Pillow case?

A recently purchased zebra print dress arrived today and after trying it on, and deciding it was a keeper I tossed it on the bed. When Jonathan got home I saw him eye the dress so I commented,"that's my new dress, its different, but I like it". He looked back at the dress, then turned to me and said,"oh, thought it was a pillow case". Well, I suppose it was better them him thinking it was a duvet cover!

Action Jackson

All kinds of drama has ensued since the last time I posted, but instead of listing what I'm finding to be the rude and unjust depletion of my good karma, I'll focus on the positive.  One key factor of our most recent weekend adventures has been the purchase of a bike basket for Mr. Jackson.  The purchase was an adventure in and of itself, but after its installation we've all been thoroughly enjoying our new family adventures.

Last weekend we rode to a street festival in the Melrose district on 7th Ave. This trip would make for Jackson's first bike ride, and he did great. Each time we passed people their faces would light up with a smile at our little guy.  Even the police officer who passed us while we were waiting to cross Central smiled at the sight of Mr. Jackson. 

The street fair had a strange corporate section before it transitioned to local vendors, but I suppose it makes sense because street closures and events rarely pay for themselves.  We scoped out the various antique, hot rod, and oddity vehicles, that book ended the street vendors before popping in and out of various booths to examine locally made trinkets and novelties. Jackson did a fantastic job of intermingling with the crowed as well as fellow quadrupeds

 

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Before heading home we stopped for some extra sweet, extra weak margaritas where Jackson not only enjoyed some admiration and attention from some youngsters, but also displayed his apparent love of ice chips.

A week of work, chores and the usual passed, then, thankfully another weekend.

Saturday we attended a baby shower, co-ed, thank goodness.  I have yet to attend any ladies only, "traditional" baby showers, for which I'm grateful. After the shower we headed home for a bit then made our way to a nearby new brewery.  This brewery has been a hair away from opening since, well, almost a year.  The place was packed when we got there, but it turns out the crowd certainly wasn't an indicator of a successful brewery/restaurant. The atmosphere was a little too bright (bad lighting), the food we tried was ok, but the beer, which obviously tends to be the focus of any local micro brewery, was a complete let down.  I tried the Hefeweizen, Jonathan tried the IPA and both were without any redeeming quality. I only drank about half of my beer seeing its consumption as a waste of calories, and we both left shaking our heads in disappointment.  Unlike a terriblly disapointing dinner experience last Friday, which drove me to a snarky Yelp review, we have decided to give the brewery one more chance.  We'll likely give them about a month or so to work out the kinks, before we drop in again for what is hopefully not the last visit.

Sunday I started the day with a new bran muffin recipe.  Ina Garten (The Barefoot Contessa) rarely does me wrong, and her bran muffin recipe was no exception.  The muffins contain orange zest, walnuts and bananas and are supposed to have raisins, but not being a fan of raisins in my baked goods, I choose to omit them. Post Jackson walk we made our way to Ikea, found way more than we planned for, and headed home for the afternoon, or so we thought.  We enjoyed some local produce on the patio, an orange from our neighboor, before Jonathan suggested a bike ride to a nearby park where Jackson can run as much as his little heart desires. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Just like last weekend we loaded Mr. Jackson into his basket, securely fastened him in, and made our way for the canal. The photos taken do not quite convey Jackson's total cuteness, but are the best I can do on the move. Once at the park Jackson fetched, met new dogs, chased Jonathan on his bike and just plain enjoyed the great outdoors. Against the wind, we made our way home where Jackson was quick to nap on the coach, surely a signe of a worn out but happy little pup.