturday: talking to him, "Oh hey deer!", circling him from all angles, "yep, this is definitely his best side", and thanking him for letting him take him home, "Thanks deer for letting me kill you." Presh.

Welcome home Bucky, welcome home

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Mamma Mia

In order to get the full effect of this post, you should think about listening to the video below as you read...Ooo I'm excited for you!


Last weekend I had the pleasure of going with my mom and sister to see live and on stage...drum-roll please......
Mamma Mia!

And let me tell you, in all its cheesy musical glory, was uh-mazing! I saw the movie version a couple summers ago when it came out with Meryl Streep and Amanda Seyfried and LOVED it!...My mom might have loved it even more than me... you should ask her how many times she saw it in the theatre. 


Mamma Mia, here I go again...

Super trouper, beams are gonna blind me (soo-poo-pah troup-oop-pah)...

Water-loo, couldn't escape if I wanted to...

You are the dancing queen, feel the beat of the tambourine... 

Take a chance on me (take a chance take a chance take-a-take-a chance chance)


And I don't care what anyone says...Abba songs are the shiz!

Sunday, May 22, 2011

Thursday, May 19, 2011

Monday, May 9, 2011

Stumped


As I was leaving work today, making my usual beeline for the time clock, I passed a man standing near the refrigerated soft drinks that required me to do a double take. No, I did not look twice at him for his dashing middle-aged man-ness, nor his receding hairline, or even his frontal orb of a beer belly. But rather, for these bad boys:


What are these?? Are these shoes? Ultra durable toe socks? Gloves…but for your feet? I am so confused. I wanted to stare for a minute to satisfy my curiosity but I couldn’t have him flatter himself thinking I wanted a piece of that or something (Insert Joey Tribbiani's “How YOU doin?” here). I mean, what look are they even going for with this footwear?…if you can even call it that. Because I’m pretty sure that guys feet looked like the foot of some sort of reptile, or Avatar, or amphibious creature that should be hopping from lily pad to lily pad in some endangered rainforest somewhere. But alas, here he was, at my place of employment, nowhere near any large bodies of water, small ponds, or flying mountain banshees.    


I guess some questions we’re just never meant to know the answer to.       

Saturday, May 7, 2011

Super K9

It's a bird...

It's a plane...

It's...

AQUA DOG!






...Oh and Ham-bone

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

Here Kitty Kitty...

If there was ever a rivalry I underestimated (i.e. peanut butter vs jelly, myspace vs facebook, nsync vs. backstreet boys, and so on and so forth) it would be that of the dog and the cat.


I used to think that the dog vs. cat thing was simply a myth. I mean, I know lots of households where the two species peacefully coexist. This is not the case, however with my two labs. You see, we do not own any cats, in fact, cats make me nervous...but that's besides the point. ... Anyway, my next door neighbor has cats and they like to strut their stuff on top of my brick wall taunting my dogs, and suddenly, folks, the battle for middle earth has ensued right in my own backyard! Maycee's fur puffs up like a blow fish, making all kinds of growls and scowls and barking noises, while her eyes turn red and smoke comes out of her ears. ...well not really, that last part, but just about. All while the stinkin' cat hisses and claws at her from atop the wall. Gunther even makes noise at the cat and Gunther NEVER barks...except when he wants to be fed... or wants to chew on the empty water bottle I just finished. He's learned that if he can get a running start he can sort of ricochet off of the poop bucket to get a few extra inches on the wall;  by doing so he almost took off the cats tail the other day. One point for Gunther.


Every morning when a new battle begins I am tempted to let them duke it out amongst themselves. I always chicken out though...not for fear of losing; after all it's two dogs against one cat and, let's face it, my dogs are pretty BA. But mostly just because I do like my next door neighbor and I'd probably feel kind of bad if one of mine injured one of hers. ...that and my other next door neighbor who I actually strongly dislike, always makes up bogus complaints to the HOA about our dogs and I certainly can't give him any ammunition. So instead of unleashing a can of whoop-@$$, I'll simply have to settle for some canine intimidation tactics courtesy of Mace and Gun-Dog that'll leave that kitty running for the door yelling,
"Who let the dogs out??"
          
 

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