First Friday of The Month! WOW.

A dear friend comically called "First Friday", "The first friday of the month.." She would ask me, "When are we going to the first friday of the month? How do I get to the first friday of the month?" And I would just... well.. laugh... then I broke it to her. Like a real pal ;)

Sadly, I do this often..

First Friday! The best Friday out of every month (and dang, fridays are good). First friday is like adding honey to your peanut butter and banana sandwich (if you haven't tried it/don't like it -you suck)... the peanut butter and banana sandwich is already awesome (fridays are incredible) but the honey... oh, it's good.

Check out my skirt/short magician act.
When I walk, you can see they're shorts,
when I don't... you think it's a skirt.
Just Fashion? No! It's magic.

What is First Friday you might ask? Well shame on you for not knowing! (see my zeal?) First Friday is San Antonio's way of apologizing for not being Austin and giving us a bit of Austin for 4-5 hours. There's weirdness (clothing, language, gestures..) so never mind that.. but there's art being painted on the street! knick-knacks being sold! Vintage clothing and indie style jewelry. AH sweet baby Jesus! And the wonderful scenery of downtown. 

My mouth looks
real big here but that's not
the point of this picture.
There's about 9-10
"Where's Waldo"'s crossing the street
behind me,
 lol. It's awesome.

My gay friends... HA! jk.








Jealous? OH, Don't be. Like it?

Kallie: "Most Beautiful"

 I adopted Kallie from the Humane Society in April. She was born February 15th.

 

                                       Dang, 

                                          I miss her teddy bear looking face and sweet-smelling

                                                                                                          puppy breath. 

Kallie is turning 8 months this October and I am shocked. Well, since her 2-month-old-peeing-all-over-the-carpet days, her true self has sprung out like a mad cobra (no joke). She's insane. Literally. I don't know where she gets all the energy from but she never stops. ALWAYS has something foreign in her mouth, and she has literally tried to eat my shirts. Oh, and did I mention her attitude? Rebellious and sneaky. She'll find something of mine (that she knows she's not supposed to have) and run all over the apartment trying to find me. She'll find me and make sure I see her, then she'll take off. If I don't chase her, she'll repeat this process. It's a game to her.... but to be honest, I laugh at her rebellion. I think it's such an awesome way of sticking it to the man (wait that's me). It shows she knows I love her but wants to do what she wants to do. Good for you, Kallie... I can't and refuse to adopt that attitude (Jesus is Lord) but I am a fan. 

There she is... sneakidly (I made a word, sue me) 

                hiding behind the couch..

I rushed her to the vet yesterday. Her stomach was pumped (ate something toxic) and now she's just sprawled all over my kitchen floor. 2 minutes ago, I think she ingested some small piece of paper. If there's nothing on the floor, she'll have a bowl of carpet (goodbye deposit). Anyone else have crazy dogs?