There is a slight chance that I am smarter than my dogs.

When dealing with very intelligent creatures, you have to get creative. AND, when you are dealing with DOGS, you also have to get creative.
Now, I am not saying my dogs aren't smart, 'cause they are. But in this case, I am a wee bit smarter.

I have blogged about this issue before....the dogs and my little love seat in the living room. They love to lay on it. It makes me crazy because it shows all dirt and hair. And dogs come with dirt and hair.

I finally realized the reason they love to lay on THIS couch....it is close to the garage and they can clearly hear the garage opening. Therefore, they know when we are coming home and they can be on alert and let us know they know we are coming home. It is their job.

And the dirt and hair makes me nuts...that is my job; being nutty


I finally found the boxer couch Kryptonite.

Yes, aluminum foil.
Bad for the planet;  good for my upholstery.

Cocoa is so badly irritated with me, she can hardly look in my direction.

And Ozzie is just beside himself....instead up being UP my b*tt while I was taking these photos, he was actually 2 feet away from me!

I am available for preventative pet upholstery classes. Sign up sheet at the front office.

Happy Humpday!

Confusion manufactured by manufacturers and goat-tee good pizza.

I had a very productive weekend...Ok, maybe NOT VERY, but semi-productive....and really, that is the best kind for me. I love nothing better than starting Monday knowing I've put a dent in my to-do-lists. Just a dent. How about you??

Being productive isn't always exciting or sharable. But you know what is sharable? Things that make you go hmmm.

This right here perplexes me so much, that my brain gets all squeaky thinking about it.

24 hour moisture.
AFTER 4 showers?
What does that mean? I have to wait to have moisture after 4 showers?

For every 4 showers, I have 24 hours of moisture?

Therefore 8 showers gives me 48 hours of moisture? 

If I skip a shower, what happens?

I don't get it...sounds like some of those lies my high school math teacher made up to make me feel inadequate.

Frankly, I don't even use it. I like an old fashioned bar of soap.  Soap has no directions or specifications and I like that. I like that a lot.

FYI: If you ever find yourself in prison, remember: DON'T drop the soap; this is what you learn from watching cable tv.

And for your belly yearning pleasure, I present to you dinner from last night. The photo does not do it justice. 

Goat cheese and veggie pizza. I know. Darn tootin' that is pretty and it was so darn good I slapped myself! Twice.

Notice, I didn't think to photograph it until I tasted the first piece. Will you forgive me?

I hope your weekend was fun. Or productive. Or yummy. 

Or perhaps all of the above?

The birthday photos

I am sure you are all wondering this very same thing: "Where are the photos from Lindsay's birthday?"

Wonder no further.

Do you know how hard it is to find a 'clear' spot to take a photo inside your house two days after Christmas? 
It is really hard. We had Christmas spillage and birthday mixed in in every room of this humble abode.  

These aren't the best, but I'll keep them anyway. The Coach wasn't home yet, so he missed out on this photo session. 

"This is the way you are supposed to pose Mom."

I still can't manage the BIG smile like my girls. I'm working on it though.

Lindsay's birthday dinner was at Carrabba's. (her fave) She had two girlfriends and my Fil and Mil joined us. 

 Even though, she chose to go somewhere else for dessert, we had them bring something with a candle in it. You can't get older without something showing up with a candle and the obligatory singing of that song. 

Then we were off to the jankiest dairy queen in the state for birthday ice cream.

If you ever want to wait 45 minutes for mediocre ice cream, in a really bad part of town, let me know.  

I was waiting for a drive by shooting to occur. That would have made for a memorable scrapbook page. 

Not the best photo, the lighting in the DQ is horrid. Don't plan any family photos here, ok? Well, unless your family consists of gang members, then come on in. 

*Someone is going to TRY and get her driver's license today...I don't want to jinx it by making a big deal about it*

{{Updated...we she decided to wait another week or two on the driving test}}

You've got a friend in me, even in 2012.

I was going to do a clever and witty recap of 2011...so I started going back through the posts of last year and 4 hours later I realized I'd lost 4 hours of my time.

{I noticed that I used to post a lot more...3-4 days a week and I had gobs of comments! Where have all the bloggers gone? If you are still here with me, I like you better than the quitters anyway. You've always been my favorite}


Anyhoo...I would like to thank you all for being on this journey with me. The journey of being a mom, a wife, a recycling diva, a small town girl, living in a lonely world, she caught the midnight train going.... Oh, sorry, thinking of Journey makes me think of that song.

Oh, back to US you: We've laughed, we've cried, we've cringed together. 

Thanks again for being my ever present cheerleaders, my sounding boards and my friends.
You are special.

XX Smooches XX


Da' girls when I started this blog:

And they have grown into this:

My camera skills have come a long way too.

They both love being part of this blog and are most happy when I blog about them. (Linds especially)
If it were up to Linds, there would be a 24/7 feed of all things Lindsay.
{2nd child who?}

On a serious note, they LOVE all the funny comments...and really, that is what keeps me going.
I love your feedback! Maybe I didn't get enough attention as a child.

Who am I kidding. I never got enough attention. Still don't get enough.

Look at me! Look at me!

Happy 2012 to you all!!!

 Don't let the sun go down on me.

Wishing you all the laughter, love and fun adventures you can handle in 2012!

xoxoxoxo