SONGS OF THE SEASON

Looking for a hilarious new holiday favourite?  Would you rather laugh at festive songs than contemplate beautiful lyrics?

I thought so.

While traveling this summer, our host in Prague sang us this song.  Having not ever heard of it, his serenade was hilarious.  We had no idea what he was singing.  I hope you enjoy it!

BAD BAD LEROY BROWN

Living up to his namesake.

I slept in this morning which is unusual for a school day.  Class didn't start until 1:00 so I figured - why not?  I woke up at 9, ate breakfast, finished working on today's cases for school, read more of Mockingjay, called hubby at work...  That was when things got interesting.

Leroy had been keeping a secret from me all morning.  Hubby told me when he took our special friend outside this morning, Leroy got excited when hubby's ride arrived.  Of course our little man wanted to greet hubby's drive but then somehow ended up in the neighbour's yard.  And then somehow ended up in the neighbour's house.  Did you catch that?  Again - the neighbour's house.  

 Who me??  Would a face like this do something like that??

I would never do that, Mom!!  Promise!  I was in here on my bed the whole time.

I miss the puppy days when he was so cute and little and easy to catch.  Haha.  Now he's much faster than we are (hence ending up in the neighbour's house).  Doesn't seem to be a problem most of the time but once he's excited there's no turning back.  Oh, Leroy Brown.  You're the baddest man in the whole town.

THE P'S

Pinterest.  Provides.  Procrastination.

True story!  But very fun procrastination.  Since joining pinterest a couple of months ago I have spent a fair amount of time searching for recipes, room designs, and Harry Potter images and facts.  You can find some incredible spaces on pinterest.  Certainly there is no lack of inspiration!  I now have lots of ideas for future homes (I have no plans for further redecorating of our current house).  Here are some of my fabulous finds.  (This post has been full of alliteration!)

DARCY'S MAGIC HANDS

My pseudo Christmas gift from hubby this year was a post-neuro massage.  I find sitting at a desk and studying 14 hours a day for three weeks can really reek havoc on your back.  Imagine.  Last night after a long day at school (8:30 till 5:00 not counting studying or homework) I went for my massage.  It was so nice.  I arrived twenty minutes early, book in tow and sat in front of an open fire reading.  The dog that lives at the Inn/Spa sat on my feet so I read Catching Fire (the second book in the Hunger Games trilogy) and scratched the dog's ears.

A bit of background - I can be exceptionally modest to the point of awkwardness... I seem to have toned it down since getting married three years ago (thankfully) but, for example, I still hoped for a female massage therapist.  This was my second massage ever and I find stripping down for an hour in front of a stranger is a bit strange even though it is incredibly relaxing.  When I was told "Darcy" was going to be my massage therapist for the evening, I assumed Darcy was a girl.  Wrongfully assumed.  Wrongfully.

Darcy was a young man.  Maybe my age, maybe a few years older.  I was awkward, no way around it.  I awkwardly started to ask what I was supposed to wear (although I already knew).  I'm not sure what type of answer I was looking for.  Maybe, "Oh, this is a new type of massage where you are fully dressed and I apply energy through a force field so there is no actual touching involved."

Once the massage started I was able to (somewhat) forget about Darcy - and neuroscience for that matter.  It was quite heavenly, I must say.  If hubby ever wants to go back to school to become an RMT (registered massage therapist as they say in the biz) I would fully support it.

When I arrived home resembling a puddle on the floor (a very relaxed, comfortable puddle) we attempted to go out for dinner.  The third restaurant was the charm - who knew the local gourmet burger place closes at 8 pm on Friday nights??  We had delicious sushi which was not at all what we planned on, having tried to first get a burger and then pizza.  Regardless, it was delicious.  We settled for our usual Angry Tuna Roll and then branched out with a combo plate.  Here they are!

IT'S A STRUGGLE

The ongoing saga of sleeping outside the kennel continues.

Slowly but surely Leroy seems to be adapting.  We are being pounced on less and less in the middle of the night.  We are less often awoken to whining.  Instead we hear burrowing under the bed because someone has found their spot.  When hubby and I climb into bed at night, someone tunnels under the bed.  Whatever works, I guess.