Where do I begin? The puppy is doing well I guess. Housebreaking is slow but steady. He is going outside more than he is inside, so that is good. He will play with my older dog, which is good too. I have been crating him at night, that is less than successful. He barks and cries most of the night. I can only imagine what my neighbors think that i am doing to him. He had a bath yesterday, and was really good in the tub, shockingly enough. I bathed him as I have developed an awful allergic reaction to something. Not sure if it was something I ate, the cleaners I have been using much more of lately or something that the breeders possibly bathed him in before he came here. Anyways I have hives, a fever and nausea, overall not fun. Anyways enough babbling about my puppy, time for some quick breakfast, then to work.

So the wait is over and I have my 11 week old pure-bred boxer. He is adorable! Such a lover, but a bit spunky from time to time. I think he will be a great fit and little brother to my four-year-old black lab.

I have always been a bit unconventional when it comes to naming pets. I had a cat that was a beautiful shade of beer, so I named him Molson. My lab often sleeps with his eyes open, which i felt was fitting of the name Machiavelli, after the writer, philosopher and “Master of Deception.” Going along with the writer theme of my dogs, I chose the name Dante for my boxer. I have always liked the name, but was a little hesitant to name a dog before I got to know it. In this case I am happy with it. I know it is going to be ironic, like the giant dude nicknamed “Tiny,” as he is far from a little devil. (Knock on wood!) Anyways, long day and many more to come as housebreaking is going to be a blast. Time to put the boys to bed and get some sleep.

This is one of the best articles I have read in a long time. Carson Palmer, Cincinnati Bengals quarterback, discussed his hatred respect for the Ohio State Buckeyes and their football program. The quote of the day:

I cannot stand the Buckeyes. It’s amazing to hear what those guys think about that university and what they think about that football program and Tressel and all the crap I gotta put up with being back there.

I just can’t wait for two years from now when SC comes to the ‘Shoe and hopefully we’ll have a home game that weekend, and I can go up there and watch us pound on them in their own turf.

I’m really getting sick of it, and I just can’t wait for this game to get here so they can come out to the Coliseum and experience LA and get an old-fashioned Pac-10 butt-whoopin’ and go back to the Big Ten.

Yes Palmer attended USC, but now plays in Cincy, close enough to Ohio State to smell the wretched Buckeyes. Ok he did later soft-retract the statement, saying that like a good fan, he might have got a little too fired up. Translation: “Yeah, I meant what I said, but the team/league/school wants me to pretend that I don’t.”

I can completely relate to Palmer. I am Detroit born and raised. I went to school at the prestigious and beautiful University of Michigan. Now I live in Ohio, surrounded by pungent Buckeye fans. (Yeah Michigan and Ohio State fans do not play well together, especially when drinking, trust me.) So much to the disapproval of my neighbors, I fly my maize and blue whenever possible. My giant M flag hangs from my roof year round and I even have a couple of customized pieces, say for instance my “Fuck Them Bucks!” T-shirt. After all, who is afraid of a set of hairless nuts anyways???

Although the wounds on my feet are still healing (I wore the completely wrong shoes,) CrueFest was AMAZING!!! We started the day at the casino, where i actually won a decent amount of money! Next was lunch, at my absolute favorite restaurant in the world, then off to the show. Traffic was horrible getting to Pine Knob, so we missed Trapt and the majority of SIXX A.M. We sat through a below average show by Papa Roach before Buckcherry rocked out. They were really really good. Not nearly as good as Motley Crue, who were fabulous!!! They played all their older hits, plus some new songs off their new Saints of Los Angeles album. Icing on the cake: they played a beautiful version of Home Sweet Home for the encore. Tommy (and his anaconda) on the piano was really neat. I have been to a lot of shows, maybe in upwards of 50 or so, but this easliy ranks in the top 5.

On one final note, there will be a new addition to my family here on Wednesday. (No I am not pregnant) This is my new little boy, who is a 10-week-old pure bred male Boxer puppy. So adorable!

So here we are, the middle of July, and not counting the “about as boring as watching paint dry” baseball, golf and tennis, there are no major sports to watch. Its a strange sports purgatory that happens each summer, and its starting to make me itch. Its been over a month since the hockey season ended (as perfect as it ended) and will still be another month before football begins. I admit I have been watching old games on ESPN Classic and the NFL and Big Ten networks, but its not the same as live sports, let alone enjoying live sports with a cold beer and the guys at the bar. Summer Olympics are coming up, thats slightly exciting. I will probably watch basketball, but thats probably it. At least there is one major concert on my summer agenda, CrueFest tomorrow in Detroit. I won’t know the camera policy until tomorrow, but if they are allowed I will post photos from the show. Conclusion: Summer, you are hot, fun and sweaty, but I have had enough of you already. Time for your exit so I can have my sports back.

Oh yeah, and Draper’s daughter dumped in the Stanley Cup. Glad I got my drink in before that incident.

So I have pretty much nothing to report here lately. Same shit, different day. Work, eat, run, sleep, repeat. I went to the grocery store today, that was not exciting. For the first time in months I ate MacDonalds, which made me want to pump my stomach afterwards. Talk about a bad decision, Angie + fast food = not good. Anyways, here is a funny giraffe.