Big Trouble!!!

Dear Diary,

I haven't been in this much trouble since I almost tripped dad while jay zig zag walking during our walk.

Dad put me outside today.  Soon after, he came out to find me with a birdie friend in my mouth, fighting for its life.   

Hey...  I was just trying to find the squeaker.  

Guess who got in big, big trouble?

R.I.P. Birdie Friend.  Gracie.

Taking a Bullet for Someone You Love

I've often heard the phrase 'I'd take a bullet for you' and thought...  yea, right.  I can't think of anyone I would take a bullet for.  I must be s-e-l-f-i-s-h!

But then again, do we even realize what we would do until the time comes?  

Would I risk my life to save my grandchildren 

from a burning building?

I'm sure I would!

Would I push Gary out of the way so the oncoming train would crash into me instead?  

There's a good chance.  

Would I lunge toward my dog, forgetting about how old I am and how breaking just one bone in my body could lay me up for months, saving her from running out of the garage door as she follows me to the laundry room and I realize that Gary has the garage door opened?  

Well, yes I would! 

Maybe I'm not as selfish as I thought I was.  

OUCH!  BUT NO BROKEN BONES.

Dear Diary,

I don't know what all the fuss was about.  Firstly, I've always known that the nag Mom is crazy about me.  She can't live without me and that's a fact.  First thing in the morning... it's all about me.  Second thing in the morning... me, me, me..  Third thing...  well, you get the picture.  She's always got my back.  This brings me to the overprotective part.  A dog needs some space, ya know.  It is not necessary to drag me through the air by my harness (into the house) to save me from breaking my rope and charging at the annoying german shepherd walking its master down our sidewalk.  It is overkill.  I mean, really.  She's so dramatic.  AND the way she lunged at me a few weeks ago when I went to the laundry room to help her do the laundry...  shielding me from 'escaping' out the garage door?  There is that word escape..  huh...  I must be in prison if I need to escape.  Oh, and get this.  Then she takes me back over to the laundry room (after the fact) to re-enact the whole darn thing so she can take pictures and blog about it. This is one wacko wooman if ya get my drift.  Gracie.

After The Wedding and Revel Ramblings

Well, the wedding was over and the honeymoon for the happy couple wasn't to start until Thursday...  so Monday the bride and groom took us to Atlantic City for dinner and a grand tour of the Casino, Revel, newly opened in June.

See the lights hanging from above?  They automatically light up as you walk under them.  I was mesmerized!  

Each 'room' brought forth a new theme and a more enchanting feel than the room before.  

I couldn't stop saying "WOW!"

Everything...  brand spanking new!

Some of the best suites in this Casino/Hotel go for around a thousand bucks a night.  No, we did not stay here.

But we did stop to rest.

And read a book or two...

And dance...

The view was spectacular!  We watched people walking the boardwalk...

I saw these little carts that people were riding in and each one had a man pushing the cart.  I'm like...  "What....???"

Well, that's one way to get a nice tip or two I suppose...

There we are!  Pretty skinny, right? LOL

I loved this tour!  Everything brand spanking new!  

And different!

See the golf ball on the top of that building above?  Well, that golf ball changes and becomes different things.  Don't ask!

Saying goodbye to Atlantic City, we returned to our humble and temporary abode at the Colonial Inn just 20 minutes away.  

Dusk was upon us, and the shops were closed.  So we took a quiet walk around the village, savoring the moment.  

Our place was to the left, among the village shops.  

The next day we headed for home and a few days after that the bride and groom were on their way to St. Lucia.