Weiner Dog Bonanza

    My parents came for a visit from Friday night until earlier this afternoon.  Saturday them, myself, my cousin Christy, her son Matthew, my uncle Eddie, and  nana and her husband, Larry all went to eat at The Lazy Donkey mexican restaraunt.  Robbie stayed home with his best friend Adam and the fur kids as well as miss Piggy, my parents dachshund that they bring along when they visit.  We all had a wonderful meal and tons of fun together and plenty of margaritas.  When my parents and I get home we walk through the door to find a grumpy Robbie and two scared, shaking dogs hiding under the blanket on the couch..what does it all mean?
     Turns out in the two hours I leave poor Robbie pet sitting, Robbie had taken out Miss Piggy and Heidi out to do their business, and Heidi, who usually must don a leash but had shown great leashless progress earlier in the day with Miss Piggy to follow around and play with and therefore had gained our trust..went out again with no leash and ran off, as she did when we first got her.  She took off to attack the neighbors barking dog and instead got jumped on herself, and after Robbie finally chased her for 15 angry minutes, came back inside to pout, whizz on the living room rug..and poo on the rug..and step in it and walk nice poo tracks around the house.  Needless to say, she had to also get a bath.  Miss Piggy, the elder, wiser and far less energetic of the doggie cousin duo watched in horror as Robbie stomped around the house fussing and they both hid and poked out their long snouts when we walked into the end of the drama.  Heidi of course acted severely wounded and played it up to mom and dad, her ever petting grandparents, much to the disgust of poor Robbie.
    Ah, just like having real children..can't leave the house for a night out without a disaster.  Robbie took it well though, I'm proud.  After his grumpyness subsided he made us all a delicious chocolate cake and all was well..though both poor wounded victim dogs had many gasping dramatic fits the rest of the night, and Robbie offered my parents to take along Heidi when they left.  I think my dad would gladly trade Miss Piggy for Heidi any day..Heidi loves everyone and Piggy seems to think my mother is the only person worthy of her undying attention..she growls at dad every night as they get into bed.  The love of fur children, ahh.

Valentines Rant

    My husband and I decided not to celebrate our past two Valentines Days (and we've had 3 together so far).  Our first one, Valentines Day 2009, he brought me beautiful pink tiger lillies (My favorite) before he had to go to work and some chocolates from a tasty chocolate maker down the road from his work called Shokolad when he got off work that night.  I was sick with something or another, and he told me my stuff was more a get well gift than Valentines, haha.  He also told me he loved me..I had no idea how he figured that out, we hadn't even been dating for two weeks yet. But hey, I had a good idea of what it felt like to love and a somewhat idea of what it was like to be loved already and I knew I loved him.  Guess we weren't wrong.  Anyhow, after seeing that Christmas comes December 25th, my birthday 8 days later, our anniversary of getting together early February, and his birthday early March..we didn't much feel like squeezing in Valentines day in 2010.  After all, it was a Hallmark Holiday anyhow.
    This year, we also decided to keep going with the no Valentines tradition.  I don't need flowers and candy one day of the year..he does nice things and is an amazing husband every day of the year. He's always thoughtful and thinking of fun things to do..and I appreciate it. No, we don't need a holiday to tell us we're in love.  We know that just fine ourselves, thanks. 

Weird Bird Love

  

    

    I made Robbie take a picture of those bird things we saw at Garden Ridge. I am not sure why, but they made me happy. Just look at their silly necks and beady eyes! Hahahah!! I can just imagine them all spread out around our back yard near the pond instead of flamingos. I love it.

Let It Snow..Then Kill It With Fire!

    It started snowing last night and as soon as I looked out and saw the white blanket over everything outside, I got instant cabin fever.  I was fidgeting and foot bobbing and let a great sigh every few minutes..my husband was deep into his xbox360 game and didn't feel the impending doom as I did.  See, last time it snowed, (January 9 and on and off for the next few days) it was predicted it would be a pretty big deal.  So in order for Robbie to still work, and without leaving me alone for who knows how long, we both went to Atlanta, where he works, that Sunday (he works Sunday through Wednesday) and it was scheduled to start later that night.  The plan was for us to both stay at his work place for his shift and then go to the Hilton Garden Inn (his job paid for the room. Awesome) less than half a mile up the road when he got off a bit early around 10pm. 8 o clock rolls around..no snow yet! Later on we start seeing it through the windows but despite the amount that looks to be coming down, we still figure we can drive around no hassle..when we leave around 9:30pm..in our brand new sporty little Nissan 370z, entirely not meant for the snow, one of the roads to our hotel is blocked.  No problem, lets go the other wa-..oh nice steep uphill climb. Try anyway? FAIL. We have to actually slide ourselves to face the right way. Ha. Back to the office, where he decided to go on and work a double, and his nice coworker had her husband with the 4 wheel drive drop us off at the hotel on their way home.
    We ended up being stuck in that hotel room for 4 days. We left Friday morning. Never have I experienced such boredom.  We ate in the downstairs dining room, each meal. Bought snacks and drinks at their little pavillian thing, drank at the bar twice, and our last actual day was not a work day for him, and apparently the hotel shuttle was back up running so we got ourselves shuttled to the nearby awesome mall.  You have never seen two happier people. Ate at Maggianos, window shopped, ate ice cream, sat in the fancy chair that massaged our feet, calves, hands, arms, head, bum, and everything else (almost!). Robbie actually found a way to reset it so you didn't have to ask the store employees permission to turn the chair on for you and time it..so instead of 5 minutes we both got about 30 each. My husband is a genius, don't know if the employees didn't see or didn't care. Best. Day. Ever.
   When the roads were finally good and we headed home, we visited our friend who still had a nice backyard full of beautiful thick ice on a downward slope..so our shenanigans group had a nice session of ice sledding..my and Robbie's first sledding experience. It was ironic that the thing that kept me so locked up was now just what I needed. I'd love to do that again one day..but not today. Thankfully last nights ice is melting quickly and if I want to leave this place, I can. I think I've had enough snow for this year..its been about the 4th one here since December. Most of the time we rarely get one in a years time. I just wish it would stay Autumn all year..

On Jobs and Getting Needled

    I got my lip pierced for the second time somewhere in the middle of January.  The first time i had it done in about October of 09 I was only able to keep it for about a month, month and a half due to a certain restaraunt that had just hired me  as a waitress and wouldn't let me even wear the clear plastic retainer.  I took it out for my first shift and a few hours later, the skin had already grown in too much to put it back.  Needless to say, I was pissed when I figured out what a crock the whole management staff was and quit after about two weeks.  It was a second job, so it wasn't that needed or important. I was newly engaged to Robbie at the time and with my main job (cashier at a fast food restaraunt, yes also cruddy and few hours but not much to choose from here at the time) and his good job in telecommunications we were fine without it.  I was even more pissed a little less than a year later I had dinner with Robbie and my paternal grandparents at this same restaraunt and our host had a lip piercing, not clear plastic but an actual obvious metal stud in, as well as our server with a nose stud.  I then figured out life wasn't fair..well, unless you were a thinner pretty girl haha.
     I finally got it redone, after Robbie got a nice raise that was equal to or more just in the extra money that I'd made where I worked, figuring in all the gas money and such, and quit my cashier/drive through job I'd been at for a little over a year and a half. This time, the piercing grew a nice sized keloid I'm still nursing a bit. Thank goodness for google and the internet..did you know a rubbing of a mix of garlic and olive oil will reduce and get rid of those things? Its certainly almost gotten rid of mine, after swabbing it on the inside and out of my affected lip area..and boy, is it romantic and tantilizing to have a face that smells like fresh garlic! May start wearing it as a perfume after this thing is gone! Heheh.
     Anyhow, since I'm planning on college classes in the hopefully near future and no job I can keep this piercing awhile this time, I've wanted one since I was about 13 and it fits me quite well, if I do say so myself.  The old fashioned type don't take me too seriously, but those who matter don't see me as a freak of nature (for that reason at least!).  I'm glad my parents are accepting..I mean they weren't they type to let me get all tatted and pierced up when I was a teenager, but they know I'm past the stage of doing things for attention and just doing things I want for myself. I'm not just going to the crackhouse and poking used syringes through my face..it'd sure save me the money up front though..hmm.

Things That Go Bump

    So in a cruddy coincidence that would only happen to me, a few months before I got married, my parents found out my dads job was going to transfer him to a different branch of the company he works at about 3 hours from here in the North Georgia mountains..and he was going to start the week after the wedding.  Somehow they managed to help tremendously with the wedding and still get moved up there just fine. I miss them tons, and we visit each other when we can..though, it seems like in these winter months isn't much due to every plan getting foiled by all the snow and ice going on there. They are supposed to come down this weekend and yet more snow is predicted Friday so we'll see.
    Last night I was sitting here by myself (Robbie doesn't usually get home from work until about midnight), actually fooling with my layout on here when I heard all these crazy banging noises outside.  I usually blame it on the cats outside but as the minutes passed I kept thinking I heard more strange noises.  It didn't help that both Heidi (our Dachshund/Chihuahua mix), and Lenore (our Siamese cat) jumped onto the back of the couch to stare at the front door.  Nor did it help that the wind was making things look more creepy in the dark.  After turning on the porch light and trying to see into the darkness without actually stepping outside, I decided it was a great time to call my mom for a chat to distract me until I knew Robbie was on his way home from work, earlier than usual thank goodness. I  don't know what came over me but with no one in the house except high strung animals animals to react to things its hard to calm myself about things that go bump in the night haha.
    Am I the only one that has this problem? I wish there were some other house wives in the neighborhood! Housewife crime watch!

First Post Babble

    I always wanted to keep a diary as a kid, but unlike most young folks I never had much of an imagination nor the patience or skill to keep even my own interest in my writing. Even now that I am married and have many people I love and even some adventures here and there, I feel that I won't find a flow that will grab anyones attention at all. Its worth a shot, as I envy all the people with organized blogs and posts that take up full pages.
    Its not really that I can't stand writing, I love it. I'm decent at it. Spelling and grammar are important to me (though I tend to have a few typos now and then) and I am an avid reader. I never seem to retain all the vocabulary and I feel a little limited in that area..forgive me for repeating the same boring over used verbs constantly.
    Anyhow, this blog is for myself and I can live with having no followers if I can just keep up with this thing for myself to look through and enjoy. It will contain my thoughts and opinions, my sometimes bored chatter (I am at home by myself 4 days a week, as my husband, Robbie works a 1pm-11pm shift 50 miles away at this point in time), my fun times with Robbie and our friends, crazy things the animals do, rantings, raves, and also things and stuff.
    I think I've already rambled too much for now.