Today marks five years since Rocky’s been gone. Life hasn’t been the same without you, bud 🖤

I’ve always heard that “heaven is a place where all the dogs you have ever loved run to greet you.” IDK if that’s true or if I’m even headed to heaven LOL, but it’s a nice thought. Today, my aunt put her last pup down. I looked after her when her moms went on vacation, and she was the sweetest girl.

I hope she’s in doggy heaven playing with Rocky and Myko in the matching Baja Ponchos I got them for Christmas 🥹

My parents have these shelves of knick knacks that they keep the phone chargers on, and as we were checking up on their house while they’re away on their cruise (not sure what we were checking for as they have an alarm system and cameras), I was staring at these little cups on the shelves. “B” & “S” for my parents, Ben & Shirley, “P” & “D” for my sister, Pammie and her husband, Dennis, and “M” & “R”… The “M” was for Marion, but what the hell was the “R” for? My sister saw me looking at them and was like, “R for Rocky!” Oh, duh. Of course my mom would get one for our beloved dog who died five years ago LOL.

Me after solving today’s wordle:

The holidays aren’t the same without you, bud 💔

I miss you already, bud 💔💔💔

9/1/05 – 10/7/19

Even Rocky is bummed I have to go back to work tomorrow.

A puppuccino and pupcake for the goodest boy ever ♥

Darien, his dog Bluey, and Beckham the Super Dog sitting for treats (@ San Diego Humane Society’s Walk for Animals)

We scored a ton of free swag for Rocky and my aunt’s sweet dog who we brought along, but I’m paying for it with a serious auto detail. There’s dog fur in places I didn’t know there could be dog fur!

Did you donate because of the animals or because of my cute packaging, be honest.

I’ve reached 70% of my fundraising goal! Help me get to 100% HERE and receive a bag of these homemade beer bones (they’re dog tested and Rocky approved, if that helps sway you at all).

• Our Thanksgiving dinner consisted of enough chinese food to feed a small village plus a turkey (which a chinese restaurant deep fried for us for $25). Ha. Is it weird that I’ve never had stuffing before?

• Bingo, bitches! Now I know where I get my competitiveness and foul mouth from… I’ve never heard my grandma curse so much in my life!

• The Debutante @ The Haven. Good beer and good pizza with good friends.

• I haven’t been home in a while, and Rocky clearly misses me! I found this cuddle bug in my old bed every night I was in town.

Rocky’s doggy stairs have been out in the hall since he doesn’t need them to get on the bed anymore. I think he just uses them to stare at himself in the mirror now.

1. This is what happens when you try to balance your phone and enough El Pollo Loco to feed a small village in one hand! My iPhone is completely shattered, but luckily, my ultimate pollo bowl went unharmed.
2. Being a maid of honor has its perks! Thanks to the newlyweds for my very own KitchenAid stand mixer! I knew putting it on my wish list five years in a row would pay off! Ha. Let’s get baked 😉
3. It was the only straw I had in my apartment, and my sister used it to suck down some protein, naturally.
4. Rocky likes to take food from his bowl and eat it behind the couch in shame. He’s such a Choa.
5. Chel wore my bra on her face to prove that my boobs are as big as her head.
6. Alexis’ first Thanksgiving! It’s never too early to introduce deep fried turkey legs into your life.

Marion, I just stumbled upon your blog last night and spent hours reading all of your past entries up to 2007. I just couldn’t stop! You’re so incredibly witty. I’m sorry if I come off like a creepster, but I just thought that I would let you know that your blog brings a smile to my face.

Thanks, Min! 🙂 I read on your blog that your dog smells distinctly like Fritos, and I was just telling Rocky last night that he smelled like corn chips (a sign we were meant to cross paths, obvi).

I found myself locked out of my house this afternoon. Bra-less.

It was my worst nightmare realized.

I went into the garage to get my bra in my car (don’t ask me why I thought it was in there), and I realized that I had locked the garage door behind me by habit. And then I realized that my bra wasn’t in my car. And then I realized that I was fucked.

I found the “I ♥ Haters” shirt Shi had given me in my trunk, so I threw that on. I knew that my bedroom window was open, but my room is on the second floor. I went into the backyard and scaled the fence like a ninja. I stood there for a few minutes staring at the gap between the roof I needed to jump on and the top of the fence where I stood. I just kept imagining myself lying on the ground with my legs broken… my “I ♥ Haters” shirt over my head, exposing me in all my bra-less glory while I waited for someone to help me. And so I decided to explore other options.

I went around the back and checked to see if I left the sliding door open after I let Rocky out. But of course, today was the one day I remembered to lock it. I didn’t think that the front window would be unlocked, since I never open it, but I checked it anyway, and it was! I took the screen door off, slid the window open and climbed inside. During all that commotion, Rocky just lay there on the couch staring at the wall. Useless!

Here’s what I’ve learned from this experience:

1. It’s a little too easy to break into my house.
2. Don’t take your bra off in your car.
3. Get a dog that will at least try to look alive when someone is potentially breaking into your house.

Rocky would be so much happier if you bought him this dog bowl designed by Milo Ventimiglia. It’s for a good cause… Wouldn’t you love to help provide for the well-being of animals in Southern California? Or maybe just Rocky’s well-being? I mean, look at him. Could he be any more dramatic in this picture? Anyway, I’ve been so busy that I haven’t had time to blog, let alone have a decent night out with my friends. I’ve been looking forward to this Vegas trip for months now. I’ve been excited about partying at Tao. I’ve been excited about singing along with the Beatles at LOVE (a Cirque du Soleil show). I’ve been excited about getting out of SD for a few days… but now that it’s just weeks away, I’m dreading the forecasted 110° weather… I’m dreading sharing a room with twenty people… and I’m especially bummed that I’ll be going to Vegas the weekend of Comic Con since Milo Ventimiglia is going to be there this year with the cast of Heroes (again), and I’m going to miss it (again).

BUT… I’ve still got my hopes up for an awesome weekend. Everything just seems to be falling into place for me. Don’t you love when that happens? I’ve been so worried lately. I had all this anxiety about my new job. I didn’t get my grant for school. I got a $400 traffic ticket. I’ve been barely getting by since I left my job at the bank to do a meagerly paid graphic design internship at SDSU last semester… and now everything is just working itself out. My new job at AAA pays well, offers benefits and works around my internship and school schedule… and they gave me the weekend off for Vegas. My traffic ticket was dismissed after I contested it in court. I’m no longer swimming in a sea of debt now that I’ve had extra money to pay off my credit cards. Sure, I work two jobs that hardly allow any time for me to do much else… and sure, I have to take calls sometimes from pervs who need a tow home from Spearmint Rhino. Whatever. I’m happier than I’ve been in a while. With all this good fortune, I half expect a Pinkberry to pop up in the valley.