Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Next is also a picture of me. The back bedroom is finished. Want to see the color of the trim?
Yes, it's white and so is my shoulder and the tip of my tail. The room was painted a week ago tomorrow and Mom and I still have paint on us. It was a different kind of paint that Dad had used on something else and it doesn't wash off very well like the normal paint does. Nice huh? Dad says I really am skunk tail since the paint is bright white. Personally, I don't see the humor in it. Mom tried to get a picture of all the paint on my tail, but I only stood still long enough for her to get a close up of my shoulder.
Now to tell you why Mom's morning routine is so screwed up. They started with the bathroom a couple weeks ago and got frustrated with it and so it's slowly getting done now. the mirror hasn't been in the bathroom all that time which means Mom puts her make-up on and does her hair in the bedroom which isn't as bright as the bathroom. Two nights ago Dad got really working on the bathroom. Here's a picture of what it looks like now. Can you see what's missing besides the cool shower curtain, paint, the good bathmat and Mom's stuff? It's something important missing.
If you guessed the sink, you're right!! Mom is now brushing her teeth in the kitchen sink. She is really not happy about it at all. Dad says it will hopefully go back in tonight. This is what the sink looks like right now in the back bedroom.
That's the update so far. Mom and Dad are hoping to finish the inside this weekend and then next weekend the rock should be here to do the yard. Hopefully we'll get to start looking for our new house soon.
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
I hear there is an imposter named Lady Chaos out there trying to be as cool as me. I checked and that's not her real name, it's a nickname!
I had a really cute picture of me to share with you today, but I'm at home, Mom is at work and the camera memory chip is on the entertainment center so she wouldn't forget to take it with her. Hopefully tomorrow I can share my cute picture. I'll forgive her since she is so crazy busy.
Dad should be home soon. I have to help him with the bathroom some more. Last night he took the sink out of the bathroom. Poor Mom is having a really hard time getting ready in the morning. She had to brish her teeth at the kitchen sink this morning and she said she didn't like that at all! She's worried abut the toilet. The tub doesn't have to be taken out, but the toilet will have to be taken out to do the wall behind it and put the tile in. Dad is hoping to have most of it done this week and then this weekend they'll finish touching up the rest of the rooms and then they'll be ready to put it on the market and then start looking for a new yard for me and a dishwasher for Mom. One of Mom's friends said she should look for other stuff in a new house besides a dishwasher. Mom said that's something someone that has owned a dishwasher for 5 years would say (the lady bought her house about 5 years ogo). The lady laughed at Mom and told her to please make sure there's a bathroom or she wasn't going to come visit. Silly humans!!!!
Monday, April 28, 2008
Kyle Busch won the Nascar race yesterday in the M&M's car!!! He hasn't done well for a few weeks and Mom and I figured out it was because Mom wasn't taking naps during the race. Yesterday, Mom took a nap because she was working out in the yard and got a little overheated and didn't feel good and Kyle won!! The end of the race was so exciting!!! Dad's driver, Michael Waptrip would have won if Tony Stewart (we like him, too as long as he's not being a butthead to Kyle) hadn't wrecked and caused a caution and then in the last couple laps Mom and I were sitting on the edge of the couch because it was so close!! Then there was that big wreck on the last lap and Mom almost fell of the couch. I don't think Mom breathed for the last 5 laps. Good thing is was a short race track!! Next week the race is on Saturday night and Mom and Dad have plans. It's supposed to be an exciting race, too so I might have to watch for them and then give them updates. Mom wont' be able to take a nap though so Kyle probably won't do very well. Mom and I were thinking maybe Kyle should give Mom some of the money since it was because of her that he won. Dad said that probably wouldn't happen. Anyway, WE LOVE YOU KYLE!!!!!!!!!
I'll post tomorrow about all the new friends I made at the chat pawty. It's a bummer I missed out on getting to talk to a bunch of dogs I already know. Next year we'll have to try to cordinate a little. I think we missed talking to Maggie and Mitch (our most favorite M&Ms and fellow Kyle Bush fans) by just a few minutes.
I have to go bark at the kids getting out of school now.
GO KYLE!!! woohoo!!
Friday, April 25, 2008
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
First, thanks a bunch for all the nice comments to Mom. She really appreciates them. We have another picture to share with youthat means a lot to both of us. She said I can share it with you even though there's some special meaning behind if for her, too. I want Mom to find the cd the photo is saved on though because the pictures we take of it hanging in the living room aren't turning out very well. All yuo can see is the top of Mom's head refelcted in the glass and the bush outside the big picture window. I'll have Mom find it and hopefully share it with you this Friday, if not, I have plenty of other stuff to share with you.
So the other night Mom and Dad were eating some cake on the couch and when they stood up I started whining. I was very persisitant. It was also obvious what I wanted. If you saw me do this:
wouldn't you know to lift up the couch cushion? Not my Mom and Dad!! So I had to do this:
When I pulled my head out, I had cake crumbs all over my nose. Don't worry, it wasnt chocolate cake. It's called Cowboy Bread and it's a cake you eat for breakfast - or I guess dessert, too cuz they've been eating it for dessert, too.
Friday, April 18, 2008
Okay, now for the Artsy stuff.
This is my White Lion. Sorry for all the weird angels on these photos. We hung them at normal eye level which of course isn't my eye level. It's tough being short. My White Lion doesn't have a name we just call him White Lion. He is done with oil pastels which I love to work with, but don't very often because they make a huge mess
I started him right after my husband and I moved in together and finished him right after we got married. My mother-in-law had some frames at her house that she wasn't using and said I could have them so I chose the biggest frame and 2 different colors of mattboard and made a fancy matt for him and hung him up. For as long as I could remember I've wanted a large picture or painting of a white tiger. I never knew why, it was just a really really strong feeling I had. When I was really young, I loved tigers and couldn't wait to go to the zoo to see one. My parents took me to the zoo and as soon as we got to the feline house I went running down the ramp. My Dad was supposed to have ahold of my hand because I was only about 4 years old. Well, I went running down the ramp, turned the corner and there was an extremly large tiger looking at me and snarling. He was behind glass, but a 4 year old doesn't know that! I screamed and was then afraid of tigers for a few years. I started to think they were cool again, but not as cool as I thought they were before one tried to eat me. Then I saw pictures of white tigers. I was infatuated with white tigers. If we were at a zoo or a fair with a white tiger, I usually ended up being left at the tiger area and then had to run to catch up with my group.
Around the time I finished my pastel drawing is when my mom and I's relationship crumbled. All of a sudden one day I decided to start sticking up for myself and stop worrying about what Mom thought. When my husband and I got engaged, I picked out the ring and the cost was hardly anything. I don't think we paid $100 for it. My mom flipped out and gave me this huge long lecture on how that wasn't enough and it didn't look like an engagement ring. That's when I strarted to realize I had been letting my mom bully me into things my entire life. That was also the first time I stood up to my mom. I told her I chose it and I didn't like "normal" engagement rings. I wanted something small, I wanted something that had more design in the band and I wanted something that while we're out camping and rock crawling and fishing and whatever else we're doing, I'm not going to worry about it getting snagged on something or loosing it. Plus, I have short stubby fingers and a big ring looks weird on my finger. My ring is perfect. Through the entire wedding process my mom would get mad at me for not following her orders. She walked out of the decorating after she argued with me about table clothes and she also walked out of the rehearsal dinner and threatened not to show up for the wedding because she was being ignored. It was pouring rain and I was trying to figure out where to put 30 people in my mother-in-law's house!! I had no idea she even left until someone asked me where my mom was. We adopted Kaos a few weeks later and my mom hated her (Kaos didn't really like my mom either). My mom was always saying labs are the dumbest dogs and anybody that owned a lab was stupid. Kaos does make me feel stupid sometimes but that's because she's so fricken smart. That Novemeber, when my husband went hunting, I wrote a letter to my mother and told her I was done worrying about what she thought of me all the time and worrying about upsetting her. I told her it was time to start thinking about me and my husband and doing things for me and my husband. I told her I was tired of never doing anything right and always worrying about how to please her. I told her I was tired of her controling me. I probably should have waited for my husband to get home before I gave her the letter because he hurt his knee hunting and my mom shut my cellphone off (and then a year later expected me to give it to my stepdad-that didn't happen) and so he freaked out when he couldn't get ahold of me (he was more worried about me than he was his knee). A few months after that happened, I had a dream about the white tiger. I was in a corral area surrounded by fences with a white tiger guarding the outside of the fence. The boards on the fence were all broken and falling apart. I stood there looking at the fence and the tiger for awhile and then all of a sudden I realized the tiger wasn't so mean and the fences were very weak so I stepped over the fence and the tiger came over and stood beside me. In my dream, my husband was standing behind me, the tiger was beside me and I started yelling at my mom. Her husband was there, too but he was kind of wandering off looking at the fence trying to figure out how to fix it. In my dream, I told my mom she couldn't control me any more and I wasn't afraid of her anymore. I told her the fences were gone and the tiger was my friend now instead of my guard. I walked off with my tiger friend and my husband and my Mom and stepdad kept trying to hang the boards up on the posts again, but the nails wouldn't hold them. After that dream is when I decided to do the special frame and matting on my drawing. He now has to hang in a room where I will see him and admire him every day. He's a reminder of how strong I am and that nobody can try controling me ever again.
So that's my White Tiger. I hope you like him.
Have a great weekend!!!
Thursday, April 17, 2008
I'm going to go look out the big window now. We have a giant picture window in front of our house and a big part of it is usually blocked by the bush. The snow has made the bush look like a Weeping Willow so I can see out the entire window making security duty much easier. Check in tomorrow for Artsy Fartsy Friday #3. I think I'm going to let Mom take care of the post tomorrow. Big Blue means a lot to her, but there's extra special meaning behind her White Tiger. It's so special, that's the only one we're going to share tomorrow. It's very exciting! I can't wait!
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
To get to Pueblo on the interstate you have to drive through a couple little towns. Right before the first one, Mom and Dad could see the glow from the fire. They didn't like that at all. Then all of a sudden they were right in the middle of black smoke. They aren't feeling very good now today because they inhaled some smoke. They needed to stop to get gas but the station Dad wanted to stop at was right in the middle of all the smoke coming over the hill so they decided to wait until they got to Pueblo. Then all of a sudden something caught their attention. They could see flames!!!!! Here is a picture of what the people from the news took from the highway Mom and Dad should have been on. When Mom and Dad watched the news when they got home they were showing other pictures of the flames that were going up the really tall pine trees which is why they could see the flames. Right now everything is so dry because we haven't had any rain or anything. During the winter we had a lot of snow so everything grew, but then it got dry because it didn't get any more water. It doesn't take much to start a fire right now. Mom and Dad could see the glow from the fire and could smell the smoke almost all the way home. Our town is a little hazey today because of it. The highway is still closed and they're still working on the fire. Last time Mom heard it was at 9,000-something acres and she's pretty sure that was an old number she heard. The families that are living on base are having to stay in a gym on the base. The army is taking very good care of them which is very nice of them. No buildings have been lost yet but last we heard, they still couldn't go home. Mom said she didn't like seeing the flames last night. It's not even summer yet and Colorado already has 3 big fires. A few years ago, before Mom and Sasha found Dad, there was a bad fire up on a mountain near a tourist attraction where Mom worked and a lot of her friends that lived in that area lost their homes and some lost outbuildings. The place Mom worked volunteered a lot of food and water to the firefighters and flame jumpers. That was a really bad summer for fires, too.
Anyway, Mom and Dad got home finally around 9:30 which was almost 4 hours after they had left Denver. Mom's butt was sore from sitting all day while Dad was in the meeting and then from sitting for that long in the car. Mom and Dad played with me for awhile and then we all went to bed. They didn't even get up at their normal times this morning. Mom and Dad left for work at the same time! That NEVER happens! Dad always leaves way earlier than Mom! They were very tired from getting up so early and then getting home so late. They had fun though and Mom has been telling everybody about her adventures last night so that's been kind of fun, too. Right now the highway is still closed from Ft. Carson to Turkey Creek which means you still have to take the long way around to get to Colorado Spinrgs. There's no other way except going through Pueblo or through Cripple Creek (that's a lot of mountain driving and takes a lot longer) so anybody that had to commute to Colorado Springs or to Cañon City this morning for work had to take the long way around.
To pay Mom and Dad back from leaving as home alone all day yesterday and not bringing us anything home, I decided to get in the litter box again. I haven't done that in a really long time. Mom had taken the baby gate down that blocked me from getting in because I had stopped getting into the litterbox. I showed them! I got a treat and made a mess and then I barfed. The cat poop did not agree with my stomache at all. Dad says he hopes I learned my lesson. I don't think I'll be eating cat poop again for a long time, but actually that made another giant mess my Dad had to clean up this morning so it also added to my punishment for them. HA! ugghhh I don't want to talk about cat poop anymore.
It's supposed to rain and snow starting sometime tonight so hopefully that will help with the fire at Ft. Carson. We hope it cleans the smoke out of the air, too because it's making Mom and Dad have sore throats and sore noses. We're about 50 miles (if you follow the highway, closer as the crow flies) so just think about all those poor people on the base that are much closer, or the fire fighters and flame jumpers working on the fire!! We hope the army familes get to go back to their homes soon and the firemen can go back to their homes and the flame jumpers can go back to their homes or wherever their stationed (a bunch are stationed in our town, but are from all over the country).
I'm going to go take a nap now. It's getting cold out so I better warm up Mom's blanket for her. Mom put a roast inthe crock pot for dinner and it's smelling very yummy. It's a new recipe so I hope it turns out.
Friday, April 11, 2008
Thursday, April 10, 2008
Wednesday, April 09, 2008
I'm off to do some more snooping to see why Sasha gets to go somewhere tomorrow and I don't. It's still upsetting me that I have to stay home and I'm the fun one!!
Tuesday, April 08, 2008
Friday, April 04, 2008
Thursday, April 03, 2008
Anyway, enough complaining about Mom and how neglected I am. Mom gets a lot of newsletters in her email everyday for gardening, recipes, art stuff and craft stuff. Today was one of her cross stitch newsletters and Mom is totally excited. There was a little noet about a group needing squares for some quilts ASAP so Mom followed the link just to see what was going on and it's a WONDERFUL sight. I love kids and Mom loves kids and so we decided I definately needed to tell everybody about this site. Here's the link: Love Quilts. What they do is a bunch of people stitch squares for quilts and mail them in to certain places and then some other people take the squares and make them into quilts and then they give them to kids who have cancer and other really bad diseases. They have been doing this since 1999 and Mom was looking at some of the quilts and reading some of the stories and has gotten very excited. She loves to do cross stitch but can't decide what to do with them after she's done with them and now she knows. One of Mom's friends has 2 little kids that have Sickle Cell and the little girl (Mom says she's not little, she's almost 11 and is almost as tall as Mom) has had 2 strokes before she was 5 because of it. She got to go to Florida through Make a Wish and this summer, she gets to go to a sickle cell camp in North Carolina!! She's a very cute little girl and Mom loves her very much. She moved really far away when she was 3 and Mom missed her TONS and TONS! Then they moved right before Mom and Dad got married about an hour from here so Mom gets to see them more often, but she still wishes they were back here in town. I heard Mom tell Dad that they might be coming to visit this weekend or next which is great! - as long as they come here to play with me instead of meating for lunch somewhere not here! Anyway, all the stories about the kids made Mom think of her friend's little girl (oh, the girl's brother also has sickle cell, but hasn't had the problems like she has) and how unfair it is for a child to have to go through all of that instead of playing and just being a kid. The little girl (Mom says to stop calling her little again) can't run like a normal kid because of the strokes. It really doesn't slow her down very much though and Mom says if you look really really really close, you can see a little dip on the left side of her mouth but that hasn't slowed her mouth down at all. Mom says she still talks 10 miles an hour and has a GIANT smile. So, if you would like to check out the group, go to the link I gave you and read about them. Mom can't wait to start making squares. She said she isn't going to committ to any kid right now while we're going through the painting and stuff, but they also have an Any Child section where you make squares that aren't for a specific child and the group uses them to fill in other quilts and if they need to throw one together really fast for an emergency (Mom found a few that the quilt was finished right before the child died so she thinks those were emergency quilts). That way, Mom can still make squares, but she doesn't have to worry about deadlines (the deadlines give you a pretty good time to do it though) until after the house is done (and I mean the new house, not the current one). Mom's excited about being part of the group and making a piece of a quilt for a sick kid that will use it a bunch. Mom has no clue how to quilt so it also gives her pile of finished designs a purpose (she's most excited about that).
Okay, now for the changes on my blog. There ares some of you that do special days like Wheely Wednesday (Butchy & Snickers and Penny & Poppy), Funny Monday (Marvin did this one and Mom and I REALLY miss it), Peek-a-Boo Friday (Girl Girl), Tanner Tuesday (Joe Stains), Sleepy Sunday (Ruby) and of course my most favorite but it seems to be the most neglected of all, Flash Friday (Peanut). Well, I've decided to start "Artsy Fartsy Friday." There won't be any actual farting (Mom's rules, not my rules). I've been trying to get Mom to get her art stuff organized so I can share it with you, but she's "busy." We're going to start with the stuff that's hung up in our house before they all get packed away for the move (we're staying very optimistic that we'll sell our house fast so Mom can get her dishwasher fast and I can get my GIANT grassy yard fast). Tomorrow will be the first "Artsy Fartsy Friday" - as long as Mom remembers to get the chip out of the camera in the morning. If she does, check in for another day of me making fun of my Mom on the internet. I'll tell more hilarious stories about her. I'll call it Hilarious Hilary Friday (notice how the beginning of the word Hilarious starts off with the EXACT letters as most of my mom's name). I'll tell you all about how much trouble she has getting ready for work in the morning since they started ripping the bathroom apart. She tried to catch her forhead on fire with her curling iron yesterday so Dad had to find her an extension cord. I lay on the bed and laugh.
So, check in tomorrow for "Artsy Fartsy Friday" or "Hilarious Hilary Friday."
I'm going to go look for the chewies I hid at lunch so I can be ready to watch Dad work on ripping the flooring out of the bathroom until Mom gets home. The cool thing about the bathroom is, it's too small for Mom and Dad to both work in there at the same time. Mom goes in once in awhile to help with something, but not for very long. She spends most of the time on the couch with me waiting for Dad to call her to come help with something.