Early morning musings

Or late night, depending on which you prefer.  It is sunday here though. 

 I’m about to cap off a nice day.  Okay you know the generic word ‘nice’?  Many people feel now, that nice is just too mundane of a word to describe things. I disagree.  Nice describes my day today, perfectly.

 

 Okay it was really awesome weather for one.  We got a late cleaning start, and Doug woke up sick with allergies again.  I have several ideas to remedy that for the household at least.  Hepa filter on the a/c.  Fans with reverse air cleaning.  The dogs are taking the brunt of the blame but I know it’s not them.  When we did go outside,  the air even began to bother me, so I know that the pollen count had to be extremely high. 

  So today was the post’s “Mega Yard Sale”  We went to a few. 

 

 Every twice a year the post holds a post-wide yard sale.  That way everyone can go around to each sale and save time and gas and well…money I guess. 

 

 

 My take?  A brand new lamp, a pillow for crafting, basket, and vase,  and a big pot for the stove (replacing the one i broke the handle off)  as well as a sofa and loveseat for 250 bucks.  

 

 

  I love the mega yard sales!  Well, Doug and I took off for a decent meal alone at Mimi’s Cafe.  Which is probably my next to favorite restaurant.  Doug and I split this appetizer of pot stickers, and asian cole slaw.  YUM!

 

 

Then he ordered this gumbo, on the left and I ordered the french onion soup on the right.

 

 

Finally he ordered roast beef ciabatta sandwhich and I ordered the Turkey Rueben  which I had to take part of home. 

 

All this, along with the homemade muffins and breads at this place make Mimi’s cafe, my next to favorite place to eat.  My mouth is watering just looking at these pictures.

 

 

Doug and I talked some more on the drive about things in general.  He says that he can now relate to me better since I am one of the personnel workers in his company.  He feels when we talk we now have a ‘common’ subject if you will.  I remind him that it doesn’t mean I always want to talk about the military. 

 

 

He states his concern that he feels that I am always waiting for him to screw up so I can tell him, “see we don’t get along!”   I must say, in all honesty.  That is probably an accurate statement.  I’m hyper vigilant now.  I guess time will heal that wound. 

 

 

So, it was a nice day but then after we got home I napped and woke up feeling like someone took a sledge hammer to the side of my head. 

Not wanting to be out of commission, knowing that I promised little A a ‘birthday outing’, I quickly took a tranquilizer, 800 mg. motrin, 2 excedrin extra strength migraine, and a sudafed and laid down again. 

 

Thank you God it did the trick.   I was feeling really good for bowling.  We all went, and we all had fun.  (see Sunday Photo Essay)

 

Well, I am glad to finally see that Prince and Sugar are getting along great.  They played today in the house. 

 

 They play in the yard.  While Prince is still a grump sometimes, he never snaps at her anymore.   I’m sure that soon they will be inseparable.  Which is good since Prince really needed company since i started working…

 

 

*I assure you that they are playing here*

 

 

 

*she’s really up to no good.  Look at those wheels turning in her brain!*

 

Well, I gotta go to sleep now.  I am wiped out.  It’s been fun and I’m not just saying that!

 

~night ya’ll~

SG♥

The trading of Coconut

 

 

As has been a habit now for quite a few weeks, (small town syndrome I guess) I talk to strangers on a whim! 

 Having finished with the Pee Wee football photos,  I found a lady who held a small dog whom I mistakenly thought was a pomeranian.  But he’s a long haired chihuaua, named ‘Coconut’. 

 

Coconut is lucky.  He has a great home now, but it hadn’t always been that way. 

He was rescued in a way, from a home that had trouble caring for him.

  His owner tells me that coconut was traded in a unique barter that I suppose could be done in this midwestern state and a few remote countries too.

“Well, we slaughtered a pig and gave it to [the owners] along with 100 dollars.  They have diapers, some food for their family and we got our little baby here!”  *she holds him up and kisses him*

It’s clear that Coconut is happy.   Coconut makes ME happy just hearing his story.

Sugary sweet without the cavities

Sweetie and Sugar~September 2008

 

 

 

Big A and little Sugar

 

 

 

 

 

Ooooh what a cutesy wootsy little Sugar wuger! Give mommy sugar kisses…

All About Sugar

 

We got to get her 2 days early!  I took Doug over to their house to see which pup I’d picked out and the owner said that the mother’s milk was actually dried up, that she had stopped nursing,  and that the pups were eating moist dog food. 

  Soooo…we brought her home.  The smallest out of the whole litter. 

Which is just my style.  If there’s an under dog (pardon the pun) to be picked, I’ll always pick that one. 

 

Several things make her more manageable than Jake, the black lab that had to go back to his owner.

1)  This one is a “she”

2)  She’s way less active than Jake was

3)  She is ultra quiet, sweet natured and not mischievous

4) Prince tolerates her way better than he tolerated Jake

 

 

So, holding trembling puppy, walking home, she just felt like a “sugar” to me.   Sweeeeet like that.

 

 

When we got her home I mixed her some kibble with milk and warmed it in the microwave, then I smashed it up with a spoon until it resembled mush. 

 

 

Sugar acted like she hadn’t ever eaten in her life!  It’s possible she was the smallest because she couldn’t get enough food, IDK but if that’s the case, she will definitely get fattened up here!  We dote on our pets here. 

 Read:  Spoiled rotten.

 

 

Oh yeah, and I got her breed wrong in my blog the other day.  She is actually,  Boston and Rat Terrier + border collie. 

 Which means she will not be huge. 

  She’s so tiny now, I think my hair brush is longer than her!  Even though the pictures here make her look big.

  

 

 

 

 

 

 

Photo Essay~Have Puppies They Will Come

 

They’re almost all spoken for.  I spoke for one.  A tan female with a white ring around the neck.  The mommy dog is brindle boxer, and the sneaky daddy is some kind of border collie running around loose (prolly as we speak) cornering other unsuspecting gurl doggies that stay outside at night.

 

I get to take her home on Friday.  They’ll be 6 weeks and they are already chowing down on dog food softened with milk.  Hopefully, she’ll be better received by Prince than Jake was, the black lab who had to go back for a variety of reasons. 

After asking my neighbors for permission, and letting them know that I blog daily AND post pictures, they were very friendly and let me go to town, shooting the pups pics.  

I laid on the ground to level the camera and immediately got assaulted by puppies looking for my uhhh…source of milk… I guess they know a bitch when they see one. hehe…

sorry.  couldn’t resist that one.

  Once they figured it out they were off to the happy hands of the eight kids that were gathered by the fence admiring the little creatures. 

 

 

 

The puppy “meet and greet”  coming out party

 

 

 

Pick me, Pick me , Pick ME!

If you can resist puppy eyes, you’re made of cold, cold steel!

 

 

Wiggling little bundles of fluff and stuff

 

 

 

Look into my sad eyes…now…

Bring me home!

 

 

I’ll hang around familiar territory…my master’s boots!

 

 

curious leg climber. 

 

 

 

 

 

I hope mine is this quiet when I get her home!  Doesn’t this make ya go awwww…..

 

 

 

Their temporary home in a plastic dog house outside.

 

 

The Mother dog with my neighbor, the owner

Of Prince’s Bad Day & Candid Phone Calls

Prince was sick today. 

He’s been eating these pigskin treats lately and I think they’re messing his stomach up.

  First he hurled on the kitchen floor and then he had ummm…”poo” problems.  There’s not a good way to put this.  he was wiping his doggie azzz on my floor.

 

  ICK.  To my amazement big and little A stepped in immediately and bathed him for me, without my even asking them to.  Thanks gurlz!   even more, big A who is known for her squeamishness scrubbed his “u know” bizness end. 

 

 For posterity’s sake, i won’t record their conversation here, but it involved a lot of “ewwwww’s!”  

 

 I think they just like to see him go from looking like a fat hairy potato to a crimp curled rat in the bathtub!  

 

Anyway, today then little A and I went to the store and changed his food to some organic Kibble. 

 

 I think this is Prince’s 6th try on the different brands of dog food.  He’ll usually do fine eating it in small little bits as long as I am hand feeding him. 

 

 SPOILED!  This is Newman’s own Organic Dog food, no chemicals or fillers. 

 soooo hopefully all treats aside, his belly troubles will just be a glitch today. 

 

So then, I was able to rest today after getting out into the very very nice weather, before it started raining again around 6.  

 

 Doug and I talked by phone seriously for the first time since the awful conversation we had before he left. 

 

  So much work left to do on this marriage. :-(  

 

 He’s bothered by the fact that I have thrown down the gauntlet giving our marriage a “year” before I do make a decision for myself.

(which has to do more with not ripping the gurlz out of their new security zone and their nice house and their beautiful school than anything i feel personally) 

 

 

 Doug’s  always been a black and white area person.  No gray areas exist for him, so he basically tells me no, I have to tell him now if I plan on working on “US” or  planning on leaving.

 

 

 I told him life, there are a LOT of gray areas!  And this is one of them.  It all hinges on whether we can repair certain aspects of behavior  that he’s ummm “picked up” since his departure from Iraq, or at least give me a better tolerance level of him and understanding.

 

 

I told him, he can read my blog and see just how many volatile situations have come up since we got back together and came to Kansas.    Those have to completely come to a halt.  They have to!!!

 

 

 I even at one other time invited him to blog with me. (since he likes doing a forum on Myspace about motorcycles, I figured he might enjoy “CO Blogging” with me)

 

 

  I told him since I began blogging,  I do not seek to “demonize” him, and no person has come forward with any derogatory comments about him or wishes him ill will. ( I wouldn’t put up with that)

 

 

Just prayers, and good wishes, and good lucks and good thoughts.

 

He did make one request though.  If I should decide to leave, he asks that I tell him as soon as possible so that he can move on with his life.

 

Request granted.

      

Photo Essay~ Neighborhood’s gone to the dog’s

There were two dachshunds, this one’s name is “Frankie” 

 

 

A sweet pit bull.  His head was huge and scary, but his owners assured me he was sweet

 

 

 

 

Prince and little A “playing” on the playground this evening

 

 

 

I think Prince was trying to put the brakes on this idea!

 

 

 

 

Unfortunately,  little A had even higher aspirations for Prince!

 

 

 

Little A, happy and carefree.

 

 

 

Prince:  “I can see for miles from up here!”

Of very long tongues and smiling

This is not my dog, but a neighbor’s dog I found outside walking with his young teenage owner.

 

  Maybe you can’t tell in the picture but he is absolutely HUGE. 

 Maybe not Great Dane size but he could pass for a small pony. 

 

 He was skittish, the neighbor gurl explained.  As big as he is, he runs, ruuuuns from even little children.

 

 

  Once I gained his trust,  I snapped his picture.  His tongue rivals a cow’s tongue with how big it is. 

 

 

 It turns out, he’s a mix of something and he is a happy, happy doggie.  His “smile” makes me want to smile.  That’s why I am posting him here. 

Smile! 

 

Journal Thoughts

Don’t I love dumping my thoughts on computer for the night!  Unburdened of it, I sleep….eventually. 

  I have a job interview tommorrow.  It’ll help things along with the issue of feeling “empowered” in my own home.

  Well, if I get the job that is…stay tuned and keep your good luck thoughts flowing here.  I’ll keep you posted. 

 

Prince is such a good dog.  It was only last night, as Doug and I watched the olympics together that he laid in the crook of my arm like a little baby.  “spoiled”, Doug said.  Hey, gotta spoil someone right? 

 Obviously, Prince felt a kind of “entitlement” of sorts this evening, because man’s best friend jumped up to computer desk and ripped off Sweetiegirlz’s corn dog! 

 

 

  Oh man, did I tell you how I love corn dogs?  Okay, so they are not on the acceptable ‘diet food’ list.  But I earned it,having done 2 miles on the track this evening. 

 

 

 Did I also tell you how hard it is chasing a hairy potato around the house, who has a corn dog in his mouth? 

 

 

 Hey, I was just trying to get the stick, so he wouldn’t accidentally eat it! 

 Prince growled at me ominously, but I managed to remove stick and leave the corn dog.

 

 

 A doggie time out in the laundry room was in order!  I made 2 more corn dogs for myself and Prince had to sit all by himself in the laundry room and smell them!

 

 

 BAD DOG mister.  BAD corn dog stealing, computer chair jumping, fake growling, sum-beachin’ doggie.  FART bucket.  There! rant over.

 

Speaking of names.  Fart bucket my favorite one.   Big A tells me at the library: 

Her:  What days is it?

Me: booger day

Her: Mom!

Me:  Wednesday

Her: See that’s what I am talking about, can’t you just be like all the other mom’s?

Me: yeah….um…NO. 

 

Because I am immature like that honey, and if you think about it wouldn’t you rather have the joking around mommy, the laughing mommy, the happy mommy?

The mommy who didn’t choke you with those jeans you ruined today? 

What the *beep* are all the “other” mom’s doing anyway?  Hopefully they all take their kid’s B.S. in stride, like i do.  Other wise we would all be anal retentive nut jobs.

 

Things are going better with Doug.  Oh yeah, you didn’t hear the last of my musings about marriage, peeps.

  It’s just that he sort of opened up to me in the last few days, and I’m McLovin’ that!  Gahhh!  Such a simple thing, why can’t more men do this?  Never mind.  His tender words?

 

“I LOVE YOU AND YOU WILL BE WELL TAKEN CARE OF WITH ME.”

Well it’s better than him telling me I’m phukked up.

 

Peace, Sweetiegurlz

From the Bottle, not the (toilet)bowl

 

So not another post about Prince-topher, eh?  Yah ha.  It is.

 

  He never ceases to show me how smart he is that’s why he gets a post a lot.

 

   He has his ways of communicating with us, but mainly me, since I am the one who interacts with him the most. 

 

 

To go out:  Comes in the room, looks at me, stares at me until I say, “OUT?” or “outside?” or “potty?” and he runs to door after doing a little circle dance of joy.

 

 

  On his last “out” of the night,  he comes to get his treat. 

 

 

 Anything from chilled grapes, to a piece of cheese, to a baby carrot, maybe even a few slurps of milk.

 

 

  Other signals are a little harder to figure out with him.  Today, “out” wasn’t getting us anywhere.

 

 

  I shrugged it off, thinking he wanted attention. 

 

The gurlz and I were in the living room when we heard him, “Grr”. 

 

Not a prolonged growl. 

 

Might’ve even been a doggie cuss.

 

GRR.  Short and sweet.  We didn’t respond.

 

  Next thing I know little A says, “Prince! Stop that!” 

She finds him in the downstairs bathroom trying to drink out of the toilet. 

 

 

 I check his bowl, and sure enough, it was bone dry.  

It got filled with bottled, chilled water. 

 

 ”Grr” Indeed!