Thursday, July 30, 2009

Stinky Baby

I miss my cat. My Stinky Baby (previously and also known as Squiggy, Bo, Bocephus, and other names) is missing. And I want him back!
Since he discovered the great outdoors it hasn't been uncommon for him to disappear for 3-4 days at a time. But he's never been gone longer than 5 days before.
It has been 8 days, and I am ready for him to come back now.

He's an unfixed male, which means he could just be shacked up with some female for a few days. I've heard that male cats will starve themselves and act stranger than usual when their female is in heat. Stinky has lost a ton of weight recently, and in the 2 days prior to his disappearance acted stranger than usual. (We're talking nonstop 'kitty talk' for hours on end. Even waking me up in the middle of the night to sit on my chest and talk to me.) And then he managed to sneak out of the house, against my attempts to keep him in to fatten him up.
I went down to the shelter to look for him.I was not happy to find out that they only keep a cat for 3 days before they put it down! And as soon as a cat comes in they test it for distemper. If the cat doesn't pass right, they put it down immediately. (My cat was an indoor cat for over a year, and hasn't been in for his shots yet.)

Chances are my cat is one block over, holed up with his girlfriend. But there are still good chances that some "do gooder" found him and either took him to the shelter or made him their pet. I've put up signs around my neighborhood hoping to get some calls.

I miss my cat. He's truly one of a kind. I hate not knowing if he is okay!!
Please put some thoughts out into the Universe to help me get my Stinky Baby back!

Wednesday, July 29, 2009

What a Difference a Year Makes

It was one year ago that I was unceremoniously, and illegally, fired from my job by Tricia McGarry. She made a slew of false and ridiculous accusations (including how ALL of my clients hated me and wanted me off their accounts- all of those same clients would call me personally within the week to offer me jobs, or offer to help me find a job). At that point in time our paychecks were seriously late. We hadn't been paid in full in several weeks. By Utah law, she had 24 hours to pay me in full. It took her over a week to get me my check. Even then it was short several hundred dollars, and it bounced.
If you have been following this blog for the past year you know that I still have not been paid. I've been to court where I tried to sue her, but her lawyer made up some total lies about a claim I supposedly had through a different system (I didn't, but I do now!), and my case was dismissed. The state has now passed on my claim (and the claims of my co-workers) to a collections agency. I won't go into great detail on how that is the biggest disappointment ever. We're still looking at years before I may or may not ever get the money she owes me.
This experience over the past year has taught me a lot. I've learned that there really and truly are totally dishonest people in this world. And people who do not care in the least about how their selfish actions effect other people. If just once my old employer had apologized for the situation, and explained how the company was bankrupt, I could have accepted things, walked away, and never asked for my money. But instead, she's lied to us, avoided us, and even gone out of her way to threaten us and hurt us. Its truly ridiculous.
My faith and desire to trust other people has dwindles significantly. I used to believe that for the most part, all people were good, but that some people are just misunderstood. I didn't really think that there were truly bad people out there who want to hurt you.
The stupid part of this is that I have been hurt in the past by people who wanted to hurt me. But those were people with grudges, or were operating under a misunderstanding. I can forgive those people (no matter how stupid they are, and how much they hurt me). But this is the first time I have ever been hurt by someone who had no reason to lash out at me. Its a strange and unfortunate feeling.
One of the unexpected side effects of this experience has been a significant change in my political leanings. I have been a libertarian for many years, but rarely voted as one. The Libertarian Party rarely offers up a strong candidate. After my dealings with the state, and realizing what a strong big business political policy can do to individuals, I'm more and more a Libertarian every day.
Other unexpected side effects have included making new friends, and finding which friends would be there for me in a bad situation. I was forced to learn more about the welfare system, the court system, the banking system and unemployment laws than I ever cared to know.
Have I come out on top? Am I a better person for this hardship? Part of me hates to say yes. I don't want to give my ex-employer that ammo in her arsenal that somehow I am better off because she fired me. But, I will say this. When she fired me she told me she wasn't surprised I hadn't made it far in life, and that she didn't think I would ever get far. She made up some crap about how my work style and personal affairs would keep me at the bottom of the food chain professionally.
Well, since then, I have doubled my salary, and worked my way up to a much fancier job title. I've moved out of my little (but nice) 1 bedroom apartment, and into a beautiful home. I'm on my way to becoming a foster parent, something that never could have happened while working for her and her ridiculous hours. Some of my best professional contacts are those same clients she claimed wanted nothing to do with me. And I haven't had one panic attack worrying about whether or not she was going to fly off the handle over something stupid.
So yes, I'd say I'm better off now than I was a year ago. But not because she fired me. But because I'm rid of her.

Tuesday, July 28, 2009

A "Little" Fun With Splatter Paint

It is no secret that I don't care for normal, typical, beige, comes-from-a-furniture-store furniture. I like my furniture to have a little personality. I'd rather buy antiques or old second-hand furniture, and fix them up to fit my style, than try and find my style in a store.
I've been in need of a dresser for the room that we currently call "Little's Room," that will also some day be the room that a foster child will sleep in. (But, as Little will gladly explain to you, the foster child will only share her room until the foster child gets to decorate and paint their own room.) Not to mention my brother (who is living with me now) has been in need of a dresser for a while. So we went to Deseret Industries (lovingly known in Utah as D.I., which is basically the equivalent of Salvation Army) to pick out a dresser. We found your typical, tall 5 drawer, brown, wood, ugly, ancient knobs, dresser for $15. It had some significant dings, but nothing a little sanding wouldn't fix. Oh and some child, about 30 inches tall had a field day with a sharpie on one side. All things that don't matter to me and a good can of paint.
Today Little and I went to work painting the dresser to match her bedroom. You remember her bedroom, right? The one with the purple walls and gumballs hanging from the ceiling? Obviously, not just any dresser can go in this room! Did I mention that room now has a cute twin bed with purple polka dot sheets? And a large, furry, purple, cube thing I bought for a dollar at DI? And Little has taken glow in the dark stars and made a huge "S" on the wall (her real name starts with S)?
So it should come as no surprise to you that we painted this average, ugly, boring, brown dresser a lovely shade of white, and then splatter painted it.


Yes, ladies and gentlemen, that is a splatter painted dresser drawer. It will soon have matching lime green knobs. 
And lest you think we are all work and no play-
Those would be my nicely splatter painted legs and feet. The "ribboning" effect turned out really well across my left leg I thought.  (Little took a couple of pictures of my legs, and said she wasn't so sure about this one because, "it kinda makes you look nekkid.")
I do believe that some time next week, 5 months after we started this project, I will finally have her room completed! YEAH! And I will have done it paying cash only, and having bought everything second hand, or at a great discount!

Saturday, July 25, 2009

I guess I got busy again

Have I mentioned my love for a busy Saturday recently? Tomorrow (today?) I'm determined to get just as many necessities done as luxuries. Or in other words, do the yard work, paint the dresser, clean the house, buy groceries, AND go see Harry Potter and get a pedicure, all before 5 pm when I go help a friend move. Which considering how long Harry Potter is, will be quite a feat. Totally doable!

So why and how was I busy all week? Well, if you noticed last Saturday there was a Due West concert in Draper. On Monday there was a DW show in Ogden. Tuesday in Orem. Wednesday in St George. Thursday in Farr West, and Friday in American Fork. (These boys work hard for the money!) I was at the Monday, Thursday, and Friday shows. "Little" was at Thursday and Friday as well. She asked me tonight if we were groupies. I said I prefer to think of us as the entourage. She said, "Good, because my brother says bands don't like groupies." Later, Little was getting her new DW shirt autographed, and Tim put a little heart on it for her. I'd say this band likes its "groupies."

Oh, and in other "Due West Spoils Little" news, they played a morning radio show this week, and gave her a little dedication and shout out during her favorite song. I think her brother just might be a "little" jealous!

One more DW thing...
So tonight DW was opening for the Nashville Tribute to the Pioneers. (It is after all Pioneer Day here in Utah.) Two things happened I have never seen happen at any live music event before. First, a girl walked right up on stage during the show, straight up to the lead singer/head of the show, and whispered something to him. He looked a little surprised and confused, and then said into the microphone something about how they were going to do something different, and it could either be really cool or wierd. He handed the mic to this girl, who introduced herself and said how this was her favorite song. And then sang it! As Matt put it after the song, "That was the gutsiest thing I have ever seen in my life." If you are curious, she did a really good job. In fact, she got a standing ovation- partially for being so good, and partially for her guts to just walk up on stage and interrupt like that! 

And if that wasn't gutsy or odd enough for you, halfway through the show, the lead singer (jason deere) introduced a guy in the audience, and invited him to come up and say something. The guy's name was Grant, and he gave a quick intro to himself, and then invited his high school sweetheart to come up on stage. She looked terrified! I think the audience caught on when a few of the men on stage moved back a few feet to give them some room. Grant kept it short and sweet, and proposed right there on stage! The band insisted the couple stay and dance together on stage, so they got their own personal serenade to "I Must Have Loved You Before" from Tim Gates (a truly beautiful and appropriate song).

So there you have it- two things I have never seen before! An on-stage proposal, and an audience member having the biggest cajones in town. Kinda crazy! And definitely memorable!

Monday, July 20, 2009

I Heart Due West

I've said it before, and I'll say it again, I love Due West. They are in Utah often enough that you may think they are from here, but actually, they're from Nashville. But they are (thankfully) in Utah performing pretty frequently these days. This week I'll be getting my DW (pronounced dee-dub) fix while they do several shows all over the state.
If you're not from Utah, you may not know what "Days" are around here. This was one of those things I had to learn about once I moved here. Every town, no matter how big or small, has "Days." Lehi Pioneer Days, Bluffdale Days, Ogden Cherry Days, Pleasant Grove Strawberry Festival Days, etc. Well, this past weekend was Draper Days, and DW played the main stage on Saturday night. And it was just plain awesome!
Here's some of the evidence-
This picture (below) is one of my favorites. What you may not know yet about DW is that they are so much more than just another band trying to make it big. All 3 guys are talented, professional songwriters- as in they were (are?) all employed as songwriters by publishing houses. And all three guys are amazing guitarists. One thing I love about their music is that their songs feature incredible guitar riffs. The reason I love this pic below is that it shows the energy Matt and Brad put into rocking out their guitars during a show. Sadly, I cut off Doug in the side there. Doug is not an official member of the band, but frequently plays in the band. He's a professional guitarist who records and tours with big name bands regularly.Trust me, these guys are not a wannabe band. They are the real deal and truly talented musicians.

Tradition! We had to get our traditional self-portrait style picture with the guys. One day when they are big and famous I will publish a book of all self-portraits of me and the boys. (I've taken so many of these self-portraits with them now that we've learned I almost always cut off Brad's head (I only come up to his shoulder when I'm wearing heels). So it may one of the most trivial things I will ever say, but I'm rather proud that we got this picture in only 2 takes (as compared to the 5+ takes it has taken in the past) to get us all in.)

Just for fun- links to some of the other self-portraits with me and the boys-
last July in Heber
September in Park City (not a self portrait, but a fun picture anyway)

Of course Little was with me. Like she would ever miss a DW show! Matt made her whole day/week/month when he said "Hi Little!" from the stage. And yes, he really did call her "Little." She didn't stop smiling for the rest of the night. She was twittering (yes, I really have created a monster) during the show, and said, "Matt said hi to Erin and I on stage!" and then later on said, "We got hugs and autographed popcorn! My sisters will be jealous! Haha!" Her Twitters throughout the show were pretty funny, including the part where she made fun of me for getting up and dancing. 
Here is Little posing with her autographs. Oops, you can see her real name on the picture, but you can also see that they wrote "Little" on it too! We were in the autograph line in order of Matt, Tim, then Brad. While we were talking to Brad, Tim took Little's popcorn. I thought he was going to eat it (which he would have been welcome to do, since we had so much left over), but instead, he jokingly signed the popcorn bag. Which come to think of it, may still be sitting in my car...
It was a GREAT show! We had a blast! And I can't wait to see them several more times this week! They will be up at the Ogden Days Rodeo tonight (still not sure if I'm going up for that. I might. we shall see.) And then performing in St George with Lady Antebellum (not going to that one). And then back up here in regular Utah, at Bella's in Farr West (wouldn't miss that for the world!), and in American Fork on Pioneer Day (a UT state holiday) with the Nashville Tribute band. Can't wait!

Friday, July 17, 2009

Nothing Good Ever Came Easy

Nothing good ever came easy.
You have to work at it to make it worth it.
And a dozen other cliches about getting outside of your comfort zone.

And I couldn't help but think about a few friends and situations recently where certain individuals chose to take the easy way out. They just didn't want to put forth any effort. Why should they? There's an asbestos lining to every pretty cloud, right? If it isn't completely convenient and handed to you on a silver platter at just the precise time, there is no point in trying is there?

I'm so glad I don't think this way. Ever. 

This week a friend discovered something new about me and commented that I am an "onion with a million little layers." I laughed and said it was more accurate to say that I have a short attention span and like to try new things. And that was when it hit me. Its not so much that I go searching out so many new things. Its that I'm not afraid to put forth effort to try the things offered to me.

It breaks my heart how so many people lead limited lives, or cut themselves short in the fun and interesting department because they are just too busy not trying. Heaven forbid they leave their little cocoon and do something new or unexpected.

It just makes me sad.

What spurred this thought process today?

I met a beaver today, up close and personal.

I chose to do the thing that required more effort. I chose to drive a little longer than usual. I was willing to try the thing that doing something unexpected.

That thing was going down the Alpine Slide in Park City. Yes, this meant driving a little longer and getting out of my comfort zone. Yes, it meant braving the chair lift. And it meant going alone. It meant making an effort.

As a result, there was nobody around to see the beaver with me. It was one of the funniest and most unexpected moments of my life. There I was zipping down the slide, loving every second of it, wondering what on earth that thing up ahead on the track was?? I pulled the brake, and slowed down, thinking whatever it was might move. But no. I slid right up and stopped about 1 foot away from the beaver. It walked right up to my little sled, looked at me, I looked at him (beavers just feel like they should be masculine), he looked at my feet, and I scrambled to get my cell phone to take his picture. But he ran off into the woods, and all I got was a picture of my sled.

It was by far one of the most surreal and odd moments of my life. Me and a beaver on the alpine slide.

Beavers are much bigger than I expected, by the way. It was much bigger than my cat, and that surprised me for some reason.

But back to my point. It just made me sad. There I was having one of the funniest and most unexpected moments of my life, and there was no one to share it with me.

Going out of your way, trying a little harder, and not giving in to all those stupid little excuses to hold back, pays off.

For me it paid off in the form of a beaver inspecting my bare feet. And hoping for all I was worth that my toes didn't look like a tasty lunch!

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

All You Single Moms Have My Respect

To all the single moms- you have my respect and my support.
I don't know how you do it. You work all day, and come home to work some more. And there's no one there to help you do the big stuff.
Today was yet another hang out day for me and Little. (We went to the new water park, Cowabunga Bay, in Draper. If you are thinking of going- GO! Its way better than Cherry Hill or 7 Peaks. And better priced!) After just 3 short hours with her I was exhausted. Granted, most of it was the constant sun, water slides, and running up and down stairs.
But still...

I have no idea how you do it all. I salute you!

Monday, July 13, 2009

Why Dallin is My Favorite Nephew (shh... don't tell Porter!)

From my sister--

Last night Dallin was hyper running around and eating up my strawberries before I could dip them in chocolate.  I slapped at his hands every time he snatched one.  He also ate a couple of carrot sticks.  He jumped up to the sink and drank out of the faucet.  He wiped his face and ran a few steps and suddenly turned around with a horrified look on his face.

"I lost my tooth!!"

This tooth had been wiggly for about a month.  Dallin repeated, "I lost my tooth!"  He really lost it.  He doesn't know when it came out.  Was it when he was eating carrot sticks (I was slapping his hands away then too, I was trying to make a vegetable platter), or was it when he was eating strawberries or when he was drinking?  Did he eat it??  Did he drink it? We don't know.

This was very upsetting to him.  I think it was a combination of things.  First, it was only his second tooth to ever loose and kids always seem a little shocked when a tooth comes out.  Second, he was savoring that wiggly tooth all month.  Third, would the Tooth Fairy pay him????

Ah, the Tooth Fairy...  While I was hugging Dallin as he was sobbing, I tried to comfort him by saying we could write the Tooth Fairy a letter explaining what happened and maybe she would pay him anyway.  Eventually, his tears dried up and all was forgotten.  Um I mean, I forgot, Dallin did not.

This morning Dallin was rather bummed out that the Tooth Fairy didn't pay him.  Oh, shoot!  "I wrote her a letter?" Dallin said in a sad voice.  Once again, Oh, shoot!  Steve suggested, "The Tooth Fairy sniffs out dead teeth and she didn't smell a dead tooth here.  Maybe it takes her a while to find letters.  Go check again." (have you ever heard the Tooth Fairy described as sniffing out dead teeth!?)  Lo and behold!  A belated dollar awaited for Dallin.  Whew! 

Okay, drum roll please, the part you all have been waiting for!  What was it that Dallin wrote to the Tooth Fairy????

Dear tooth fary
I lost my tooth
I wonder if you can yous your wond
to Poof it Back
Pleas doe
enething to get it

Dallin just plain rocks!

Saturday, July 11, 2009

I need dog owner advice

This whole dog owner thing is getting to be a bit complicated for me at times. I'm going to be honest. I'm only going to give you some vague pieces to this story. Its the dog's behavior that matters, and not mine. And I need some advice!
My family has had dogs, so I'm not totally new to this scene. But we never had a dog this big, and usually we had 2 dogs- so they always had a playmate around.
Something I have discovered about my dog is that she is incredibly social. She LOVES to play with other dogs. One of the first things I learned about her is that in the morning after we take our morning walk is that she would come in the house, sit by the big living room window, and cry and whimper as the other dogs went by on their walks. It was really really annoying. But one morning it was beautiful out, so I sat on the front steps with my dog and let her "socialize" with the other dogs as they went by. She's made several friends this way. In fact, several dogs now immediately run up to our porch looking for her to play with. This has the added bonus of me getting to make friends as well. I really like the morning doggy traffic.

Kaya has some doggy friends that she LOVES to play with. I never thought I'd be the kind of dog owner who would give my dog a personality trait like that. But seriously, it doesn't take much to see that my dog has best friends. Every night the puppy across the street come out to play with her family around 9 pm. Kaya (my dog) can sense this, and starts flipping out, begging to go outside. Thankfully that family and I are friends, so Kaya and I go over there and she can lick and love all over the puppy. (The puppy loves her back. It is very cute.)
But there is one dog that she LOVES to play with over all other dogs. That dog lives only a few doors down, and has a fenced in backyard. When he is in his backyard, Kaya will stand in our open living room window and howl and bark for that dog, and he will howl and bark back for her. If we pass their house on a walk, the 2 dogs will set off a chorus of barking like you have never heard before. THEY HAVE TO GET TO EACH OTHER.
My dog is incredibly obedient. Unbelievably obedient. She doesn't even have to walk on a leash. I can just walk beside her and she obeys. This morning as we left to go on our early morning walk she suddenly just bolted from my side and went running back to the house. She has NEVER done this before. I ran after her, and sure enough, there was her boyfriend and his human standing there waiting for me to catch up. Last week Kaya and I were outside watering the garden when her boyfriend and his human went by. We chatted, they left. Next thing I know my "never ever ever leaves my side dog" had decided to run off and tried to go home with them. (It was annoying, but actually hilarious to see the dogs act like this was normal behavior.)
Now, I'm getting to my point here. I need advice. Some of these poor dog owners are going to think I am stalking them! My dog amazes me with her ability to know when one of her boyfriends is walking by outside. She doesn't do this for every dog that goes by (thank heavens). Only for the puppy across the street, and her boyfriend.
Just now (its 11:30 pm) we were sitting here all quiet and nicely, when suddenly Kaya just jumped up, starts barking and freaking out. I honestly thought someone was about to break in. But I thought twice before flipping out. I could have just opened the door and let her bolt out (which is what she wanted). But instead, I turned off all the lights, and looked out the window. Sure enough, there's her boyfriend and his human walking by. She's that crazy. I'm glad I didn't let her out, because I swear he has reason to think I am stalking him.
So what do I do about this? Is this something that will just pass in time? Do I ignore it? Let her out and let her go romp with her boyfriend? Stop her? I have no idea how to handle this. Is it normal for dogs to attach themselves like that?

Have I mentioned that both dogs are fixed? Mine is spayed and the male is neutered? This is not a case of dogs being in heat. Oh, and that I'm trying to avoid her boyfriend's human a little bit? We're sort of friends. But I need to not be his friend for a while. Its complicated. And its our own fault for taking the dogs out on doggy playdates to start with. Do I deny my dog her best friend because I'm trying to avoid its human?
Did I really just write a blog post about my dog's love life?

Thursday, July 09, 2009

Send Me To Antarctica- SERIOUSLY!

Quark Expeditions is looking for an official blogger to join a voyage to Antarctica. (I'm not making this up.) So they are holding a contest for bloggers, and I have entered.  And I really need your votes. I need you to read my absolutely fabulous list of reasons why you should vote for me, and then GO VOTE VOTE VOTE. And then, to show me your love and support, I need more help! I need you to put this on your Facebook pages, Twitter, and blogs! Tell everyone! Help me get tons and tons of votes! I don't just want to win this competition. I WANT TO KILL THE COMPETITION.

Top 10 Reasons You Should Vote For Erin to Go to Antarctica

1.I think we can all agree I'm never going to meet a man in North America. Antarctica may be my only hope.

2.Admit it, you know you can't wait to read about my personal encounters with penguins. They will be legendary.

3.You'll be able to tell your friends that you know someone who went to Antarctica.

4.If you vote for me, all your wildest dreams will come true.

5.I promise to bring back souvenirs.

6.I promise to never say “Its frickin freezing in here, Mr Bigglesworth” on the journey.

7.Who else do you know that will take self-portraits in front of icebergs?

8.I promise to do my very own happy feet dance on the ice and video it and share it with you.

9.Who else would Twitter from Antarctica??

10.I get to take a guest and it could be you!

Seriously, why should you vote for me? The person that is elected to take this trip will enjoy a life-changing experience. You can't witness the unspoilt and untouched majesty of Antarctica without something new growing inside of you. Anyone who has traveled to a new culture knows that beautiful feeling where your heart is opened and impressed upon forever. The one thing I can offer you, is that I truly promise to share my journey with you in such a way that you will also feel the range of emotions of seeing a new world.

If you need a reminder about how much you love me and my writing style, here's a few gems to jog your memory. We have reflective Erin talking about how travel has changed her-  Trip to Belgium

We have the Funny Erin Brining a Turkey (still my best read post of all time)
The Real Me (humor) Brining a Turkey

And we have Sappy and Emotional Erin that likes to connect with people-
What It Feels Like to be Single

I will plant a flag on the ice and declare it in your name!

Wednesday, July 08, 2009

And the #1 Reason I Like Going to Reno...

... is comments like this from Porter.

Porter: Aunt Erin, can I sleep with you tonight?
Aunt Erin: Yes!
Porter runs rapidly from the room, down the hall to his brothers, and loudly and announces in his best "I won the lottery voice" : Hey Guys! I get to snuggle with Aunt Erin tonight!

And now for the cuteness in pictures.

Tell's AWESOME bedhead

Its a good thing you can't see where Porter put his hand, or this picture would be NSFW.

 Sometimes they even look like they like each other when they hug. 

And just to keep the tradition alive (and to show off my cute new haircut)
A brief comment about my tan- we went out rafting in the blazing sun and wore 50spf sunblock. I really thought I'd walk away as white as always with 50spf on. But much to my surprise my arms are darker than ever before!

Monday, July 06, 2009

More Peculiar Conversations With Porter

Visiting the G Family is always interesting. The boys change so much between visits that it is always fun to see what they will do and say next. It is interesting to see which boy will want the most Aunt Erin time. And in the case of Porter, it is always curious to see exactly how well he remembers me. He knows who I am. But sometimes he just sort of forgets that I know who he is too, as evidenced below.

Porter: Aunt Erin, I have a dog named Ruby.
(they've had Ruby for 2.5 years. she and i are quite well acquainted.)

Porter (after I had been in town, but not yet to their house, for several hours): Mom! Can Aunt Erin come play at our house?

Porter: Aunt Erin, did you know my Aunt Erin came to my house and built a fort with me?
Aunt Erin: Yes, I remember that. Do you want to build a fort again tonight?
Porter: No, I just want to snuggle in your bed.

Sunday, July 05, 2009

Bewildering Conversations with Porter and Leah

While I am here in Reno visiting the nephews, I think it is only appropriate to bring you just a taste of the bewildering conversations we get to witness between 4 year olds Porter and Leah. Porter, as you know, is my excessively blond and cute nephew, and Leah is his cousin, best friend, partner in crime, arch enemy, and the owner of the cutest dimples in the west. These two are so close that like twins, they speak their own language, and while seemingly always understand each other, the rest of us rarely understand them.

While watching the fireworks last night...
Leah (in awe of the fireworks): Porter, I just don't believe it!
Porter (in complete seriousness): I believed it. Two times! (holds up two fingers for emphasis)
Leah (with total respect in her voice): Oh!

More conversations to come...

Saturday, July 04, 2009

Don't Worry, I Didn't Die or Anything, I Just Got Busy

I can't recall if I have ever gone 5 whole days without blogging before. Shocking, I know. I didn't die or anything. I just got busy. Between 2 cats, a dog, a 4 bedroom house, and a million other things to take care of, sometimes, I just get busy.
I had something I was going to blog tonight. But I can't really remember what it was. It was funny though, and involved a conversation between me and Little. Oh well. Maybe later.
About 20 minutes ago I started getting seriously sick. I'm guessing it was the hot dog I ate at the RSL game tonight. Between massive nausea, a gurgling stomach, and a brain that refuses to stop thinking about all the big changes coming, I have a feeling sleep will not come easily to me tonight.
In other news, today I had the fun experience of breaking into my own house. I locked myself out accidentally while walking the dog this morning (just one more excellent example of ways I am not a morning person). It was shockingly easy to break into my own house. Like WAY too easy. I did it in under 5 minutes and with improvised tools I found in my own front yard. It was a little disturbing. So now I need to find a way to make my ground floor windows just a little more burgler proof. (Don't try and tell me alarm systems work. They just tell you someone got in. I have a dog for that. A dog makes noises BEFORE they break in. Alarms make noises AFTER. My dog kindly lets me know any time anyone gets within 10 feet of my house. If you are walking another dog, she'll let me know when you get within 20 feet. If you are the human walking with one of her doggy boyfriends, she can sense you the minute you open your own front door, 3 streets away, and will start begging to go outside immediately.) So without going so far as to put bars on my ground floor windows, how can I make them more difficult to get into? I'm thinking prickly bushes would help make a good deterrent.
Crap, I just realized its after 1 am, and there are no sheets on my bed. And that I fly out of town in less than 8 hours and I haven't packed yet.
Happy 4th, people. Have a good one.

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