Thursday, March 5, 2015

Puppies In The Snow

Our puppies have really enjoyed the snow.  Sort of.

Sometimes they come in with balls of ice caked into their fur.  The ice doesn't just rub off.  No, it does not.  This requires a dip in a tub of warm water to melt it all off their bellies, armpits (legpits?), and legs.  Every single time they go outside.

I shoveled a path from the back door, across the deck, and into the yard.  I cleared them a nice section of dead grass.  Before the snow arrived, I leaned the walls of our former shed against the deck to give them areas where there would be no snow so their little toes wouldn't freeze.

Do they appreciate all my efforts to help them use the bathroom without covering themselves in snow?

They do not.


Saturday, February 7, 2015

The Pom Pom

We've never been allowed to see Kerry's office.  You have to have security clearance up the wazoo in order to even enter the building.

So imagine our surprise and delight when the top dogs decided to hold a family tour day where we could go see where he works!

They had a HUGE response to the offer.  They had a lot more family members come for the tour than they had ever anticipated.  We all like to see where our spouses work, it gives us a picture in our minds about where they are during the day.  They provided pizza and coke for all of us and then we sat down and waited for the opening presentation.

As it just so happened there weren't enough seats for everyone and we found ourselves sitting in the very second row.  I usually prefer to sit a little further back.  The seats in front of us were still empty while we ate but another family came along and sat in them just before the colonel got up to speak.

Of course, the family in front of us had a ridiculously tall teen boy who sat right in front of Emily.  Not only was he very tall, but he also had on a loose knit stocking cap which he had pulled up so it was elongated and added a few inches to his height.  Not only was he very tall with an elongated stocking hat which made him even taller, but he had a fluffy pom pom on the hat which was the size of my fist.

Emily and I gave each other a "look" because we both knew that she wasn't going to be able to see the slideshow with Mr. Tall Teen and Pom Pom in front of her.

Jokingly, I leaned over to Emily and said, "I dare you to squeeze his pom pom."  I figured I'd get a good laugh out of her.

Quick as a flash, Emily's hand shot out and squeezed the pom pom on top of the hat.  Unfortunately, the teen's mother was sitting next to him and she saw Emily's quick hand movement out of the corner of her eye and she whipped around to look at her.

Also unfortunately, the teen felt Emily squeeze his pom pom and he whipped around as well but he apparently thought I did it because he stared at me and didn't look past me to see my guilty daughter sitting next to me.  We must have looked like two deer in the headlights for a second as mother and son stared at mother and daughter.

Then they turned back around and Emily and I started silently laughing because the colonel was getting up to give a speech and of course we couldn't laugh out loud.  We literally shook through the entire presentation, trying to be silent but absolutely filled to the brim with giggles.  And naturally we were right there up front where they colonel, his wife, and all the other people in charge could see us.  I didn't look up through most of the speech and definitely didn't make eye contact with anyone.

Even though he didn't turn around to look at us again, every so often the teen boy would reach up with both hands and clamp his hat more tightly onto his head as if he was afraid we were going to try to steal it.  Usually he would do it just as we had gotten our laughter under control and it would set us off into silent fits again.

I managed to get myself under control before the tour started but Emily was laughing in fits and starts through the entire evening.  Every so often she would see the teen boy and his family and it would set her off again.

Emily and pom poms do not mix!

Tuesday, February 3, 2015

Sleep Barking

Leo was barking in his sleep!

Wednesday, January 21, 2015


See those long black hairs around Gus's eyes?

Those are his eyelashes

When he blinks it's looks like he's waving at us.

It is not fair for a dog to have better eyelashes than any of the people in the house.

And Leo?

Well, Leo doesn't have the eyelashes, but he does know how to wear his food bowl.

Friday, January 16, 2015


This morning before the girls were up, I got the email saying that Emily had been accepted to Old Dominion University!!!!  She's been on pins and needles waiting to hear from them ever since she got all her information submitted.

I only had a few minutes before she needed to get up to head to her Chemistry class so I frantically printed the acceptance letter, taped it to a giant piece of orange construction paper so it would really stand out and catch her eye as she came down the stairs, and taped it next to the poster announcing her fabulous 32 on the ACT (which has been hanging on the wall for months and I'm not taking it down any time soon).

Despite my efforts to make it noticeable, she walked right by it and I had to redirect her attention to it.  It's hard to tell because her back was to the camera (video by Katie) but when I hugged her it was because she started crying.  My sweet, smart Emily was so overwhelmed and relieved, and excited, and happy, and and and.......just everything!


Wednesday, December 31, 2014

Puppy Play


One of the puppies favorite games is to try to get to each other underneath the legs of the computer chair.  Never mind that they can get to each other easily by standing up and stepping over the base.  Or walking around the base.  They like the idea that this is somehow a challenge.

Tuesday, December 30, 2014

New TV

Our TV has been slowly dying.  It's an old TV, one of those giant old monsters they don't even make any more.  The picture has gotten so blurry we can't even read the words on the TV guide channel.  We've know for a while that we needed a new set but we've been putting it off because TV's are expensive and it's not a "need", it's a "want".

After Christmas, Kerry and I saw a fantastic deal on a TV.  I love after Christmas sales when stores are trying to sell everything they can and you can get a really good bargain.

We trotted down to Best Buy where they had an awesome flat screen TV for $180 less than the regular price (boom!) and had a long talk with a salesman about how to hook up this TV to our cable box, Wii, DVD player, and some other thing with buttons that lets us switch from TV to Wii to DVD player.  He assured us that it was extremely simple to hook up.

I've always been the one to hook up new equipment in our family.  I'm an instruction reader and fairly intuitive about how to connect things together.  Kerry has always somewhat lacked the desire to read instructions and tries to tell intuitively how things are put together.  (Ask me about every set of shelves in our house sometime.)  When we were fist married, Kerry got so attached to a gaming system we had, I just refused to connect it back up to the TV after a move and he never played it again.  Marriage saved. technology has moved on through the years and we've added more and more things that have to be wired to the TV, even I get confused trying to figure out what plugs into where, and how this is attached to that.  Even when I read the instructions I get extremely frustrated because you need different types of cords and some are included and some aren't.  With this new TV, we had to buy two new cords that we did not already possess and I was internally groaning at the thought of unhooking the four thousand cords that already connect everything and trying to replace some of them with these new fancified cords while keeping some of the old ones but attaching them in different places to different boxes.

The salesman assured us several times that it would all be extremely easy to connect.

On the way home with our new purchases I was bemoaning the upcoming saga of trying to connect everything together.  Kerry reminded me that the salesman had said it was simple but then remarked that he probably greatly overestimated our ability.

"I'm not worried though," Kerry reassured me, "I'm 100% sure I can open the box."