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Art, Life, Love and Loss

Wednesday, July 28th, 2010

I found out the other day that one of my favorite artists Frank Frazetta passed away this past May. When I was in the third or fourth grade my friends father brought us both down to Pennsylvania to Frazetta’s own museum. It was one of my happiest childhood memories. We hung out with Mrs. Ellenore Frazetta the late artists wife and one of their daughters- I believe her name was Holly. Mrs. Frazetta was a warm and beautiful woman who wouldn’t let us leave without prints of our favorite pieces. I chose the silver warrior and the sea witch. I loved everything about the trip. The long van ride, the endless staring at all of the amazing works of fantasy art, even the large chow chow running around; the entire experience is a bright shining lustrous moment punctuating a rather bleak and difficult period in my young life. Those of you who are not acquainted with Mr. Frazetta’s work; I urge you, familiarize yourself. His paintings are magical, they’ll transport you to mystical settings in far off worlds. Experiencing the gallery and the amazing art with M* was by far the best part of the trip. He was even more into Frazetta paintings then I was having been the one to introduce me to the fantasy artists great work. It is so amazing to me that this wonderful and talented man will live on through his work.

U2.. boo..hoo

Monday, October 5th, 2009

A few weekends ago Mick and I took a trip up to Boston (yea!!!) to see U2 and to get some yummy pizza.  Needless to say we had a blast.  The concert was good (not great) and the drive up was so much fun.   We dropped the furry kids off at their grandparents and shipped up to Boston.  Mick and I don’t get a lot of time alone… just the two of us… without friends… without dogs.. or family around us.  Not that we’re upset by this.  Quite the contrary.  We love big group outings and our dogs are our life.  But it was fun to have a romantic little get-away just the two of us.  The stage for the show was ah-maze-zing!!!!  The sound quality was so bad that we couldn’t hear Bono but the beer was flowing and there was a mini Micky D’s right in Gillette Stadium so I was a happy little bug.  The next day we went to the basketball hall of fame in Springfield and had killer ravioli at Pazzo’s.  Such a wicked weekend. I loved to see all the Celtic memorabilia at the hall of fame and Mick and I shot some hoops.  We returned to some very happy puppies who had missed us lots. 

U2

Tiberius James Letendre

Tuesday, September 15th, 2009

I decided to wait a little over a week before writing this post.  I wanted to see how the new addition to our little family would fit in before I wrote some long winded entry that may have turned out to be soooo wrong.  As anyone who follows me on Twitter knows- Mick and I recently added to our pack.  Tiberius James Letendre (or Ty for short) was adopted by us on 9/5/09 from the SPCA of CT.  He is a Chihuahua mix, just like his older brother.  We love him very much and he has proven to be a great addition to our little family.  He is spunky and lovable and full of puppy energy.  He’s roughly 15 weeks old and starting to loose his baby teeth.  Mick and I had been talking about getting another dog for some time (read: I was begging him for a puppy for over a year and he finally gave in).  We went to the SPCA in Monroe thinking that we would be bringing home a small female Shelite mix.  When we got to the shelter we found that the posting on petfinder.com was filled with a few mistakes, including the fact that “she” was actually a “he”.  Did we let that stop us?  Oh no!  We saw Ty sitting all calm in a pen full of puppies clamoring for our attention.  We promptly said “We’ll take that one” and scooped Ty up and proceeded to introduce him to Harley.  The intro went well so we completed the paperwork, paid the adoption fee and shuttled Ty off to start his new life as a pampered pooch.  I did hours, days, weeks, months of research before getting another dog.  I called my vet, emailed experts, asked questions of people who had multi dog households.  I read everything I could get my hands on that could give me any possible insight into adding another dog to the mix.  Harley has accepted Ty as part of the pack, begrudgingly, unhappily at times, but acceptance has come and continues to progress at a slow rate.  After a little more then a week I’m happy to say that life with two dogs is better then I could have ever imagined.  I have to be blunt though… It didn’t start out that way.  Through no fault of the dogs there was a total and complete breakdown in our usually happy household.  I was upstairs with Harley having some cuddle time while Ty and Mick were out in the yard chasing tennis balls when Harley looked over at me and said “Why did you bring home another dog?  Don’t you love me anymore?  Aren’t I good enough?” (he totally said that, I could read it in his eyes) and then … OH. MY. GOD. THE. TEARS.  (mine not Harleys’)  I love my chihuahua baby.  Harley is my heart and I strive to ensure that he is stress free and happy.  I had some real fears about what the addition of Ty would mean for Harley and how it would effect our relationship.  I got over myself quickly and after a few stern but kind words of wisdom from my amazing hubs I realized things would be good.. better then good. They’d be great.  And you know what?  As usual Mick was totally right.  I want to be very clear about one thing.  My love for Ty never wavered.  I loved him the second I laid eyes on him and I love him right now.  I was just worried that Harley would be upset or somehow displaced by us bringing Ty home.  All the emotional and logistical planing I did helped very little to prepare me for the guilt I experienced.   Ty and Mick have bonded so strongly that I have to ask for time alone with the new puppy, because if Mick and I are both with Ty, Ty will always go to Mick.  I’m not at all bothered by this.  Their relationship has also had the default effect of bringing me and Harley closer then we’ve ever been.  So Harley’s gotten more treats and love and cuddles then he got before Ty arrived.  We are all still adjusting to our new situation but I’m happy to say that everyone is doing great.  Life with 2 dogs…. pretty sweet. 

Tiberius

Master Manipulator

Tuesday, August 4th, 2009

So after discussing our tropical trip Mick has convinced me to go to Boston instead.  How does he do that?  Not only did I give up my Atlantis trip, I did so WILLINGLY!  He flashes those beautiful baby blue eyes and I just turn to mush.  It’s totally my fault.  Not only is Mick super sexy, he’s smart, and that makes him even more sexy.  I have so much respect for him and when he makes a valid point it’s hard to disagree.  I believe his exact words were, “Wouldn’t you want to spend your special birthday in your most favorite place in the world with me?  Wouldn’t that be more special then going some place neither one of us know and may not like?”  Although I think there is very little chance of us not enjoying ourselves in the Bahamas he made some very good points about the cost of Boston vs. the cost of Atlantis.  Right now in our lives its much easier to pack up the car and head to Beantown then to take a major trip requiring plane tickets and expensive accommodations.  Harley can also accompany us to Boston.  That’s a huge consideration for me, as I hate to leave him anywhere alone without Mick or me for any long periods of time.  Harley is totally my partner in crime, we go together like lamb and tuna fish.  I am totally committed to making my puppies life as wonderful as possible. 

Smooth Operator 

Atlantis

Friday, July 31st, 2009
When I was a senior in high school my family went to Atlantis in the Bahamas. I stupidly felt it was my duty to stay home with my boyfriend at the time, so needless to say, I missed out on an incredibly fun trip. This was the first, but not the last time I missed out on a family vacation for a boyfriend. What can I say? I’m obviously a dumbass. (For those interested the other trip I missed was Paris….PARIS!) Getting back to my point…. My family talks about this trip so fondly that it made me want to go. I have begun operation “Whine until the hubs takes me to Atlantis”. So far so good. I’ve convinced him the idea is great and that we can go in a year and a half, when I turn thirty. I hate the idea of getting old. So hitting the big 3-0 in a tropical paradise will soften the blow….I hope.

Atlantis

Sometimes You want to Go Where Everybody Knows Your Name

Friday, July 10th, 2009

And they’re always glad you came.  Do I miss Boston?  Does a bear shit in the woods?  I can’t even begin to describe how much I long for that city.  I love the smell of the T, the Celtics, the fact that the letter R is suspiciously missing from the alphabet of 99.9% of true Bostonians, I love the rich history, the people, just everything really, there isn’t much about Boston I’m not totally in love with.  The fact of the matter is I don’t hate my life here in Connecti-shit.  I love my husband and my dog.  Life is good.  I have a job that pays bills, a yard and a nice house.  I can’t say that my situation here is sub-par.  I have everything I need to make a sweet go of  it.  I lived in Boston for a little over a year in 2002.  I was right in the heart of Jamaica Plain, and despite having strange, loud roommates that smelt funny I loved every moment.  I had started dating Mick who was still living in CT right before I left and he would come to visit 3 days a week and we spent every weekend together.  Our little Plymouth Neon, Boris is a tank and thanks to him we got to see each other almost everyday.  Once Mick proposed and I decided to continue my education it became apparent quite quickly that living in Connecti-shit was going to be much easier.  We would be surrounded by family which is awesome, and living outside a city is far cheaper then living right in one, and this is not even taking into account that college would be worlds less expensive in CT as I was still eligible for in-state tuition.  So the decision was made to move once more.  I packed up my life in Boston and trotted back to a promising new start in my birth state.  I started missing Boston the first day I moved back to CT and I’ve missed it everyday since.  If I could pack up Mick, my family, Harley, our friends and our house and drop it in the middle of Beantown I totally would.  It’s not like we never get to the city.  We take like 4-5 trips up a year.  We go to catch Celtic games and to shop Newbury street and chill in Harvard Square.  The thing I miss most is the Celtic games.  Mick and I would go to almost every home game and we caught most of the 2002 playoffs right up to the eastern conference finals with the Nets.  It was just sweet beyond words.  If there was an away game we’d watch it at the bar down the block from me called Flanagans.  I felt so content while I was living in Boston.  It was home, and always will be.

beantown

Time for Tattoos

Friday, June 26th, 2009

Tomorrow I go and get my back tattoo worked on.  It’s not near completion, and I am not looking forward to the pain factor.  That being said… I CAN’T WAIT TO GET SOME SWEET INK!!!!!!!  And if you have to ask, yes that was a totally caps worthy sentence.  I have a tiger on the left side of my upper back that kicks a lot of ass.  I have a blue lotus blooming in the small of my back, some chromed out cherry blossoms and Tibetan clouds.  My back will be done soon and I can’t even believe we started almost 3 years ago.  Mick will be with me which is great.  He’s awesome moral support.  It’s hard to sit for hours and hours with someone drilling a needle into your back.  It’s better when your best friend/man of your dreams is there to hold your hand.  The picture below is a graffiti style koi.  My entire back is done in the new school graffiti style.  I love the huge lips and the dark eyes.  I think I want Alana (the artist) to change up the body of the fish a bit though.

   kol