On Call

I never posted about our experience at the Kings of Leon concert a couple of weeks ago. We had a good time as they were great to see live. Verizon Wireless Theater is a sucky place to see a band. It's a small venue, which should mean the performance will be intimate, but it's quite the opposite. Soon after walking into the place, there's a Verizon Wireless booth with phones and accessories. You know, in case, before the concert, you really wanted to see what the new Blackberry could do. Lame. And, some long haired pony-tail wearing guy won't give ya a little bit more rum when the damn thing tastes like nothing but watered down ice and Coke for $9 b/c the liquor is metered. Lame...(and no tip, jackass). Finding out that we got really good seats and the people around us were not drunk, college aged assclowns, but realizing after song #2 that there would be no standing or moving to the music in our aisle. So, we moved a couple of rows back where no one was sitting and stood the rest of the concert to dance and enjoy the music, like we were the only ones there. And, that's how concerts should really be anyway.

KD Sr. took some time off last week to recooperate from the crazy month he had before. The week was spent nursing Kale's cold and potty training Rocco. Tuesday morning we left to go get coffee and ended up at the Galleria hunting down Woody and Buzz from the movie "The Toy Story" at The Disney Store. Random. On Thursday, we went to the Butterfly Museum. Kale had his big bug book in tow and was excited about the museum. As I was unbuckling him from his car seat, I started increasing the anticipation by naming all the bugs we were going to see "a tarantula, a giant beetle, a centipede, madagascar cockroaches"...etc. So, I ask him "Kale, what bug do you want to see?" Wide eyed, he looks at me and says "a mosquito!". Son, skeeter citings are free.

Rocco is in the midst of puppy training. Luckily, he is a good student. Already, at 8 weeks, he has more manners than Mack. Poor guy got a painful lesson today, though. He relentlessly tries to play with Tatum and a couple of times a day Tatum will entertain him for about 10 min. After that, she's like "put a movie in kid and leave me the hell alone". Well, he doesn't really know what that means. We're not sure how it happened, but after the 234,500th pounce, Tatum let him have it. And, this isn't the first time, but she really bit him hard. Now he has a little cut under his eye and scrape on his eyebrow. We felt bad for the poor guy. Not to worry, he's whining because he can't sleep in the same crate with her. Boys can't get enough of bitches.