good GAWD what is wrong with me? this pup is like a newborn - cheese n rice!
briefly (cause i'm tired and want a nap) she has been named and renamed. she is now and forever lucy-lou (ok, i add in the lou part) and she is sweet. very sweet. but a pup and a young pup at that. a young stubborn pup named lucy-lou. did i mention she's sweet?
i know pups are easily excited and generally balls of energy following up with the sleep of the dead. this one is no exception, but add to that STUBBORN AS HELL. wow. good thing she's sweet. i know she's not stupid- girl learned to sit in 15 minutes - but she is absolutely C-L-U-E-L-E-S-S as to the potty training. she will play outside for an hour, come inside and pee. she pees anywhere. she doesn't try to hide it, she doesn't sniff out a spot like when she's outside. she just squats and pees - whenever, wherever. i yell at her to stop and she looks at me as if to say "yo, peeing here, be with ya in juuuuuuust a minute."
did i mention she farts and eats her own poop? sweet-sweet-sweetie-sweet.
oy.
Monday, October 29, 2007
Sunday, October 14, 2007
meet bella...
or maybe lola. could be lulu or maybe...the girl canna decide, they are all so cute, LOL! i will post more about the airport scene this afternoon - was so sweet and well, just sweet. the pup isn't nearly as sad as she looks - she came off of a farm in the boonies, she spent the last 24 hours away from her family packed in a travel crate and she was a bit unnerved by the time we got her out and about.
better pics tomorrow too.
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
junkin'
last weekend i took the kids to isabella. sunday we planned on riding, but we had most of saturday open - so round about 8am, i took ms b and mr braden junkin'. lake isabella/south lake has a hit-or-miss swap meet every weekend when the weather is nice and they generally have a few yard sales dotted around town as well.
now i don't know about you, but d and i have checked out all of the so-called "swap meet/flea markets" around here and they all have the same stuff. the *cough* vendors go to the *cough* dollar store and bring it out to sell. mostly new, packaged stuff - cheeseball ostrich skin cowboy boots and new knock-off brand denims (wonderfully displayed on the biggest bubble-assed mannequins i have every seen - once dared d to come up behind one and rub on it...'nother story). tons of raiders stuff, tons of banners and humongous belt buckles and hats and flags and remote controlled cars and car seat covers. okay, i don't know what to call these "gatherings", but they are not flea marts, they are not swap meets. these people have ruined flea marts. what happened to the junk that peeps used to haul from their garages and set up for the day on rickety old wooden tables out in a dirt lot on a warm sunday afternoon? other people's junk is where i find my treasures.
which brings me back to the isabella/south lake swap meet. THIS is where the real flea markets can be found. little po-dunk, poor towns where everybody knows everybody and they sell you a cool antiqued old globe for $2 and glasses to put votive candles in for $.10 each. this is where i find a perfectly perfect embroidered gb packers hoody for $3. this is what i'm talkin bout. LOVE this stuff. love digging through boxes of $.50 paperbacks, love finding an old complete compilation of mark twain's essays for $1. i love buying a bag of peanuts for $.25 and wandering around looking at people's junk.
which brings me to why i started writing about this in the first place. on the way to the swap meet last weekend i'm all excited telling my kids about all the treasures we might find and i happen to mention that "i absolutely ADORE looking at other people's junk!" braden and brynn both look at each other and i swear at the same time they screamed "EEEEEEEEW! gross mom!" followed quickly by, "we're telling dale that you're looking at other people's junk...!"
what kind of little perverts have i created? seriously. they are
now i don't know about you, but d and i have checked out all of the so-called "swap meet/flea markets" around here and they all have the same stuff. the *cough* vendors go to the *cough* dollar store and bring it out to sell. mostly new, packaged stuff - cheeseball ostrich skin cowboy boots and new knock-off brand denims (wonderfully displayed on the biggest bubble-assed mannequins i have every seen - once dared d to come up behind one and rub on it...'nother story). tons of raiders stuff, tons of banners and humongous belt buckles and hats and flags and remote controlled cars and car seat covers. okay, i don't know what to call these "gatherings", but they are not flea marts, they are not swap meets. these people have ruined flea marts. what happened to the junk that peeps used to haul from their garages and set up for the day on rickety old wooden tables out in a dirt lot on a warm sunday afternoon? other people's junk is where i find my treasures.
which brings me back to the isabella/south lake swap meet. THIS is where the real flea markets can be found. little po-dunk, poor towns where everybody knows everybody and they sell you a cool antiqued old globe for $2 and glasses to put votive candles in for $.10 each. this is where i find a perfectly perfect embroidered gb packers hoody for $3. this is what i'm talkin bout. LOVE this stuff. love digging through boxes of $.50 paperbacks, love finding an old complete compilation of mark twain's essays for $1. i love buying a bag of peanuts for $.25 and wandering around looking at people's junk.
which brings me to why i started writing about this in the first place. on the way to the swap meet last weekend i'm all excited telling my kids about all the treasures we might find and i happen to mention that "i absolutely ADORE looking at other people's junk!" braden and brynn both look at each other and i swear at the same time they screamed "EEEEEEEEW! gross mom!" followed quickly by, "we're telling dale that you're looking at other people's junk...!"
what kind of little perverts have i created? seriously. they are
Saturday, October 6, 2007
thoughts of fall(ing)...
wowsers -what a loser. it's been a month since my last confess---er, post. not for a lack of interesting candid camera moments, mind you, just haven't had the time or the inclination to record them for some reason.
the weather is changing and it makes me happy. i want to be outside more when fall is here - love the cool breezes and the changing colors. been riding a bit lately too - mostly in the mojave desert - which is just as beautiful in the fall as in the spring, only in a different way, i guess. there will be trail closures soon due to mating/nesting birds which is cool, tons of other places to ride. i canna believe what an incredible total body workout it is to ride the quad for 7 hours - still gimping a bit from last sunday's ride. taking the kids out this weekend - haven't had all three out together since we got the 4th quad. should be fun to just take off and not have to share bikes (the girl currently doubles with dale or me -though she'll be ready for her own next summer, i'm sure)...i love to get them all outside together and being the loser parent that i am, i think i'll let them stay out of school next monday so we can ride all day sunday. the disneyland guy doesn't know it and i'm sure will have something to say about it - but whatever, funny how when he wants to keep them out it's all good.
the birds have been keeping me busy filling their feeders- little bastards are getting nice and fat. crap, and multiplying - the neighbor says it sounds like the rainforest over here in the evenings when they all perch in the trees and chat. i love watching them, but damn they are gonna eat me outta house and home. doesn't help when the buttmeister eats what falls on the ground either. guess he figgers if the birds want it, he should want it too...so he chases the ground feeders off and grazes on the fallen manna. what a dope - i found a nice crumbly pile of poop in the garage this morning. of course i looked at it (who can turn away without inspecting poop?) and noticed it was made up of mostly bird seed. seems to be plugging him up a bit, LOL what a doomas.
getting ready to make a mess of nanner bread...mmmmm. my body says i need to start storing fat now, less i find myself without adequate sustenance come the winter harshness. pffft - gotta listen, right?
i hope your fall brings you as much happiness as it does me. i know that the prospect of winter depresses lots of people, but it fills me with a real joy. fires, candles and red wine. slippers and big sweaters. dark, rainy days curled up watching old movies and football. comfort foods like soups, chicken pot pies and cobblers. ahhh, heaven.
oh yea...MY PACKERS, BABY!!! 4-0 WHOOP-WHOOP! serious favre crush going on here, love him, love his spirit and his love of the game
the weather is changing and it makes me happy. i want to be outside more when fall is here - love the cool breezes and the changing colors. been riding a bit lately too - mostly in the mojave desert - which is just as beautiful in the fall as in the spring, only in a different way, i guess. there will be trail closures soon due to mating/nesting birds which is cool, tons of other places to ride. i canna believe what an incredible total body workout it is to ride the quad for 7 hours - still gimping a bit from last sunday's ride. taking the kids out this weekend - haven't had all three out together since we got the 4th quad. should be fun to just take off and not have to share bikes (the girl currently doubles with dale or me -though she'll be ready for her own next summer, i'm sure)...i love to get them all outside together and being the loser parent that i am, i think i'll let them stay out of school next monday so we can ride all day sunday. the disneyland guy doesn't know it and i'm sure will have something to say about it - but whatever, funny how when he wants to keep them out it's all good.
the birds have been keeping me busy filling their feeders- little bastards are getting nice and fat. crap, and multiplying - the neighbor says it sounds like the rainforest over here in the evenings when they all perch in the trees and chat. i love watching them, but damn they are gonna eat me outta house and home. doesn't help when the buttmeister eats what falls on the ground either. guess he figgers if the birds want it, he should want it too...so he chases the ground feeders off and grazes on the fallen manna. what a dope - i found a nice crumbly pile of poop in the garage this morning. of course i looked at it (who can turn away without inspecting poop?) and noticed it was made up of mostly bird seed. seems to be plugging him up a bit, LOL what a doomas.
getting ready to make a mess of nanner bread...mmmmm. my body says i need to start storing fat now, less i find myself without adequate sustenance come the winter harshness. pffft - gotta listen, right?
i hope your fall brings you as much happiness as it does me. i know that the prospect of winter depresses lots of people, but it fills me with a real joy. fires, candles and red wine. slippers and big sweaters. dark, rainy days curled up watching old movies and football. comfort foods like soups, chicken pot pies and cobblers. ahhh, heaven.
oh yea...MY PACKERS, BABY!!! 4-0 WHOOP-WHOOP! serious favre crush going on here, love him, love his spirit and his love of the game
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