Well, I hate to say this, but my pseudo family is coming to an end. As of tomorrow, Monday, the 27th of April, 2009, Finney will be leaving our home and returning to his rightful owners. Cooper is worried that I might become depressed with his parting, but I tell myself “Self, it will be ok. I’m sure he will be back for visits and maybe you can now get a dog of your own!” When all three of us are home we go out for walks as a family and declare it as such. We say “Hey family, let’s all go for a walk as a family. Oh, family. How great our little family is!” Finney is the son, cooper is the dad and I am the mom. None of this is legit. Cooper and I are not married and Finney is 1.) not a person (although he pretty much is) and 2.) he is not even our dog. Anyhow, time with the big brown boy has been superb. He moved in with us two days after we moved to our new place so we really don’t know this space without him in it. I’m sure there will be some rough transition moments but at least he is just across the bay if I need my Finney fix. Really, his owners need Fintherapy more than I do right now (in trying to adjust to life on land after being at sea for 7 months and now having to get back to “reality”). Oh, and a highlight of a final moment with the Fin-dog: last night we were watching a movie (a rarity these days) and at the very end of the movie Finney (who was sitting right next to me with his rear towards me) farted. We laughed at how loud the passing of wind was but realized as we got up after the movie concluded that it was not just a fart. It was a SHART! All over my arm and our sofa cover. Oh, Finney.
Month: April 2009
home to eat some soft foods
This weekend I’m going home to help celebrate my grandmum’s 90th birthday. She is the remaining matriarch of the Beckord clan so a royal gala is in order. For me it will be an opportunity to eat soft foods with the other 90 year olds at her party while thinking about all the wine and steak Cooper will be enjoying in Argentina. Yes, I’ll be in a church hall while Cooper is in Argentina. Did I mention Cooper will be in Argentina while I am in cold cold Colorado drinking prune juice? Yeah, Cooper is going to Argentina and I am not.
put your feet up and watch
Two weekends ago I was in Colorado in a supposed “blizzard” at an Elton John concert with my mom and sis. Ali + Elton John =love.
This past weekend I was in SoCal on my feet for 22 hours straight (actually, I slept for 6 hours in between those 22 hours). Ali + 2 weddings in a row = one grumpy gal.
Today I am putting my feet up, working like a horse and finishing my taxes…but before I do all that I have to celebrate this creative video:
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