Part II

In continuation of my previous post, “It’s A Bird! It’s A Plane! It’s Jimmy Johns!!!” I would like to address Ouida’s boycott of Jimmy John’s.

Two weeks ago, Ouida, Kendra, Lindsey and I went to Jimmy John’s for lunch. I got my favorite: #2 with hot peppers on the side.

Ouida felt a little funny at lunch. Later that night she was violently ill. She blamed it on the Jimmy John’s. She thought it was food poisoning, but Jimmy John’s would NEVER, EVER do that! They are too good. I would like to submit the following into evidence against food poisoning:

• You don't get food poisoning AS you are eating.
• Ouida took Avery to school the next day, and Avery’s teachers said there was a stomach bug going around.
• Jaclyn also got that stomach bug the same day…and she didn’t go to JJ’s with us.
• The next night, Ouida’s husband was violently ill.
• Jimmy John’s just wouldn’t do that! They give free smells. They take super plain items and magically transform them into supreme deliciousness. THEY SAVE PUPPIES!

She was clearly virus sick, not food poisoning sick. Would everyone PLEASE leave a comment begging Ouida to give JJ’s one more try???

It's A Bird! It's A Plane! It's Jimmy John's!!!

Lindsey and I went to Downtown Thai for lunch today (yum). On the way back to the office, there was an interesting man holding on to a dog that didn’t want to be restrained. We weren’t sure we cared for what was going on, but then we realized that the man was just trying to hold the dog back from two other dogs at the bottom of the hill. At the bottom of the hill there was a man with two dogs. I couldn’t really tell what kind of dogs they were because 1) they were wearing coats, and 2) they were wearing muzzles. There were quite a few other people standing by watching this older man hold this one dog back. It was rather strange. After a minute or so, the man lost his hold on the dog, and the dog went running toward the other two, muzzled dogs with coats. Nobody was sure what was going to happen, and a couple people at the top of the hill started yelling to watch out.

First thought: here’s this responsible guy with his dogs on leashes and this other dog is going to attack them.

Lindsey and I watched as growling, barking, and snarling ensued. It was actually the two dogs on the leashes that were doing the snarling and growling, while the other dog hopped around sniffing and trying to play. So what did the guy with the other dogs do? Walk away? Nope. He started kicking the other dog. Lindsey and I just stood there frozen. It was like it wasn’t real. All he had to do was go away, yet he just stood there. The other dog was a little startled, but he was torn – he really wanted to play with these two dogs…but he had just been kicked several times.

The stray-ish (he was wearing a collar, but didn’t seem to have tags) dog went in to play again. And the man started kicking again. That’s when, out of nowhere, the Jimmy John’s delivery guy swooped in…almost like Super Man, riding his bike to the rescue! He rode between the stupid kicking guy, and the third dog. The dog was just wagging his tail and the Jimmy John’s guy slid off his bike and took the dog’s collar. He petted him, and talked to him, and the dog was fine.

NOW, do you think the other guy walked away with his hateful dogs? Nooooooooo. He just stood there – like he was trying to make a point or something. Luckily the Jimmy John’s guy held on to the dog until the other guy FINALLY walked away.

The people at the top of the hill had called animal control… Another guy walked down the hill to hold the dog until Animal Control got there so that Super Man…errr – the Jimmy John’s guy could go back to delivering freaky good sandwiches, freaky fast. This second guy took his belt off and attached it to his collar as a makeshift leash. Very crafty, Second Guy!

I do like:

• The Jimmy John’s guy
• Jimmy John’s
• The guy with the belt
• The old man who tried to hold the dog back
• The dog who wanted to play
• Maaaaybe even the people who called Animal Control…maybe

I do not like:

• The guy with the two dogs
• The guy’s two dogs

This post is getting quite long, so I will come back for Part II, where we all start a campaign to make Ouida eat Jimmy John’s again.

24 Days and Counting

I have a bunch of stuff I have been meaning to discuss on the blog. For instance – the new Taco Bell Diet; pardon me, the “Drive Through Diet” (no, I am not pulling your leg). Or perhaps the cutest otter video EVER. Or double spacing between sentences. I have been meaning to bring that one up for quite a while. But I think I will hold off on those for now.

I guess before those posts, I will tell you that WE JUST BOUGHT A HOUSE! Okay, okay, we didn’t actually buy it yet, but it’s under contract! We’ll close at the end of the month (in 24 days). I am so excited.

I’m not really sure what to tell you about it without boring you, but it’s in Lewisville, and I knew it was our house from the beginning! It’s a bit of a long story, and again with the boring you, but I liked it, I wanted it, it went under contract (for someone else), we looked at other houses, it came back on the market, we got it! Woohoo!

On a scale of 1 – 10, 1 being I just fell asleep, and 10 being I am so excited I might pee my pants, I am a 10.

And even though I said I would wait on the otter video…I just couldn’t resist! Enjoy!

I MUST have a baby otter!

Kitty In a Tree

These pictures do not do this situation justice... We were taking the tree down this afternoon, and it was shaking quite a bit. Some might say it was shaking a little more than a normal Christmas tree shakes. Buster Cat Nixon was under the tree tossing one of his toys up in the branches and getting it back down after it got stuck. Before we knew it, he was totally half-way up the tree.

(you can kind of see a little yellow in there)

(and there's his little mischievous face)

I wish I could have gotten better pictures of this! I was trying to take them so quickly because I knew he was either going to jump out or topple the tree at any moment. I'm glad it wasn't until today he realized all the fun he could be having.