Wow that was a decent weekend.  I never have a weekend that rates “great” anymore, so decent is pretty good.  No running around all over the place, minimal phone calls, intermittent entertainment… just overall relaxing.  I had the day off Friday, which is a solid start to any weekend.  Since the weather was so nice, I took the pups to the Bark Park and let them run themselves silly all afternoon.  It was a work day, so I figured nobody else would be there, and that theory was dead on.  We had the entire place to ourselves.  Later in the evening we headed a bit south to attend yet another in the recent string of 40th birthday parties, for one Carl “Chuck Rotten” Scotten.  It was a well-attended event, and turned into the usual reminisce-a-thon.  Todd was notably absent however; he decided to go to a “tennis mixer” at the gym instead, continuing on his current run of questionable decision making.

Saturday we started the day with a visit from the Dog Guy.  It was sort of a waste of time really.  All I wanted to work on this week was leash-walking, and it was pouring rain out.  We really didn’t work on too much else… she is doing pretty well on her sit/stay stuff, but isn’t quite ready for any more advanced stuff until we can get her to walk a lot better on the leash.  After that was over, we cleaned house for a while.  Donette’s parents have been helping us keep the place clean, but they’ve headed off to Texas for their winter hibernation so we’re on our own for a while.  (Something tells me the odds of finding a cleaning person that doesn’t mind two Pitbulls running around the house is pretty remote, although I guess we haven’t really tried.)  That depressing round of chores took a few hours, and then we started cooking for some odd reason.  Apparently inspired by her recent trip to Albuquerque, Donette was on some kind of mission to make stacked enchiladas.  We decided on a recipe and went at it, boiling up some chicken, roasting chiles, chopping up the “stuff,” and making a few side dishes to go with them.  Oddly, I think my favorite part was baking them on dinner plates in the oven.  Don’t ask me why… I’ve just always liked hot dinner plates.  Weird, I realize.  Anyway, the Martins came over and joined us for the taste test.  They came out OK;  At no point did I close my eyes and feel like I was actually at El Pinto eating though.  Not bad for a first try.  After dinner we threw some 10 point pitch with the Martins, and the evening saw the men return to their standard dominating card form.  I can’t remember the exact numbers but I think the second game was 40 – 0.  Something like that.

Sunday was good ol’ football day.  Not much more to say there.  We also made a second run at the stacked enchiladas, with all the leftovers from the night before.  The Sunday recipe turned out much more favorably than the Saturday one;  Sorry Martins, you got shafted.  It was a pretty solid effort, plus I got to bake on dinner plates again;  Two times in as many days.  Ahhhhh, life in the fast lane.  Not much after that.  It was too muddy to take the dogs anywhere, so we curled up and watched the games, baseball and all.  While nothing is ever certain, I think my Fantasy Football team is even going to win this week… Will miracles never cease.