Amazing, isn't it--the technology changes from our youth? Not only do grocery stores now put tags on every piece of fruit ("Hello, My Name Is Kiwi"), now they have little stickers on the avocados that say "I am ripe and ready to eat!"
How do they know this, the people who can't identify avocado without its name tag?
Thursday, June 30, 2005
Top Ten Reasons Why Mr. Sweetie Must Come Home
Mr. Sweetie is travelling again. We feel sorry for him--he has had to play 36 holes of golf in two days in Napa Valley. California. Where the weather is ideal. In between rounds of golf, he has to visit wineries, sample wine, and eat at fabulous restaurants.
We all know he'd prefer to be here at home. Right? I said--RIGHT?
Yeah. Right. Um...RIGHT!
Top Ten Reasons Mr. Sweetie Must Come Home Now.
10. We miss him.
9. The puppy doesn't remember him.
8. The kidlets got on a crying jag at bedtime from missing him.
7. We are not sleeping well.
6. I made some killer guacamole, and I'm the only one here who likes it.
5. I can't get the damn wireless router to work, and I need his help.
4. I'm going to start having to let the puppy sleep in bed with me, just so I can get to sleep.
3. No one else likes what I cook anymore, so we're going to have to start living on breakfast cereal.
2. Did I mention that I'm not sleeping well?
1. I can't reach the liquor in the liquor cabinet, and the damn margaritas NEED TRIPLE SEC! (And the liquor stores are, in fact, all closed this late at night).
Plus, we just miss him. He comes home tomorrow.
We all know he'd prefer to be here at home. Right? I said--RIGHT?
Yeah. Right. Um...RIGHT!
Top Ten Reasons Mr. Sweetie Must Come Home Now.
10. We miss him.
9. The puppy doesn't remember him.
8. The kidlets got on a crying jag at bedtime from missing him.
7. We are not sleeping well.
6. I made some killer guacamole, and I'm the only one here who likes it.
5. I can't get the damn wireless router to work, and I need his help.
4. I'm going to start having to let the puppy sleep in bed with me, just so I can get to sleep.
3. No one else likes what I cook anymore, so we're going to have to start living on breakfast cereal.
2. Did I mention that I'm not sleeping well?
1. I can't reach the liquor in the liquor cabinet, and the damn margaritas NEED TRIPLE SEC! (And the liquor stores are, in fact, all closed this late at night).
Plus, we just miss him. He comes home tomorrow.
Another Night of Insomnia
Mr. Sweetie is still out of town on business travel. We at home are having trouble going to sleep in his absence. I was up until 4:30 last night, unable to sleep because Mr. Sweetie is gone, and the weather was really hot and humid.
And because, Mistress of All Amateur Design Decisions had insisted on buying a stunning bed with a large headboard (last fall, when it was cool) and putting it in front of the only windows in the master bedroom--because that is the only wall without a steeply sloping ceiling--one of the hazards of an old Victorian farmhouse. Now, come hot weather, there is no place for air to enter the room, no place to put a window air conditioner, and nowhere to put a fan.
So, tonight, some things are different. The weather has cooled considerably. I have already staked out a temporary sleeping arrangement in a room with a ceiling fan.
And I have already started on the tequila. Yup--I should sleep well tonight.
And because, Mistress of All Amateur Design Decisions had insisted on buying a stunning bed with a large headboard (last fall, when it was cool) and putting it in front of the only windows in the master bedroom--because that is the only wall without a steeply sloping ceiling--one of the hazards of an old Victorian farmhouse. Now, come hot weather, there is no place for air to enter the room, no place to put a window air conditioner, and nowhere to put a fan.
So, tonight, some things are different. The weather has cooled considerably. I have already staked out a temporary sleeping arrangement in a room with a ceiling fan.
And I have already started on the tequila. Yup--I should sleep well tonight.
Street Fashion
I was at a stop light behind a Mini Cooper today. The mini was a lovely golden color I'd not seen before, but that was not what made it noticeable.
It had been accessorized. And I mean "accessorized" like a theme room at a fantasy suites hotel. There were two vertical stripes of leopard spots running up the back of the car, on either side of the the license plate. The license plate was framed by a chrome frame with a pattern of (big) cat paws. On the rear deck (so you could see them in the rear window) was a bobble-head leopard, a pair of leopard print fuzzy dice, and a leopard Beanie Baby. Just below the back seats' headrests I could see the edge of leopard print seat covers. The license plate was personalized to say "SHEMINI."
Me: (to the kidlets) Oh look how she's accessorized her car with all the leopard things!
Bunny: How do you know it was a she?
Me: Well, the license plate says "She Mini," so I figured it was a lady.
Bunny: That could just be a coincidence. After all, boys like leopards too you know.
Do men drive accessorized leopard print Cooper Minis? I'm having trouble wrapping my mind around that. All I can say is--not any men I know. Not even the gay ones.
It had been accessorized. And I mean "accessorized" like a theme room at a fantasy suites hotel. There were two vertical stripes of leopard spots running up the back of the car, on either side of the the license plate. The license plate was framed by a chrome frame with a pattern of (big) cat paws. On the rear deck (so you could see them in the rear window) was a bobble-head leopard, a pair of leopard print fuzzy dice, and a leopard Beanie Baby. Just below the back seats' headrests I could see the edge of leopard print seat covers. The license plate was personalized to say "SHEMINI."
Me: (to the kidlets) Oh look how she's accessorized her car with all the leopard things!
Bunny: How do you know it was a she?
Me: Well, the license plate says "She Mini," so I figured it was a lady.
Bunny: That could just be a coincidence. After all, boys like leopards too you know.
Do men drive accessorized leopard print Cooper Minis? I'm having trouble wrapping my mind around that. All I can say is--not any men I know. Not even the gay ones.
Wednesday, June 29, 2005
Those Were The Days, My Friend, I Feared They'd Never End
I was out with the kidlets today at a discount theater to watch Robots, which we had not yet seen. It hadn't struck anyones fancy at full price, but at $2 a pop, we were willing to try it.
Also in the theater was another mom with two children--I'm guessing the boy was 4 and the girl was 2. The mom sat the boy on the end against a wall, the girl in the middle, and herself on the end. The boy protested "But I wanna sit next to you too!"
Mom: (firmly) No. That's not going to work.
Girl: I don't want to sit here!
Mom moves girl to the end by the wall, herself in the middle, boy on the outside.
Boy: I want to sit there, by the wall.
Mom: (still firm, and still reasonable) No. Your sister needs to sit there.
Girl: I want that seat!
Mom puts boy at the wall, girl in the middle, herself at the end. Everyone smiles.
I look over at my two kidlets, sitting together quietly, reading books until the lights go down. Things do get better as they get older sometimes, don't they?
Which made me think about how hard parenting really is. You have to be so attentive to each detail, each moment, that it is hard to see anything like a big picture. This mom was firm and kind, and yet she totally gave in to the kids' demands, even after she already said "no."
As a bystander, I have the luxury of trying to figure out what that teaches the kids--"no" doesn't mean "no," so keep asking, but if you are reasonable about your requests they can get granted? There was no whining, no voices were raised, yet the mom was only marginally in charge. Was that a bad thing, though?
I visited a dear friend of mine earlier this week, and took my two kidlets and the new puppy to visit her new house and her two kids, ages (almost) 6 and 4. She was amazing! The house was tidy--the kid mess was confined to the lower level, which left large living areas as adult friendly. The kids were excited by the visit--new people and a new puppy--and yet the prevailing atmosphere was of calm, and quiet. The kids were attentive to us, kind to the puppy, they didn't pull or tug or rile the puppy up, but sat and let him come to them. They shared their toys with each other and with my girls, and we found the 6 year old and my 8 year old in the play area sharing computer games with each other.
There was a brief time out, that was preceded by a calm warning, a quiet enforcement of the rule, the setting of a kitchen timer, and the child re-emerged when the bell rang. No fighting, no upset, just calm establishment of the rules and consistent follow-through.
Thank God I was already past that stage with my kids, or I would have simply given up in awe and amazement. Calm I can do pretty well, usually. Rules--I'm not so good and stating, and even worse at enforcing. My friend was calm and organized, her children were well behaved and adorable--not in the least shy, not attention seeking, just little people with a great start on their lives. I totally don't know how she does it. I can only seek to learn from her example.
And yet, I bet if I asked her, she would be convinced that "everybody else" does a better job at balancing their lives than she does. She has no idea how amazing she is.
Because she is living in the moment to moment life you live when the kids are little. I know I had no perspective about what I was doing most of the time--I was just trying to do my best with whatever I had at any particular moment. I think that was what the mom at the movie was doing too.
And as I look at my kidlets--as I see them maturing and growing into such delightful people--I have to think that sometimes, that was enough.
Also in the theater was another mom with two children--I'm guessing the boy was 4 and the girl was 2. The mom sat the boy on the end against a wall, the girl in the middle, and herself on the end. The boy protested "But I wanna sit next to you too!"
Mom: (firmly) No. That's not going to work.
Girl: I don't want to sit here!
Mom moves girl to the end by the wall, herself in the middle, boy on the outside.
Boy: I want to sit there, by the wall.
Mom: (still firm, and still reasonable) No. Your sister needs to sit there.
Girl: I want that seat!
Mom puts boy at the wall, girl in the middle, herself at the end. Everyone smiles.
I look over at my two kidlets, sitting together quietly, reading books until the lights go down. Things do get better as they get older sometimes, don't they?
Which made me think about how hard parenting really is. You have to be so attentive to each detail, each moment, that it is hard to see anything like a big picture. This mom was firm and kind, and yet she totally gave in to the kids' demands, even after she already said "no."
As a bystander, I have the luxury of trying to figure out what that teaches the kids--"no" doesn't mean "no," so keep asking, but if you are reasonable about your requests they can get granted? There was no whining, no voices were raised, yet the mom was only marginally in charge. Was that a bad thing, though?
I visited a dear friend of mine earlier this week, and took my two kidlets and the new puppy to visit her new house and her two kids, ages (almost) 6 and 4. She was amazing! The house was tidy--the kid mess was confined to the lower level, which left large living areas as adult friendly. The kids were excited by the visit--new people and a new puppy--and yet the prevailing atmosphere was of calm, and quiet. The kids were attentive to us, kind to the puppy, they didn't pull or tug or rile the puppy up, but sat and let him come to them. They shared their toys with each other and with my girls, and we found the 6 year old and my 8 year old in the play area sharing computer games with each other.
There was a brief time out, that was preceded by a calm warning, a quiet enforcement of the rule, the setting of a kitchen timer, and the child re-emerged when the bell rang. No fighting, no upset, just calm establishment of the rules and consistent follow-through.
Thank God I was already past that stage with my kids, or I would have simply given up in awe and amazement. Calm I can do pretty well, usually. Rules--I'm not so good and stating, and even worse at enforcing. My friend was calm and organized, her children were well behaved and adorable--not in the least shy, not attention seeking, just little people with a great start on their lives. I totally don't know how she does it. I can only seek to learn from her example.
And yet, I bet if I asked her, she would be convinced that "everybody else" does a better job at balancing their lives than she does. She has no idea how amazing she is.
Because she is living in the moment to moment life you live when the kids are little. I know I had no perspective about what I was doing most of the time--I was just trying to do my best with whatever I had at any particular moment. I think that was what the mom at the movie was doing too.
And as I look at my kidlets--as I see them maturing and growing into such delightful people--I have to think that sometimes, that was enough.
Another 30 Second Review
Today, we bring you the 30 Second Review of Robots:
Me: What did you like about that movie?
Bunny: I liked the part where the robot got the voice box, and it sounded like an announcer voice. "And he wins!"
Me: Oh, yes. It sounded like he was announcing a baseball game.
Bunny: No, it sounded more like wrestling to me. I don't know why it reminded me of wrestling. Oh, yeah. Because it was stupid and violent, that's why it sounded like wrestling.
(Apologies to wrestling fans everywhere--I had no idea the Bunny even knew about wrestling.)
Me: What did you like about that movie?
Bunny: I liked the part where the robot got the voice box, and it sounded like an announcer voice. "And he wins!"
Me: Oh, yes. It sounded like he was announcing a baseball game.
Bunny: No, it sounded more like wrestling to me. I don't know why it reminded me of wrestling. Oh, yeah. Because it was stupid and violent, that's why it sounded like wrestling.
(Apologies to wrestling fans everywhere--I had no idea the Bunny even knew about wrestling.)
Monday, June 27, 2005
Yet Another Humiliating Moment
So, I bought a new laptop, as it has become painfully obvious that one computer with four people is not sufficient. The laptop is small, lightweight, and far from cutting edge, but will do what we need to do, which is relieve the congestion around the computer generally.
So, I open it up, and start messing around on it. And it's really nifty, until the Bunny points out that "there's no sound."
Well, that simply will not do, will it? So, I check the system volume, I check the audio devices, I check their compatibility with Windows XP. I run the troubleshooter for audio devices, and stump the experts.
Still no sound.
So, now the time has come to call in some big guns. I did, after all, buy the computer only yesterday. I call the retail store's service center. They tell me to call the manufacturer. So I do.
I have to give them all my registration information (I did do it online, but it hadn't shown up yet). I tell them the problem and all the steps I took to fix it. The nice young man on the line asks to put me on hold, while he researches the problem.
Dum de dum--bad hold music.
"Um, ma'am?" He's back. "Did you check the volume control wheel on the front of the computer--make sure that it's not turned all the way down?"
So, I'm guessing that CIO job will be going to someone else.
Hey--at least I had turned the damned thing on!
So, I open it up, and start messing around on it. And it's really nifty, until the Bunny points out that "there's no sound."
Well, that simply will not do, will it? So, I check the system volume, I check the audio devices, I check their compatibility with Windows XP. I run the troubleshooter for audio devices, and stump the experts.
Still no sound.
So, now the time has come to call in some big guns. I did, after all, buy the computer only yesterday. I call the retail store's service center. They tell me to call the manufacturer. So I do.
I have to give them all my registration information (I did do it online, but it hadn't shown up yet). I tell them the problem and all the steps I took to fix it. The nice young man on the line asks to put me on hold, while he researches the problem.
Dum de dum--bad hold music.
"Um, ma'am?" He's back. "Did you check the volume control wheel on the front of the computer--make sure that it's not turned all the way down?"
So, I'm guessing that CIO job will be going to someone else.
Hey--at least I had turned the damned thing on!
Saturday, June 25, 2005
Boys Will Be Boys
And girls remain innocent.
We've had our new puppy for about a week now, and he continues to be a wonderful dog. We took him to the pet store and bought some new toys for him, which he has played with very well.
Except for one toy, which he started to pounce on. Something about the pounce led him to dominate it, which led him to just hump the hell out of the thing. The dogs I had before did a little of this, mostly the female on the male to show him who was boss.
But this was more intense, perhaps because Bermondsey is still an adolescent male, and only recently neutered. At any rate, this "domination" became intensely sexual, and suddenly this quiet little shy puppy had an enormous erection. I swear it was half as long as he was.
I think it surprised him, because he didn't seem to know what was happening or what to do with it. It kind of flopped over his leg, which freaked him out a little bit.
It was the kidlets' reactions that cracked me up the most. The Pony thought he was just dancing with it and he looked "so funny and so cute!" The Bunny uttered, direly, "Don't tell me--he just pooped, didn't he."
I hadn't expected a new dog to provide visual aids for sex education--I guess that's just a bonus gift with purchase.
We've had our new puppy for about a week now, and he continues to be a wonderful dog. We took him to the pet store and bought some new toys for him, which he has played with very well.
Except for one toy, which he started to pounce on. Something about the pounce led him to dominate it, which led him to just hump the hell out of the thing. The dogs I had before did a little of this, mostly the female on the male to show him who was boss.
But this was more intense, perhaps because Bermondsey is still an adolescent male, and only recently neutered. At any rate, this "domination" became intensely sexual, and suddenly this quiet little shy puppy had an enormous erection. I swear it was half as long as he was.
I think it surprised him, because he didn't seem to know what was happening or what to do with it. It kind of flopped over his leg, which freaked him out a little bit.
It was the kidlets' reactions that cracked me up the most. The Pony thought he was just dancing with it and he looked "so funny and so cute!" The Bunny uttered, direly, "Don't tell me--he just pooped, didn't he."
I hadn't expected a new dog to provide visual aids for sex education--I guess that's just a bonus gift with purchase.
Friday, June 24, 2005
A Few Words About My Name
Over the last week or so, I've mentioned to people who know me IRL that I have a blog. They seem interested, even if only to be polite, until I tell them the name of it.
Somehow, the name "Mistress of All Evil" just scares some people off. Imagine!
Actually, I thought it was blatantly obvious that it was a joke. I mean, "mild mannered" doesn't even begin to describe how un-Evil I am. Polite, yes, eager to be liked, yes. Evil? Um...no. Not so much.
And yet, two separate people who have known me for years got the yips when I told them my name. They were appeased only after I told them the origin of my sobriquet. Prophylactically, therefore, I do the same here.
The Bunny's favorite movie since she was 2 has been "Sleeping Beauty." The Disney version, of course, which was my favorite when I was about 4 myself. As a result, The Bunny's favorite villain is Maleficent, the wicked fairy.
As I sat with her, watching this movie for about the eleventy-millionth time, I began to contemplate the nature of Disney fairies. I mean, if you had magical powers of transformation, what would you do for yourself? Would you run around in a shapeless gray cloak with gray hair and an extremely round figure? Or would you make yourself tall, slim, and shapely? Okay, the giant black horn hat is a bit over the top, and not something I would wear myself, but you see the point. If I had magic powers, I wouldn't be a dumpy old lady, no sir! I'd be something stylish!
So, just for fun, I mentioned it to the kidlets--that maybe I should be like Maleficent. And bless their perceptive little hearts, they got the joke and laughed. "Oh Mama," they said, and pointed out that I was entirely unlike her in every possible way.
This became a great joke among the three of us, and actually came in handy as a parenting tool. There were occasions when I had to tell the kidlets to do something they didn't want to do, and so they objected. "But why do we have to?"
And I replied, "Because, I am the Mistress of all Evil!" I tried to sound as much like Maleficent as she delivers that line, and added my own evil cackle for good measure.
And it never failed to crack them up. But--and this is the parenting tool part--they understood that I doing it for important reasons, and so they would actually do what I asked.
The beauty part of this is that we avoided actually arguing about it. I never had to say "because I'm the mother, that's why" or "because I say so, that's why" or engage in other forms of conflict. I said "because I am the Mistress of Allllll Evil" and they got it.
Maybe I am way scarier than I think, but that means the kidlets are more perceptive than my adult friends, which makes them prodigies, I guess.
Somehow, the name "Mistress of All Evil" just scares some people off. Imagine!
Actually, I thought it was blatantly obvious that it was a joke. I mean, "mild mannered" doesn't even begin to describe how un-Evil I am. Polite, yes, eager to be liked, yes. Evil? Um...no. Not so much.
And yet, two separate people who have known me for years got the yips when I told them my name. They were appeased only after I told them the origin of my sobriquet. Prophylactically, therefore, I do the same here.
The Bunny's favorite movie since she was 2 has been "Sleeping Beauty." The Disney version, of course, which was my favorite when I was about 4 myself. As a result, The Bunny's favorite villain is Maleficent, the wicked fairy.
As I sat with her, watching this movie for about the eleventy-millionth time, I began to contemplate the nature of Disney fairies. I mean, if you had magical powers of transformation, what would you do for yourself? Would you run around in a shapeless gray cloak with gray hair and an extremely round figure? Or would you make yourself tall, slim, and shapely? Okay, the giant black horn hat is a bit over the top, and not something I would wear myself, but you see the point. If I had magic powers, I wouldn't be a dumpy old lady, no sir! I'd be something stylish!
So, just for fun, I mentioned it to the kidlets--that maybe I should be like Maleficent. And bless their perceptive little hearts, they got the joke and laughed. "Oh Mama," they said, and pointed out that I was entirely unlike her in every possible way.
This became a great joke among the three of us, and actually came in handy as a parenting tool. There were occasions when I had to tell the kidlets to do something they didn't want to do, and so they objected. "But why do we have to?"
And I replied, "Because, I am the Mistress of all Evil!" I tried to sound as much like Maleficent as she delivers that line, and added my own evil cackle for good measure.
And it never failed to crack them up. But--and this is the parenting tool part--they understood that I doing it for important reasons, and so they would actually do what I asked.
The beauty part of this is that we avoided actually arguing about it. I never had to say "because I'm the mother, that's why" or "because I say so, that's why" or engage in other forms of conflict. I said "because I am the Mistress of Allllll Evil" and they got it.
Maybe I am way scarier than I think, but that means the kidlets are more perceptive than my adult friends, which makes them prodigies, I guess.
Tuesday, June 21, 2005
Monday, June 20, 2005
The Cartel Has Set Policy For The Next Decade
The Girl Cartel (aka The Pony and The Bunny) hath spoken, and Toasty is no more.
The new name is "Bermondsey."
This is not just an unusual name, and not just the area where we stayed in London. It is also descriptive of the dog himself--it is an area of warehouses right on the Thames, south of London, that had fallen on hard times. Many of the warehouses were abandoned, especially following the bombings of WWII.
Over the last 20 years, the area became a pioneering place for renovation, creating flats and offices. Currently, it is the site of a great deal of new construction and gentrification.
Like the dog, who has suffered some hard times, but is on his way to better things.
Of course, since we tend to "over name" our animals, his full name is "Constable Windsor Bermondsey of the Back Yard."
When he heard this, Mr. Sweetie laughed, then rolled his eyes to heaven, seeking understanding from above since his family down here is obviously insane.
***Pictures will be posted--currently having some trouble with the digital camera. Not to worry, there will be photos!
The new name is "Bermondsey."
This is not just an unusual name, and not just the area where we stayed in London. It is also descriptive of the dog himself--it is an area of warehouses right on the Thames, south of London, that had fallen on hard times. Many of the warehouses were abandoned, especially following the bombings of WWII.
Over the last 20 years, the area became a pioneering place for renovation, creating flats and offices. Currently, it is the site of a great deal of new construction and gentrification.
Like the dog, who has suffered some hard times, but is on his way to better things.
Of course, since we tend to "over name" our animals, his full name is "Constable Windsor Bermondsey of the Back Yard."
When he heard this, Mr. Sweetie laughed, then rolled his eyes to heaven, seeking understanding from above since his family down here is obviously insane.
***Pictures will be posted--currently having some trouble with the digital camera. Not to worry, there will be photos!
Saturday, June 18, 2005
And The Winner Is...
We got a dog today. I was prepared not to. In fact, after yesterday, I was pretty darn convinced we were going to get one of the black and white Shih Tzu puppies we saw.
Today was the rescue organization adoption at a (somewhat) nearby pet store. It was not meant to be, I thought. At first, I had the wrong pet store, and while there was an adoption going on, it was not the one I wanted to go to, as I had particular dogs I wanted to see.
So, fortunately having a cel phone, I called 411, got connected to the right store, and asked for directions. And then I sent us the entirely wrong direction. I thought I knew where I was going, and I didn't, and the person who gave me directions didn't drive, so between us, we ended up in the wrong place. I had to call back. Again. And get a different person.
So, instead of being there before the adoption started, we were there half an hour afterward. Which is often fatal if you are interested in a smaller dog. In fact, at first, I couldn't see any smaller dogs, and I figured it was fate.
Except it wasn't. The dog I had come to see spotted me first. I walked toward him, and he stood up, looked at me with his big brown eyes, and licked my finger. This was Toasty.
We brought him home.
He is a very quiet and alert dog, probably a Lhasa Apso crossed with--maybe a cairn terrier? He is about 9 months old and very sweet. The girl handling the adoption papers for me started to cry to say goodbye to him. He was very well loved by the adoption people, and a very lovely dog.
So, you are bound to be inundated with pictures and stories, so I'll cut you some slack right now.
Toasty is home, and he is ours.
Today was the rescue organization adoption at a (somewhat) nearby pet store. It was not meant to be, I thought. At first, I had the wrong pet store, and while there was an adoption going on, it was not the one I wanted to go to, as I had particular dogs I wanted to see.
So, fortunately having a cel phone, I called 411, got connected to the right store, and asked for directions. And then I sent us the entirely wrong direction. I thought I knew where I was going, and I didn't, and the person who gave me directions didn't drive, so between us, we ended up in the wrong place. I had to call back. Again. And get a different person.
So, instead of being there before the adoption started, we were there half an hour afterward. Which is often fatal if you are interested in a smaller dog. In fact, at first, I couldn't see any smaller dogs, and I figured it was fate.
Except it wasn't. The dog I had come to see spotted me first. I walked toward him, and he stood up, looked at me with his big brown eyes, and licked my finger. This was Toasty.
We brought him home.
He is a very quiet and alert dog, probably a Lhasa Apso crossed with--maybe a cairn terrier? He is about 9 months old and very sweet. The girl handling the adoption papers for me started to cry to say goodbye to him. He was very well loved by the adoption people, and a very lovely dog.
So, you are bound to be inundated with pictures and stories, so I'll cut you some slack right now.
Toasty is home, and he is ours.
Friday, June 17, 2005
News Flash! Snow Reported In Hell Today...
We also looked at this 8 month old Lhasa Apso today. I am very fond of Lhasas, but this one did not capture my heart like the Shih Tzus did. This is a new development, and probably welcome in the family, as I am the only member of the family who wants another Lhasa. Ever.
All Worn Out At The OK Corral
This is the one with the blaze askew. I tried to get his face straight on, but I guess he is shy.
What's Black And White...
This is The Bunny holding the other two puppies. They each are two pounds or less, and you want to buy all of them.
Domino Doggies
The Pony, holding two males and one female. The one on the left has a mostly black face with a white blaze that starts out running down the middle, then gets diverted around his nose. He is my favorite.
The Great Puppy Search 2005
These are the baby Shih Tzus we saw today. Their owner came around the corner of the house, and these five little furballs came trotting after her. They were quickly distracted, however, by the flowers hanging over the sidewalk.
Thursday, June 16, 2005
The Ottomans Are Here!
We are buying new furniture for The Manse, and among the purchases are a pair of corner chairs. pushed together they make a lovely loveseat, but there was no place to put the feet. These are very comfy chairs, and foot rests became imparative.
So, off I trot, back to the store, and find lovely ottomans that only have to be special ordered so the fabric matches the chairs. I order--late March or early April.
They finally arrived. And so--the Ottomans are here! Am I the only one who has the image of fierce Turkish warriors forced into humbled submission so that my kidlets can rest their feet while watching Discovery Kids?
So, off I trot, back to the store, and find lovely ottomans that only have to be special ordered so the fabric matches the chairs. I order--late March or early April.
They finally arrived. And so--the Ottomans are here! Am I the only one who has the image of fierce Turkish warriors forced into humbled submission so that my kidlets can rest their feet while watching Discovery Kids?
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