clean floors, dirty paws

I have personally never been one to rush out on Black Friday and go shopping.  The thought of thousands of people moshing over 100 twenty dollar television sets just does not appeal to me;  I do however understand why many people engage in the tradition. I mean if you are a true shopper and being trampled by stampedes of other aggravated shoppers doesn't bother you, or if you have a lot of shopping to do and like a "good deal" then I suppose it is the perfect occasion for you.  Yep, get out of your warm bed and wait in line in the freezing cold at 4am and we'll give you this awesome Furby!!!! Personally, I don't get it. Where are you going with this Anne?  We really don't care that you don't like shopping?  What is a Furby? The reason I am bringing this up is because I feel as though this tradition, this so called "holiday,"  has gotten a bit out of hand.  A few years ago you would see ads about stores opening at 6am with once in a lifeti

On this day of Thanksgiving I can't help but feel a little overwhelmed at all I have to be thankful for.  I try to give thanks and tell those around me how much I love them all year, but there is something about the actual holiday that makes me pause and take it all in.  I truley couldn't ask for more.

I love to wear black, in fact, I am wearing an all black get up right now.  I'm not quite sure why, but I have always favored the color.  When I walk into a store I am immediately drawn to black items.  Black shirts, black jackets, black shoes, black underwear, black heart.  Just saying. All the fashionistas on television say that people who wear black are hiding something, afraid to draw attention to themselves, just wanting to fade into the background.  While that is true of me on some occasions, I would not say that it accurately describes why I like to wear black.  Regardless, I have been fighting this affliction for some time now, trying to purchase bright, cheerful colors to mix into my wardrobe.  I'll want the black one, but buy the pretty green one instead only to have it end up in the same place, the back of the closet.  I have decided that I am over it, done, sick of wasting money; I am black inside and out.  I'll mix it up with gray or white and maybe even

Our friends visited a while ago with their toddler daughter whom Abner followed around all weekend like it was his job.  She forgot her paci, the picture explains the rest.

Maybe you remember my olive oil story form a while ago.  Well, it got me thinking about all the things that moms/wives do that go unnoticed.*  Now, let me say for the record that I am not complaining about all the things I do or trying to get some sort of acknowledgment. I genuinely like caring for my home and all of it's inhabitants, some days more than others, yes, but all the same, I enjoy it.  I also feel as though I must go on record that Ryan is very good about thanking me for many thankless jobs and letting me know how much he appreciates having clean, ironed shirts for work each day. So... As a kid it was so easy.  You never thought about how the food got to your house or who prepared it or served it, you just ate it.  You didn't stop to wonder who cleaned your messes or did your laundry or packed your lunch.  You just made more messes, created more laundry (I think I remember changing my clothes 3-4 times a day at one point, just for fun) and went about your lif

I know my posts have been kind of lite and cheesy lately, and I do apologize, I'm just not going to fix it, not today anyway. I promise a good one is coming soon. Now on with the fluff. When Abner was a baby we bought him a little bed to curl up in.  He quickly outgrew it and it was put in "dog storage" along with is tiny sweaters, tiny collars and tiny elf hat, yeah I said elf hat.  He was tortured from an early age.  A few days ago I was throwing away a bunch of shit sorting through some things that I don' t need but keep anyway because you never know when you might need a rock that you must have thought was really cool when you found it...12 years ago.  Among the rocks, random pillowcases, scraps of fabric and not yet started paint my numbers, I found a big box of dog stuff. Cute toys that Abner chewed up but I didn't have the heart to throw away, a little coat that I made him when I first got him that he fit into for 2 days before outgrowing, and his

If you keep up with this blog then you have some idea of how techno Lilly is about her feet.  It would take all day to explain, so in short, no wet grass, no gravel, no crunchy leaves, no puddles, no touching, lots of licking! There, now we are all caught up. What you may not be aware of though, is how long she can hold her pee and poop if it is raining and her precious feet could get wet by going out.  I'm talking ALL DAY AND NIGHT epic marathon pee holding to the point that she looks uncomfortable.  She must have a bladder the size of an elephants and when she finally pees it takes her so long to empty her bladder that here legs start shaking from crouching so long.  Pathetic! Not that I have ever had shaky legs while holding myself above the toilet seat, balancing my purse and maybe a martini; neither of which I would set on the floor.  Guys, women set their purses on the floor in public restrooms all the time. Have you seen this?  I want to knock on the stall door and b

You might think that capturing Abner rolling around on a strangers grass during a walk was uncommon but no, he does it nearly every day.  He usually does it more when he is hot and it goes a little something like this.  Run to the end of my leash and then put my head down and let my fat little body flop on the the grass and then roll around snorting for a few minutes until I get up and do it again...and again. It seriously cracks me up.  I have never seen a dog roll around on random strangers lawns before, never.  To be fair, I have also never seen a dog chase dragonfly shadows, but I digress.