Brothers of the Sun

Woot, two posts in the same month! Maybe I am catching back on to this whole blogging thing. I know, I know, I've been pretty terrible at it for the past couple months.
I've been really busy doing the same old same old and lose track of time. Generally we don't do much worth reporting anyway, so....

BUT.

This weekend, we DID do something worth reporting.

First off, I would like to just say that Jon is pretty much the best husband in the whole wide world, which is a good thing because this whole marriage thing we have going on.... well, it's kinda for eternity. Anyway, in case you didn't know, Jon is amazing.
And, perhaps just to how how wonderfully fantastic he is, he actually got me tickets to the Brothers of the Sun tour. Squeeeeeeeee! Nifty VIP/ Sandpit tickets, too. A. Ma. Zing.
But, for some reason unbeknownst to me, being in a big, loud crowd of drunk sweaty bodies listening to music he doesn't even really know just isn't his "thing." Go figure. He's nuts, right? So, I brought someone else with me. Now, lets remember my social life is dead and long since buried, and I pretty much have zero local friends because I'm just THAT cool. So, who did I take to the best concert in the history of all time? My Mom, duh. Because not only do I have the best husband in the world, but my mom is pretty cool, too.

From 3:30pm-11:30pm we stood at the stage, and pretty much rocked out. AND, it was her birthday, so that pretty much makes me the best daughter ever, too. We had a lot of fun, it's already been decided that it's totally NOT a one time thing. 

I wish I had brought the good camera, but oh well. That hand, with the nifty VIP bands, yeah, that's mom. Did I mention how awesome our tickets were?!

Sooo, you know that awkward moment when you realize you and your mom are totally drooling over the same man... followed by that moment you realize that man is WAY closer to your mom's age than yours? That happened several times at this concert, but you know what, when the men in question are Tim McGraw and Kenny Chesney... NO SHAME. 

Oh, did I mention me and Kenny Chesney had a moment? because we did. -sigh- Unfortunately Mom missed it playing nurse to some drunk chick about to pass out, but seriously... never washing my hand again. 

So, there you have it. Best. Weekend. Ever. 

Baby Danes, Baby Danes, Baby Danes

So, Summer has been flying by. I can't believe that it's already almost July, and the month is halfway over.

We've been keeping pretty busy at our house. I suppose a litter of nine Great Dane puppies will do that. Zailey has been a fantastic first time mama. I can't believe how in tune she is with their needs and how patient she is with their dependence on her for everything. Truly amazing.

I'm trying really hard to not get too attached to them, as if that were ever even possible. They have such great personalities, and raising them has been nothing short of remarkable. It's a lot of work, a lot of poop, and requires a lot of patience. There has been many sleepless nights, countless times when I'd really rather be in asleep but find myself bathing or feeding puppies instead. I'm excited for the homes we have found, and anticipating watching them all grow up. I won't make a living breeding, it's impossible to do so without cutting corners or compromising ethics which is simply out of the question, and it certainly limits our schedule because we are tied down for a solid 8+ weeks, but I definitely see this as something that will be a part of our lives.... dare I say forever?

Next week they will be 8 weeks and most will be on their way to their new homes. How bittersweet it will be. I am going to savor every last minute with them that I can. The house will be so quiet without the thud thud of puppy paws.