Brushing Teeth - Round One

Please join me in my first attempt at brushing Stevie's teeth.  There wasn't a fight over it (surprisingly, since he won't let anyone trim his nails!), but I can't exactly call it a success.

As a viewer, I implore you not to look at the filthy flooring in the video.  And forgive the shakiness of the video since Pippin was trying to get involved even though she doesn't like the toothpaste.  And pay no attention to my pajama pants.  And don't worry about the beeping sound of the oven timer towards the end of the video.

Guess we'll have to keep trying - that would be to keep trying the tooth brushing, videoing, and domestic duties!

OUR Wish

I heard this song on my iPod while driving to work this morning, and it made me smile.  After Todd and I shared  our "first dance" at our wedding reception, we invited our family and wedding party to join us on the dance floor. This is the song we chose to play - "My Wish" by Rascal Flatts.  What a special time that was to be surrounded by our loved ones.

We Remember

As the United States celebrates that truth and justice prevail, my heart and  stomach have gone back in time with my memories of that tragic day ten years ago and the days that followed.

I posted this on Facebook just a few moments ago, "Bottom line is that we are AMERICANS. Let's put the political opinions aside, and be assured that the mastermind behind our worst day in history has been given what he was due. Remember the lives lost on 9/11 and our many troops since then, and pray that this is one small way justice can be made."


"This momentous achievement marks a victory for America, for people who seek peace around the world, and for all those who lost loved ones on September 11, 2001. The fight against terror goes on, but tonight America has sent an unmistakable message: No matter how long it takes, justice will be done." - George W. Bush, 5.1.11

The mastermind of evil is gone, but evil will continue to plague our Earth.  Let us celebrate that this chapter has closed while being vigilant enough to stay safe.

I Wish I Had a Camera in My Forehead

Seriously - if I could have a small camera implanted in my forehead, I might actually do it.  The reason?  My dog is so damn funny.  And you know I have to be talking about Steve.  Now, don't get me wrong, Pippin can be quite comical herself, but that Steve . . . he is a riot.

Last night, I went back to our bedroom to get ready for bed.  Steve was watching as I gave Todd a kiss and headed to the hall.  I motioned and said, "C'mon buddy.  Come with Mom."  He started my way, and I decided (for fun) to run.  He took off like a lightning bolt and almost knocked me over as we got into the bedroom.  Then comes the funny part.

Steve and I get into the bedroom and he immediately drops his front legs down, begins rubbing his face all over the rug, and has his butt up high in the air.  What this meant, I don't know.  I start scratching his hips and, while his ass is up, he turns his head and looks up at me.  If I just could've gotten a picture.  One teeny, tiny picture.

Believe me, the picture would've been worth more than my 1000 (or less) words.  Guess I'll call the plastic surgeon about getting that implant.

All Hail Breaks Loose

We had quite a storm last night!  Lots of lightning, thunder, pouring rain & hail.  Thankfully lightning doesn't strike the same place twice.

I took of our disastrous back patio on my cell phone.  It is dark, but you can hear how loud it was.  Notice that you did not hear our dogs outside barking!  Probably because they were inside panting and hiding under the bed.  :)

Seven Years

Our precious boy.

Seven years ago today, my (then) boyfriend, Todd, brought home a tote bag from work.  His dog, Mackey, was very interested in that bag and began to sniff it and check it out.  Soon after, a tiny white puppy peeked out his head to meet his new brother.

I received a call at my house from Todd (this was before we were living in sin) telling me he "had a surprise."  I instantly knew what that meant.  "You got that puppy, didn't you?" I asked, wondering why in God's green Earth someone would want TWO dogs.  :)

I went over to Todd's (now OUR) house to meet this teensy little fellow named Steve.  He was PRECIOUS.  My heart changed from that day on  A love for this sweet boy that I could not describe developed so quickly and intensely.  (For the record, I was falling in love with Todd too - ha!)  Steve and his mom had an instant bond that continues today.

My precious baby dog was a funny, silly, naughty, crazy, energetic, sweet boy then just as he is today.  Except now his 122 pound body is a little heavier at age 7 than it was as a handful of pounds at 4.5 weeks!

Happy "Gotcha" Day, Steve.  I love you, my "tiny little manz."

Steve at school with his new Dad, just before coming home for the first time.



Mom & Baby Stevie - LOVE at first sight!

"A bath?  I just got here!" (cue sad eyes)

I loved to climb my Mom and gnaw on her tasty hair.

I could finally reach the tall food bowl.  I was now a big boy!

I Get Around . . .

. . . at least I used to!  ;)  Create a map of the states you've visited here.

Borrowed/Stolen from my friend Mer.