Daddy's Little Girl

Yes Bean. For a few more months, you are Daddy's Little Girl...

My sister saw Baby Cheney kicking last night! I was so excited that someone else saw it, we both squealed. Cory has yet to see or feel her, but I'm sure he will at some point. :)

We went to see my friend Susan and her new baby tonight. Andy weighs about 7 pounds now, he was born a week ago. Too cute! He was sound asleep when we stopped by. Susan and her husband James assured us that labor wasn't as bad as they were expecting. Of course, she pushed for like 25 minutes and he "popped right out." :) Let's hope for that for us as well!

Paula & I took Ripley to her first training session today. Unlike obedience school, we are just working with someone to try to get her to stop growling and attacking, not really training for specific "tricks" or things, though she said she is so smart, we could train her to do almost anything. I'm very hopeful, and so was the trainer. It's not going to be cheap but I think it will be sooo worth it. She said like most reactive dogs, Ripley is not really aggressive, but afraid. My baby has trust issues. :( I got her a new leash and halter to work with her and will do the next session with all three dogs.

Anyway, she's my first baby girl, so I thought I'd write about her a little. :)

Marble Slab is the Devil

Some of you have heard my rantings about Marble Slab. I love their freaking ice cream. It's fabulous. So when we got one here this summer, I was pumped! After trying a few things, I decided that Sweet Cream was my favorite flavor, no matter what the mixin.'

Diane and I would meet up there around 9ish - they close at 10 - and almost every time, the tables were dirty, the staff was rude and they were ALWAYS out of something I wanted. Sweet Cream? "Sorry, we ran out." Chocolate Swiss? "we're out of that too." Ok fuckwad, how about vanilla with caramel. It doesn't get easier than that. "Oh, we're out of caramel. and hot fudge."

This particular asshat is rude, and I think he just says this to piss me off.

The last time, the no caramel, no hot fudge time, I was livid. I left and immediately got online and wrote a scathing email to Marble Slab. I swore never to return. But sitting outside with the flies and bugs at the outdoor frozen custard place just doesn't cut it. And while I love me some Braum's, Marble Slab ice cream still wins. So i returned.

The Return

I gave in and told D I wanted some Marble Slab, I think it was Monday night. We met there at 7:51 p.m. They didn't close til 10. I know, because I checked.

I walked in, they weren't too busy so I was excited. "mmm... sweet cream with caramel and almonds. Yeah baby!"

The same steaming fuckhole is working. I avert my eyes and hope he'll go help someone else.

But no.

After wandering around trying to look like he's doing something, he comes over. "Can I help you."

(The punctuation there is not an error but an indication of his lovely, helpful tone)

I decide at the last minute to go for one of their mixes. "Small Snickerdoodle."

Shithead: "We're out of sweet cream."

Ha! gotcha, asshole. It's not made with sweet cream!!

Me: "It's not made with sweet cream. It's made with vanilla."

Infantile assweasel behind the counter: "We're out of vanilla."

He won again!

What kind of ice cream place runs out of vanilla 2 hours before closing? What kind of ice cream place keeps running out of the same shit and never adjusts their inventory to fix it?

I say he's just fucking with me. Next time, that little shit is going to get an ice cream scooper up his pooper.

Don't mess with a pregnant woman who wants a creamy frozen treat, dammit.