I am ready for spring. I am not sure why because our winter has been very mild - like no snow that sticks around for more than a few days kind of mild. The locals here are amazed at the winter we have had and I am just ready for it to end.
I am ready to come home at the end of the day while it is still light and sit in the backyard. I enjoy watching my pups explore the back yard. Sometimes they will have me throw a ball for them too. It is all fun and very relaxing. Sitting on the couch just doesn't seem to relax me near as much as sitting outside.
Our dogs are varying degrees of "dog". Beanie loves going outside because she is about 98% dog and will explore, try to catch a squirrel or bird, or try to escape from the back yard. She is the cool kid that entices the other kids to get in trouble.
TyTy is the other end of the spectrum and is about 5% dog. He sits with me when we go outside and watches the other dogs. He can be enticed by Beanie though. He just started playing fetch last summer. It was amazing and boy is he fast!
So, come on spring - the dogs and I want to go outside to play!
Sunday, February 26, 2012
Saturday, December 31, 2011
2012, Here we Come!!
I haven't done a very good job with writing on my blog regularly. I'd like to say that I will do better in the new year but who can say?
Every year after Christmas passes I am always sad because it means all that you have been building up to is done for another year. However, the New Year is always so full of possibilities that I can't stay sad for long contemplating what might happen in the next 12 months.
Some years we see big changes - moving to another state, another job, etc. Some years we see small changes - loss of a beloved pet, having to get bifocals, your treasured nieces and nephews growing up more. But all the changes mark time passing in our life.
So, out with 2011 and in with 2012! What will it bring, only time will tell!! Happy New Year!!
Every year after Christmas passes I am always sad because it means all that you have been building up to is done for another year. However, the New Year is always so full of possibilities that I can't stay sad for long contemplating what might happen in the next 12 months.
Some years we see big changes - moving to another state, another job, etc. Some years we see small changes - loss of a beloved pet, having to get bifocals, your treasured nieces and nephews growing up more. But all the changes mark time passing in our life.
So, out with 2011 and in with 2012! What will it bring, only time will tell!! Happy New Year!!
Monday, November 21, 2011
A Perfect Match
My hubby is practically a gourmet chef. You want grilled salmon with dill sauce, no problem. Cheese enchiladas with chili con carne, no problem. We go out to eat and he can taste something and then recreate it at home. He is an amazing cook. However, if you are in the mood for a grilled cheese sandwich for dinner....Houston, we have a problem!
This weekend, he asked me what I wanted for dinner on Saturday. I said grilled cheese. No problem, he says. He goes into the kitchen and then asks if I want to come cook wth him. Sure thing! I get in there and discover that he doesn't know how to make grilled cheese. So, I got to teach him how to make a grilled cheese sandwich. I found that incredibly endearing.
It was a reminder to me of what marriage is all about. Sharing strengths, offsetting weaknesses and learning from each other along the way. We stood side by side and talked about our cooking experiences and built memories to talk about in the future. A grilled cheese sandwich never tasted so good!
This weekend, he asked me what I wanted for dinner on Saturday. I said grilled cheese. No problem, he says. He goes into the kitchen and then asks if I want to come cook wth him. Sure thing! I get in there and discover that he doesn't know how to make grilled cheese. So, I got to teach him how to make a grilled cheese sandwich. I found that incredibly endearing.
It was a reminder to me of what marriage is all about. Sharing strengths, offsetting weaknesses and learning from each other along the way. We stood side by side and talked about our cooking experiences and built memories to talk about in the future. A grilled cheese sandwich never tasted so good!
Sunday, September 4, 2011
Jake Griffin
In 1999, I lost my beagle that I had for 11 years. She developed mammary gland cancer and I had to put her to sleep. I did so on the day we were leaving for a family vacation. While on vacation, my hubby found "the dog I always wanted" and we came back from vacation with a dappled dachshund puppy that was 5 weeks old, weighed 2.25 pounds and fit in our hands when they were cupped. I was determined not to fall in love with him because I just lost Bailey. It took him less than a month to win me over.
He did so with his head that seemed too big for his body, his floppy ears, his one blue eye, his sweet disposition and the look of total adoration that he gave me on a regular basis. I had him for 12 years and lost him this weekend. As far as I can tell his heart gave out. He was fine and then 2 hours later he was not. The good news is that he enjoyed his life right up through the last day on earth. I have been thinking of all the cute memories of him that we have enjoyed over the years. I will share some of them with you.
It took him so long to learn to bark that we thought he might not be able to. Once he learned he made up for lost time! Every day when I came home he barked to let the household know that I was here. It was a happy bark which made me laugh each and every day! I would come in and say, "that's right, tell them...Mommy's home!'. He always wagged his tale and ran into the kitchen to tell Griff I was home...barking all the way.
When he was tiny, he would follow me around and grab my pant's leg with his teeth. I can't tell you how many times I drug him through the house and how many pairs of my jeans had holes in the bottom of the legs.
I love french onion dip. When I would eat chips and dip I would give him the occassional chip. One day, I gave him a chip with dip on it. After that, he would not eat any chip unless it had dip on it. If you gave him one without dip, he would spit it out and look at me as if to say, 'really, did you really think I would eat that? Dip please.' It never failed to make me laugh.
Jake believed I belonged to him and constantly tried to ensure that Griff never got closer to me than he was. We called it the 'dog width apart' rule. If we got closer than a dog width, he did everything he could to get in between us.
We went on a family vacation when Jake was less than a year old to Florida. While we were there, we took him to the beach. He learned to dig there and would dig wherever I patted the sand. He would dig furiously to see what he could find. Not long after that vacation he began to pop rocks. That is what we called it when he would find a small rock and rake it with his foot until he managed to throw it behind him. He would then pounce on it and start raking it again. He could amuse himself for hours that way.
We took him on long walks over the years. He would jump up on the curb and try to walk the entire way on whatever curb he could find. He was very sure-footed. When he was 2 years old, we got another dachshund, Roxy. We called her Jake's girlfriend and he was enamored with her from the first time he saw her. She was the only one that he was ok with walking in front of him when we took them on walks. Anybody else and he would practically run to be in the front of the path but not Roxy.
When he was a puppy we started a game. Every time I made the bed I put him on it and he would roll over and have me rub his tummy. He played that game up until the week he died. It carried over to other times such as when I would pick him up to carry him downstairs when he got old.
So many good memories wrapped up in that little dog. I am trying to dwell on them. Rest well my little Man Dog. Your mama loves you!
He did so with his head that seemed too big for his body, his floppy ears, his one blue eye, his sweet disposition and the look of total adoration that he gave me on a regular basis. I had him for 12 years and lost him this weekend. As far as I can tell his heart gave out. He was fine and then 2 hours later he was not. The good news is that he enjoyed his life right up through the last day on earth. I have been thinking of all the cute memories of him that we have enjoyed over the years. I will share some of them with you.
It took him so long to learn to bark that we thought he might not be able to. Once he learned he made up for lost time! Every day when I came home he barked to let the household know that I was here. It was a happy bark which made me laugh each and every day! I would come in and say, "that's right, tell them...Mommy's home!'. He always wagged his tale and ran into the kitchen to tell Griff I was home...barking all the way.
When he was tiny, he would follow me around and grab my pant's leg with his teeth. I can't tell you how many times I drug him through the house and how many pairs of my jeans had holes in the bottom of the legs.
I love french onion dip. When I would eat chips and dip I would give him the occassional chip. One day, I gave him a chip with dip on it. After that, he would not eat any chip unless it had dip on it. If you gave him one without dip, he would spit it out and look at me as if to say, 'really, did you really think I would eat that? Dip please.' It never failed to make me laugh.
Jake believed I belonged to him and constantly tried to ensure that Griff never got closer to me than he was. We called it the 'dog width apart' rule. If we got closer than a dog width, he did everything he could to get in between us.
We went on a family vacation when Jake was less than a year old to Florida. While we were there, we took him to the beach. He learned to dig there and would dig wherever I patted the sand. He would dig furiously to see what he could find. Not long after that vacation he began to pop rocks. That is what we called it when he would find a small rock and rake it with his foot until he managed to throw it behind him. He would then pounce on it and start raking it again. He could amuse himself for hours that way.
We took him on long walks over the years. He would jump up on the curb and try to walk the entire way on whatever curb he could find. He was very sure-footed. When he was 2 years old, we got another dachshund, Roxy. We called her Jake's girlfriend and he was enamored with her from the first time he saw her. She was the only one that he was ok with walking in front of him when we took them on walks. Anybody else and he would practically run to be in the front of the path but not Roxy.
When he was a puppy we started a game. Every time I made the bed I put him on it and he would roll over and have me rub his tummy. He played that game up until the week he died. It carried over to other times such as when I would pick him up to carry him downstairs when he got old.
So many good memories wrapped up in that little dog. I am trying to dwell on them. Rest well my little Man Dog. Your mama loves you!
Sunday, June 26, 2011
Summer
Summer is passing by...all too quickly. The 4th of July is next week. That always signified the middle of summer to me. The funny thing is that it doesn't feel like summer to me. The highs have barely been in the 70s here. This is not summer to me. Summer is feeling like you are baking when you sit outside. I know that sounds like it should be miserable but sit outside in that heat with a glass of iced tea and it is a wonderful thing! I miss that heat.
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
Exclamation points
I think I might be addicted to exclamation points. Is that a bad thing? I find that a period just doesn't convey the sense of excitement that I want to convey in the written word. But can you overuse them? Is everything worthy of an exclamation point??
I am not a smiley face, emoticon person really. But I do love exclamation points!!
I am not a smiley face, emoticon person really. But I do love exclamation points!!
Sunday, March 27, 2011
Experiencing New Adventures
Yesterday hubby and I drove 100 miles and visited the Professional Football Hall of Fame. I care nothing about sports but I married a man that is RABID about them. So I have learned to watch sports. Yesterday I had fun watching him! He was like a kid in a candy store. He smiled for 2 hours non-stop while we went through the exhibits.
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| Emmitt Smith's HOF inaugural photo. |
We looked at all the exhibits - Griff explained the significance of some of them to me. The photo below is the Vince Lombardi trophy - given when you win the Superbowl.
We will plan a trip to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame next.
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