Weeeekend

We really need 5 day weekends and 2 day work weeks. I think we'd all live a lot longer.

Friday night we did sheep herding, from about 6-8. Marc and I got into a little fight over this, because he was grumpy about having to be there for so long. I was mad because he was being grumpy (he honked the car horn at me when I went for our last fetch). So there was much grumpiness in the car on the way home, except for Bandit, who was just pooped (and poopy smelling).

We had dinner, then went to Blockbuster to rent a movie (still in sour moods, if I recall). We picked up a copy of Margaret Cho's comedy show, and 13 Going On 30. Kenny came over to hang out with us. By this time, I think we were in better moods. Anyways, I opened up the case for the Margaret Cho DVD, and instead found a copy of In July. Clearly not what we rented. Kenny and Marc wanted to check it out anyways, joking, "in case it's porn." It turned out to be some foreign film. So we watched 13 Going On 30, which was okay, but not that good. I don't think the guys enjoyed it much.

Saturday morning we gave the dog a bath, then went to the grocery store to pick up stuff for the dinner rolls I wanted to make (the recipe was supposed to make rolls like the ones at Texas Roadhouse). I took Bandit to classes in the afternoon, and started making the rolls when I got home.

Cynthia, my brothers, and my parents all came over for dinner. My dinner rolls, incidentally, turned out more like biscuits. I'm not really sure what happened. But they were totally not like the restaurant ones. They still seemed to enjoy them, although I suspect they were just being nice (Marc assured me that they were good). Good or not though, they weren't what I was trying to make! So I gotta figure out what I did wrong.

After that we went to Armadillo Willy's for dinner, which turned out to be pretty good. They can be pretty inconsistent sometimes. My parents went home after dinner, and Cynthia and my brothers came back to our place.

I'd wanted to go see Open Water, but Marc said, "I'm not going to pay $10 for a 78-minute movie." Marc likes to make unequivocal statements like that. "I'm not going to wait until 9 'o clock to eat dinner." "I'm not going to chew my drink" (in regards to boba tea). It drives me batty - especially since I'm more Type B and he's so Type A. Anyways, I told him I was going to start writing those statements down, because it might make for an amusing read later.

So we'd managed to exchange our copy of In July for what we'd actually rented, and ended up watching that on Saturday night. It was pretty funny, some parts had us rolling. Then Kenny and Leslie left, since Leslie had to drive all the way back to Menlo Park, and Cynthia, Marc and I played some Mario Kart and Mario Party on the Gamecube.

I woke up early Sunday morning, took Bandit to class for an hour (there's the cutest little bull terrier puppy in that class, who Bandit loves to play with), and then Marc and I went to Home Depot to order some sod. The last grass we laid down all pretty much died out on us, partly because our sprinklers didn't go far enough. Luckily, we found out that the builders had put extensions in for the sprinkler system, so all we had to do was buy new sprinkler heads to cover the rest of the yard.

We lazed around for most of the rest of the afternoon. I took Bandit to one more class (he let a couple kids actually pet him, but then barked at one kid who was standing there staring at him - his trigger right now seems to be people who seem very intent on him, either staring, or very deliberately wanting to pet him - he's fine when he's not the center of attention). Some people walking through the store had a 190-pound English Mastiff. This thing looked like a small pony. A small child could ride that dog, I'm sure of it. Beautiful dog though, was like a gentle giant. His name was Titan, which seemed appropriate to me!

After dinner, Marc suggested we go see a movie. When he suggested Open Water, I replied, "I thought you didn't want to pay $10 for a 78-minute movie!" The showing wasn't until 9 pm, and we debated going to see a movie so late on a Sunday night. So we flipped a coin, and went to see the movie.

It was pretty good. There were some parts where I think I was gripping the seat handles pretty tight. I don't think I'll ever go scuba diving again, unless it's right by the shore. We totally laughed during the parts where the wife started to blame the husband for them being in their predicament, because we both knew that I would totally do that if we were in the same situation ("You always have to go do our own thing, why couldn't we have just stayed with the group?!?").

We got home, and I had a little trouble falling asleep because my stomach ached from all the popcorn.