He made it!!

It's been months/years in the making, but it finally happened. Zulu made it to DC. Many of you have heard me talk endlessly about him, especially when it comes to other dogs and I am now officially fostering him for my very busy cousin Bettina. I will spare you all the long story about how he got and I got to where we are. Since most of you already know, if you don't well... that's another post.
After almost a month of brainstorming on how Z would get here, we finally figured out that wonderful United Airlines would ship him as cargo. Everytime I called, I got a friendly informative agent. You can't say that for many customer service agencies these days; again, that's another post.
Anyyyywaaaayzzzz. KCC, Blackjack and I have been planning on how we were going to adjust in a household with 2 cats, 2 big dogs and one prima donna little dog. Meanwhile, ABB, Uncle Bunch and Little Cousin Betty were organizing his trip to DC. Uncle Bunch drove him to Chicago at 6am, while Blackjack and I took the day off to prepare for the big day.
Z arrived at 3:55pm in a large crate, as soon as I saw his little face, I couldn't help but jump up and down. I'm quite sure the agents at the Air Cargo claim area thought I was nuts. Blackjack figured out a way to get the kennel and dog in the jeep and after that we were happily on our way from DCA to Deep Shaw.
This is where the fun begins: I took Z for a walk around the block, seeing as how he was on a plane ride for 2 hours. Nobody likes a plane ride in enconomy class so I know it's got to really suck in the cargo class. I'm going to say he did really well, since we hadn't been out for two minutes when some man pulled over with a boxer in his car and asked me if I "studded my male". I'm not entirely sure on dog lingo, but I think he got solicited.
Then it was time. I brought him into the house and chaos ensued. For 45 minutes, little dogs were yapping and big dogs were growling, and genitals were constantly being sniffed. Finally everyone calmed down and Blackjack and I were able to have a celebratory "Furmosa". But only for a minute. Boy these creatures have alot of energy. I am happy to report, that nothing is broken. However, KCC hasn't made it home from work yet. So, the madness will begin again as soon as he gets here. Until then, I will leave you with this quiet, peaceful, beautiful image. It won't last long. Thanks Little Cousin Betty, your baby is in good hands. I love you and so does Z.

Vergie and Cousin Harold's White Castle Adventure

You've probably seen this picture on TheDistrict's blog or if you are from the midwest you have probably experienced this repast (pictured above). However, there is one thing missing. Can you guess what it is? I'll give you a hint, look at the time stamp. Yes folks you are correct , Alcohol!!
After a 6am flight to the Windy City, sans sleep and breakfast, my hungry cousin from The Hills picked me up and we went in search of food. We saw the sign and in unison said those sweet words that many people salivate over after leaving the clubs at 3am. You probaly know how this is going to end. I did. We were excited and scared at the same time. White Castle? Sober? Let's give it a shot. "Hilda" passed the greasy bag throught the drive thru window and we were on our way.
Fast Forward: The picture above is about as far as I got before Cousin Harold and I rebagged it, laughed at each other and took it to the dumpster outside.
Life Lesson #8746: That place is only busy after midnight for a reason.

Introducing...

Ladies and Gentleman, I am very proud to steal the honor to introduce the newest member to the Social Networking world: Blackjack, has finally conceded to 'Chirping, Spacebooking and Clogging'
Please join me in applauding his belated existence to our blogosphere. You can find his literary genius at http://weallnoticed.blogspot.com/

Welcome Duarte, better late than never.

Hello Blogosphere! this is Jason from insidethedistrict.blogspot.com guest blogging up in this trailer. I twittered, blogged, facebooked, loopt, and chatted my iPhone dead. it is behind the bar charging and we recharging with some viddles at one of my favorite H St spots. Who knew a baby was the new price of admission?

Happy Friendship Day

 

So as I was performing the most recent yet probably outdated interweb craze: Twittering. I saw that one of the Trending Topics was Friendship Day. So I decided to research. What an innovative and wonderful concept. It is the first Sunday of August and it has apparently been around since 1935. You know what? I like this day. I like it alot. I have always been proud of the friends that I've made with people and although I may not be the best "keeperintoucher" my peeps are always in my heart.
My Aunt and Uncle are in town and I just have happened to plan dinner with friends and family this Sunday (today). I am so excited!!
Ok I said all that, to say, I am humbled, honored and blessed to have all of you in my life. I couldn't ask for better friends and frankly, I don't want anyone but you all anyway. We all have our special and crazy moments and we all accept and support each other for them, which is why I love the lot of you. Thank you for being a friend and you are quite welcome for me being yours.

This might be my new favorite holiday, next to Christmas of course.

Exciting News: Dog in a Bag is Expanding!!

What a lovely surprise. I check my facebook account just to see the daily Status Updates and lo' and behold I see that my lovely cousin is bravely branching out into the saturated blogosphere.

As you know, her first venture was to sell high-end DogBags to people with little dogs with high-end attitudes. While she is still trying to get that off the ground, she is resourcefully using scrap material from her high-end fashion client, Mona Von Botoxenburg. Quality goods straight from the sweatshops of China, no middleman here!!

Most of us don't have Little Dogs, but we know people with Little Dogs. Word of Mouth is the best advertisement, so feel free to pass this on to your petite canine lover friends.
So without further adieu, allow me to introduce to you the PETSHIONISTA blog!!! Take a look and peruse her fine quality handmade products (by South American sweatshops not Chinese sweatshops. We gotta keep it in the Hemisphere, know what I'm sayin'? Westsiiide) at Teleasha by Telicia!

RIP Michael Jackson

What a tradgedy! Michael Jackson is no longer with us. He's had his troubled times, but he will always have a crucial role in my development in puberty; and not in the way you think. Middle School created and demanded that you choose a side: Prince or Michael Jackson. You could pick your battle at Spencer Gifts, where you purchased/stole, your buttons, t-shirts and posters of choice. I ain' t gonna lie, I had more Prince than Michael Jackson buttons. And yes, I saw Purple Rain first. But that didn't mean I didn't still have a spot for MJ in my heart.

As I grew up, Michael Jackson was a talented Black man, and in my heart and mind he always will be. Through his music he blended harmonies and genres, therefore, blending people together. I encourage you all to remember Michael in a way that made you the most happy. I know I will. His performance in The Wiz is one of the ways he made me most happy.

Ease on Down the Road Brother

A "Special" Birthday

I spent Birthday Weekend in the woods with many of my good friends. I was in a bit of a rush as we were leaving so I forgot my camera, thus I had to leave photo duty to Chimney Fall Cat. Hopefully she got some good pics. Campfire Cookoff was the first night. Secret Ingrident: GRITS!! Chef BlackJack and Rajun' Cajun battled it out. Chef BlackJack worked all his magic over the campfire, while the Rajun' Cajun concocted most of his culinary goodness over the Coleman Camp Stove and a fancy shmancy smoker. Result: The Rajun' Cajun came out with an upset victory over Chef BlackJack. A great effort on both parts and there were many full bellies left to sit around the fire and savor the competition.
The river was flowin' and so was the booze. It was a wonderful time. Imagine my astonishment when I came home and received this descriptive card in the mail from my Favorite Aunt and Uncle:

Just sayin'

Starting out birthday month at one of my favorite bars; The Creole de Playa. LaQueshiah is on lockdown but Becky Lynne is here with KCC to start it off right. With our server Igor. And Yes his name is really Igor.

Out to Pasture II

Remember that Suckling Pig I bought awhile back (see previous post)? Well here it is after 8 hours roasting on the campfire this weekend in the Shenendoah Valley. Looks delicious right? I can't really tell you how it tasted but KCC and Sister Disco can, as they were the ones that devoured it at 4am with nothing but their fingers and Jack Daniels Barbeque Sauce.
Good times were had by all. Can't wait for Round 3 in two weeks.

Love and Respect your Butcher

I had the bright idea to save money by getting a suckling pig from Iron Chef Hank and butchering it myself. 1 hour and 45 bucks later, KCC and I ended up with 1.7 pounds of tenderloin and a tiny rack of ribs. I'll leave my meat cutting to the butcher, thank you very much.
We have front and hind quarters left to roast but I'm not entirely optimistic.

Point Pushers Week... Oh Heck I Don't Know What Week Anymore

After a 2 month hiatus KCC and I are back on our Point Pushers kick. It is swimsuit season after all. We are starting out right with a produce heavy theme of dishes from the Motherland. Africa!!

Happy St. Patrick's Day

What a great day to celebrate some saint that the Irish don't even care about.  But this guy is actually pretty cool.  If that face isn't an excuse to drink today, then I don't know what is.  Happy Birthday Dancin'!  

My PEEPS

My friend KCC thought it would be funny to buy me Peeps. Blackjack said "either she will love them or hate them." He was right. Those things are gross.

Lone Peep Ranger. No one wanted to take him on.