Friday, September 23, 2005

Treading Water...

Ever feel like you're going your life is standing still? You go to work, come home, avoid housework :), go to bed, get up and do it all over again. I have felt that way lately. I'm in a rut and can't figure out which direction to go, how to make life fun again. I essentially feel like I'm treading water. I seem to have these spells every year or so. I'll have a year when everything's changing and I'm 'swimming' - I've got to stay above water. Although it's exhausting at times, I feel alive, like I'm doing something other than being 'a bump on a log' as my mom says (don't know where that saying comes from). Last year I was graduating from college, looking for a job, getting engaged, then married, buying a house and much in one year and this year, I'm...working. Anyways, that's my blurp for today...maybe next week will be better.

Wednesday, September 21, 2005

More pictures...

Just some random pictures to share....The first one is just one of me and Anthony goofing around - disregard my double chin :) - hate when I have one of those in a picture. The second is of my mom and my niece, Trinity. Look at those cute little fat rolls. She was saying, "Ooohh!" and making that face each time the Jack-in-the-box would pop up. Isn't she just the cutest. And, the last is a picture of Gibson and Wesley dressed up in princess shoes. Gibson is the eldest of Andrew & Haley Littleton (I have linked their blog). It was kinda funny to see Wesley in these shoes because about fifteen minutes before I took this picture he saw Gibson wearing some and said, "Eww...he's wearing girl shoes." Then, I turn around and Wesley has some on too. So, of course I had to take a picture. This will be prime material for embarassing him in front of future girlfriends (hopefully not for another twenty years). Sorry, Andrew, but I had to post it. Hope all is well with everyone.

Thursday, September 15, 2005

Say bye to Mollie #1

We finally found someone willing to take one of our rugrats (one of our many dogs that is). They seemed very nice and responsible, even brought a brand-spankin'-new leash with them to take her home with. She, of course, was licking them and running around the yard like usual. I was trying to get them what they needed as fast as possible - I'm a fan of the 'rip-the-bandaid-off-fast' method. Just get it over with. So, they've asked all the questions, gotten her shot records and I'm ready to be over with it because as much as she is a pain sometimes (chewing EVERYTHING and I'm not exaggerating), I think she is a beautiful animal and very friendly. We shouldn't have gotten in the situation we were in with so many pets, but you live and you learn. Anyways, back to saying goodbye...I was thinking I had better let Wesley say goodbye, so I call him over and say, "Give Mollie a hug and say bye, she's going to live with someone else now." No sooner did the words get out of my mouth than he starts bawling, not just whining, I mean sobbing, with his body shaking when he takes in a breath. I have to unwrap his arms from around her neck, pick him up and take him in the house and hold him in there until I see them finally drive away. The guy that took her was saying, "If you don't want us to take her, we won't," and "If he doesn't stop crying and you want us to bring her back just call us." I'm thinking all the time they're chatting with Anthony and Wesley is sobbing, "Can't you see we've already made the decision, just take her and go!"
Anyways, we had a rough time with giving her up. Wesley is still a bit upset about it. I guess I should realized he would need more time to get used to the idea. I have already started preparing him for when we give Mae to someone.
He was so funny. When we were discussing it later that night he was like, "I wanted them to take the yellow and black dog." (This is a neighborhood dog that thinks he lives at our house). I said, "Honey, that's not our dog. We can't give him away." He says, "But I didn't want them to take Mollie, I want them to take that dog."
I have to say I miss her head popping up over the wall to greet me when I pull into the carport every day.