They are amazing.Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Saturday, September 26, 2009
Meet Rue
I went with my mother to pick up a dog this afternoon. One of her friends was looking for a home for a dog she didn't really have time to take care of and Mother has been looking for a dog to keep her company. A perfect match, I think. We'll see.
The dog is a three-year-old Poodle/Yorkie mix but looks mostly Yorkie. He's solid black with auburn whiskers and eyebrows. Really pretty. He was in bad need of a bath today but mother will have him professionally groomed by mid-day Monday. She's like that.
A very friendly dog, every time you reach for him he immediately rolls over to have his belly scratched.
He's bigger than Mother is used to and he came with a 12 foot leash, well, maybe not that long but it might as well have been, and this dog can pull little tiny mother to the ground if it gets too excited. It also has a habit of wrapping the leash around her legs. First thing we do is get a two foot leash and teach the little guy to heel. Ah he's going to be a lot of fun.
Mother and Rue.
Mother adores him already.
Rue is a silly name for a dog. We're thinking Rufus maybe.
He's so cute.
But he's a male dog and has already marked territory. We're hoping he doesn't become Rue-nd this, Rue-nd that.
The dog is a three-year-old Poodle/Yorkie mix but looks mostly Yorkie. He's solid black with auburn whiskers and eyebrows. Really pretty. He was in bad need of a bath today but mother will have him professionally groomed by mid-day Monday. She's like that.
A very friendly dog, every time you reach for him he immediately rolls over to have his belly scratched.
He's bigger than Mother is used to and he came with a 12 foot leash, well, maybe not that long but it might as well have been, and this dog can pull little tiny mother to the ground if it gets too excited. It also has a habit of wrapping the leash around her legs. First thing we do is get a two foot leash and teach the little guy to heel. Ah he's going to be a lot of fun.
Mother and Rue.
Mother adores him already.Rue is a silly name for a dog. We're thinking Rufus maybe.
He's so cute.But he's a male dog and has already marked territory. We're hoping he doesn't become Rue-nd this, Rue-nd that.
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Happy Birthday Papa!
My dad turns 85 years old today! We celebrated his birthday Sunday with chicken -pot-pie, salad, and chocolate cake with chocolate icing, his favorite.
Mother and Daddy
Mother and DaddyThursday, September 10, 2009
Listen.
Can you hear that? Bells. Wedding bells! The wedding draws near and as it does, the invitations go out. Here's Laura's engagement announcement and wedding invitation. She created and printed them all herself. She's so talented. If you are ever at the Morgan County DMV, you'll want to be in her line.
Announcement Front
Announcement Back
Invitation
Announcement Front
Announcement Back
InvitationTuesday, September 08, 2009
Fresh paint!
I spent the holiday weekend painting my toy shelves and touch up painting everywhere else including doors and the steps in the daycare room. Aaaaaah, fresh and clean it is and of the first three parents in the door, nobody noticed. Ugh.
I still haven't painted the play loft. Maybe next weekend?
I still haven't painted the play loft. Maybe next weekend?
Keeping up with the Jones's (A Stupid Conversation)
Hubby went dove hunting Saturday. Apparently not many birds were flying this first few hours after the official (legal) opening of the season because they only came home with a couple of birds split between five guys. Apparently the conversation kept them entertained for hours and hours.
Yesterday, as hubby was patting out burgers and I was in and out of the kitchen cleaning, painting, and such, Rick started talking about the conversation they had in the grass field. He said, "We went out to pick up Bubba (In the south, particularly in Lawrence County Alabama we sometimes call grown men by this nickname. Generally you'd try to stay away from guys called Bubba but this one is really a nice guy.). Bubba and his wife have a really nice house. His wife even has her own tanning bed, Carol."
I responded, "Tanning beds are no big deal. We could trade that Bowflex you haven't used one time since you got it six years ago for a tanning bed easily. Besides, it's not about the tanning bed, it's about the cute dude that works at the tanning salon.
Hubby, "Men work there?" I nodded.
"YOUR wife has an eight seater hot tub she usually has to sit in ALONE."
"I get in it with you."
"Rarely."
As I was leaving the room again, Rick yelled, "And Bubba's wife texts him to come home because she needs his big ____."
I poked my head back around the corner and said, "If my husband would get text service on my cell phone and my husband HAD a big ____, I might text him the same."
"You don't think I have a big ____?"
'Yeah, baby, I think you have a big ____. Maybe even bigger than Bubba's [though I've never seen it, really I haven't]. Maybe Bubba's wife hasn't had the opportunity to survey as many ____ as I have, honey, and doesn't know what a big one looks like. Do you wish to continue with this conversation?"
Hubby, "Well Tim's wife sends him naked pics on his cell phone."
Oh brother, "Well if my husband wasn't so cheap and would pay for the internet service on our cell phones I could send him dirty pics too. You know I have dirty pics, a LOT of them." Do you want to spend all day at work wondering who saw those pics before you did or do you want to end this conversation here?"
Hubby, "I better just finish patting out these burgers."
Today hubby is going to get a dirty pic at work on his cell. We do sort of have the service (I fixed that and he doesn't know it) but it's pay per use and can be expensive but I'm going to do this just one time.
Y'all have a nice day at work!
Yesterday, as hubby was patting out burgers and I was in and out of the kitchen cleaning, painting, and such, Rick started talking about the conversation they had in the grass field. He said, "We went out to pick up Bubba (In the south, particularly in Lawrence County Alabama we sometimes call grown men by this nickname. Generally you'd try to stay away from guys called Bubba but this one is really a nice guy.). Bubba and his wife have a really nice house. His wife even has her own tanning bed, Carol."
I responded, "Tanning beds are no big deal. We could trade that Bowflex you haven't used one time since you got it six years ago for a tanning bed easily. Besides, it's not about the tanning bed, it's about the cute dude that works at the tanning salon.
Hubby, "Men work there?" I nodded.
"YOUR wife has an eight seater hot tub she usually has to sit in ALONE."
"I get in it with you."
"Rarely."
As I was leaving the room again, Rick yelled, "And Bubba's wife texts him to come home because she needs his big ____."
I poked my head back around the corner and said, "If my husband would get text service on my cell phone and my husband HAD a big ____, I might text him the same."
"You don't think I have a big ____?"
'Yeah, baby, I think you have a big ____. Maybe even bigger than Bubba's [though I've never seen it, really I haven't]. Maybe Bubba's wife hasn't had the opportunity to survey as many ____ as I have, honey, and doesn't know what a big one looks like. Do you wish to continue with this conversation?"
Hubby, "Well Tim's wife sends him naked pics on his cell phone."
Oh brother, "Well if my husband wasn't so cheap and would pay for the internet service on our cell phones I could send him dirty pics too. You know I have dirty pics, a LOT of them." Do you want to spend all day at work wondering who saw those pics before you did or do you want to end this conversation here?"
Hubby, "I better just finish patting out these burgers."
Today hubby is going to get a dirty pic at work on his cell. We do sort of have the service (I fixed that and he doesn't know it) but it's pay per use and can be expensive but I'm going to do this just one time.
Y'all have a nice day at work!
Tuesday, September 01, 2009
21 Century Kid
Oh gosh. I must share this one. My 35 month old daycare child and I were sitting on the couch together looking through Scholastic Book Club fliers. I was trying to decide which books to order for my daycare and she was asking me, "What letter is that? What number is that? What color is that?" And then suddenly a book cover caught her attention and she yelled, "Click on this one, Nini!"
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