Mountain Man, Lunch, and Fatty McFatterson

Please excuse my absence from posting yesterday, quite a lot has been going on this week and I’ve been absolutely pooped.

My Fiance, The Dog Whisperer AKA The Mountain Man

A few weeks ago we got word that a dog went missing in our neighborhood, since we are dog lovers we have been keeping an eye out for the dog.  Late last week, my future sister-in-law saw the dog by our stairs, the dog got scared and took off into the mountain behind out house.  Now that we knew where the dog was, my Fiance decided to contact the dog owners since they are a friend of a friend.  We have been putting out food for the dog every day since we saw her and she’s come down out of the mountain a few times to eat.  We’ve also been very vigilant to see if we could catch glimpses of the dog and where it might be hiding.  I spent a lot of days sitting in my car (which faces the mountain) and staring at the mountain, trying to see if I could catch ANY glimpse of that poor dog.  I don’t know if it’s my hormones, that fact I’m a dog lover, or the fact that my future Mother-in-Law’s dog got lost in the mountain once ,(also rescued by SuperHulk the Mountain Man) but I really felt horrible knowing that poor dog was hungry, lost, and in the rain!   My Fiance even went into the mountain a few times to see if he could see her.  He saw her tracks and a cave that she might have been in so we contacted the owners once again to let them know that she is still in the mountain and to call of any hikers that might look for her in case she runs away again.  Well, up until this point the dog has not barked or made excessive noise to let us know where she is, until today! After being dropped off at work my Fiance heard the dog barking!  We knew it had to be her because only small dogs live on our street.  My Fiance took to the mountains being the rugged guy he is and went searching for the dog.  Long story short the dog has been caught and returned home, thanks to my mountain man, dog whisperer Fiance.

Lunch With My Favorite Almost Miss Hawai’i’s

SOME of us pageant girls just have to stick together.  It’s super cheesy, but pageants (especially the Miss America Organization) are a sisterhood.  I’ve made A LOT of close friends by participating in the Miss Hawaii Organization.  Yesterday I met up with a couple of my girlfriends, one of which is also a flight attendant now, to catch up and so they can rub buddah’s belly (yes, me).

Here’s why I didn’t post yesterday:  I spent an hour looking for parking, people do not drive correctly, I was hormonal, irritated, and tired by the time our get together was over so I went home to eat, shower, and sleep.

By the way, as I am writing this, baby is kicking to tell y’all HI! 🙂

Back to my story, I spent an hour looking for parking but I will not digress from my lovely afternoon with my amiga’s cheetahs (for all you Disney, Cheetah Girls Fans, RAWR!) AKA Kardashian Sisters (BTW yes at least 2 of the three of us ARE obsessed with the Kardashian’s as ridiculous as that is). Anyway, moving on.

We had a nice afternoon despite me being late, my neice kicking some tuna salad all over my Kate Spade bag, Spilling Juice next to me, a waitress who was not friendly at all even though I say please and thank you, and being overall cranky because I was late.

TODAY’s Mood: Hi I’m Thalia and I feel like a Fatty McFatterson

Today was hot and muggy, I felt and looked HUGE, SuperHulk was late to pick me up (yes, for good reason), overall, I was just not having it today.  I was not feeling like my friendly self (BAHAHA! If you know me, you know why I’m laughing) and I just wanted to hide in air conditioned cave all day.  Bright side: My Mum-mum-mummy-mama was nice enough to pack me lunch this morning, which was kind of awesome and we have an ultrasound on Monday, YEE!

18 weeks 6 days

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