clean floors, dirty paws

Just emptied our bathroom trash can which is usually almost empty at the weeks end. Not this week. This week it was almost overflowing with Kleenex. Gross! I am FINALLY getting better and ready to enjoy this weekend. Abner is ready!

This past weekend I watched a lot more TV than usual; curled up in my little bed nest, blowing my nose and cursing the fact that popsicles need to be kept in the freezer rather than at arms length. While wallowing in my own misery I discovered a new show that I really enjoyed called "The Best Thing I Ever Ate," on the Food Network. It is a show that asks chefs and food celebrities their absolute favorite foods and where we as the general public can find them. The food, not the chefs. Anyone who knows me knows that I am a big sweets person. I have never met a cupcake I didn't like and no matter if I have to unbutton my pants, there is ALWAYS room for dessert. So you'll understand my surprise when instead of perking up for apple tart, I full on sat up in bed for a hot dog! It must have been the way he was describing it, or perhaps it was the love in his eyes for this hot dog that really sold me, who knows. All I know is that I memorized the toppings and was deter

Today is "Spay Day" 2010. Myself and The Humane Society urge you to please spay and/or neuter your pets! Not only does it help prevent overpopulation and euthanization, but it also gives your pet a healthier, longer life. In fact, early spaying nearly eliminates breast cancer, and totally prevents uterine infections and uterine and testicular cancer! Boys, I PROMISE your dog won't miss his balls. You are probably more attached to them than he is.

I wish I was a baller please note the unfortunate butt rolls that appear when he stands on his haunches.

I spent most of this weekend in bed which gave me plenty of time to think about how I could rearrange our bedroom. I have never particularly liked how the furniture was arranged, but due to the fact that our bed is a royal pain to move and the other furniture requires “team lifting,” I always put it off. But things can only be put off for so long until a sick, weak, stir crazy lady just can’t take it anymore. By Sunday morning I was so annoyed with the four walls of my bedroom that I could have screamed. I had to get out. I knew Ryan was pretty keen on me resting one more day so my excuse to get out of the house had to be a good one. Sourdough pancakes at Zachary’s should do the trick. I put on a little blush so I would look slightly better than death and suggested breakfast at his favorite place. He was so excited at the suggestion that the blush turned out to be a complete waste of time. With the enthusiasm of a 5 year old on his birthday, we were off to Santa Cruz. Ryan: Wh

to chew your bone on the back of the chair while perched on your dad's shoulder? Absolutely!

I have been sick the past few days and the dogs have been staying close. Here is Abner, sleeping between my legs as I blog about Tylenol :)

I am probably one of the most annoying sick people on the face of the earth. Not because I whine and want everyone to feel sorry for me, oh no, quite the opposite. When I am sick I like to be alone. I gather some water and Kleenex and retreat to wallow in self-misery. I refuse medication, swear I need nothing, absolutely will NOT go to the Dr. and worst of all, constantly say that I feel fine. Of course this is the opposite of how I want everyone else to act when they are sick but that is a whole other story. Anyway, on Tuesday I felt a little sore throat coming on but thought nothing of it. Then Wednesday, at 4am I left for Vegas where I was going to nanny for the next two days. By Wednesday afternoon I was not feeling so hot but assumed it had something to do with the 2 hours of sleep, flying and being in a smoke filled city. Wednesday evening the little elves at the snot factory punch in and I go from ehh I kind of don’t feel good to holy shit my head is going to explode in

I just realized my dogs are kind of like Danny DeVito and Arnold Schwarzenegger in Twins

There is a new animal in the Nessier home. No, not this kind...unfortunately ;) Not quite this animal either... Our new animal actually cleans rather than makes more messes. Internet, let me introduce you to my new animal; the Dyson Animal Ball and let me tell you, it has some serious balls! When we moved into our house we were lucky enough to get a gently used vacuum that works quite well. I have no complaints about it other than it is a canister vacuum and no matter how careful I am, I bang it into the wall every time! I typically vacuum 4 times a week and for those of you who have a stunned look on your face, wipe it off, 3 pets, long dark brown hairs everywhere and a husband requires 4 times a week! Anyway, I vacuumed Sunday afternoon and then again with the new Animal on Tuesday. Two days and... (a letter for size reference) OH MY DISGUSTING CARPET. This is just one room, and only TWO DAYS. I could go on and on about how rad the vacuum is, but the main reason I wanted it wa

I tend to get obsessed with different snack items and eat them until I can no longer even look at the package without wanting to vomit. This week it is Trader Joe's Kettle Corn. The bag states that it is the perfect balance of sweet and salty and I couldn't agree more. I also love the design of the bag. Good ol' Trader Joe's!

he takes over my warm spot. The worst part; I think he is so cute that I totally let him get away with it and quietly sit on the floor.

Breakfast anyone?

Ryan has been out of town for the past couple of days and while I am a lady who likes her space, I really do miss having him here. I like to complain about the drawers he leaves ajar, the cupboards he leaves half open, the shoes in the entry way and the jackets left on the back of the chairs, but I just realized something…I actually kind of like it. When I come home and it is just me I put my purse down, change my clothes, placing all dirty ones in the hamper no less and settle in, no tiding up to do. No little reminders of Ryan and all the little quarks I love to hate. Last night was night three alone and the last thing I saw before I went to bed was his jacket, draped over the back of a chair, subtly saying goodnight. I left it there for that specific reason. Little did I know that jacket would serve double duty later that night when Abner woke up at 4 am gagging. Sorry babe, your jacket is now holding an enormous pile of dog vomit but know this. By the time you get home toni

Early on in our relationship it was established that Ryan was very much a “fixer” and I was very much a step back, think about the most logical way to deal with the problem for 45 minutes, possibly then take action and spend the next 3 days wondering if I made the right decision. I understand this is infuriating but it is just how I roll. I absolutely hate messing up or making a poor choice no matter how insignificant it may be. I have been known to get upset because I decided to eat a Tofurkey sandwich and halfway through I wish I would have made PB&J. This difference in dealing with problems comes up on a pretty regular basis and we have become quite good at reading each other and coming up with a solution we both feel comfortable with. Occasionally though, there is some serious tension. Last week Ryan had new tires installed on his car. Feeling pretty excited about it, we choose to drive his car to the beach on Sunday (we typically drive my car on the weekends because he dr

Behind that door is a toy that we hid from Abner because he was ripping the stuffing out while we were eating dinner. He sat there begging for 20+ minutes before finally falling asleep

Ever since he was a tiny puppy, Abner has loved to sit in front of or on top of heater vents. This is how I found him this morning... A bit later I put him out to pee and opened the door to find him here (if the picture is hard to make out, he is sitting under the dryer vent)...