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Golden Power

09 Tuesday Jul 2013

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Asscher, golden retrievers, hair

20130710-001118.jpgI had Asscher with me today. You know Asscher from previous posts as my daycare darling. I don’t have much experience with golden retrievers but Asscher is the best breed ambassador. Such a sweet puppers with a face that can melt your heart.

It is so much fun to hang out with all these dogs and experience their individual personalities. Asscher is a lover who won’t leave the driveway until she sees her mom pull away. Once mom is gone Asscher makes a beeline inside to say hi to Riggins and start her adventures. Her quiet space is in the “mud room” were she lies sprawled out for naps. At the dog park she is the instigator finding ways to get dogs to chase her.

20130710-001135.jpgWhen on a walk she will “protest” when she is “over it,” sitting down and refusing to budge. After giving her a minute or two she will bounce up with more energy than before. Finally, she does not like accessories. If I’m wearing a hat and/or glasses (which I always am) her goal is to get them off my head. I’ve been on the ground at the dog park or on the floor in my house paralyzed with the giggles as Asscher crawls all over me relieving me of my head ware.

How can you not adore such a sweetie character? Perhaps it was having Asscher today that influenced my gorgeous new golden hairdo.

Goldens rule. Just look at Asscher and me!

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Camping Menu

08 Monday Jul 2013

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Camping, camping menu, Cooking, kira, logan, Pinterest, Riggins

photo (12)This past holiday weekend my Dad, Mom, Riggins and I drove my folk’s motor home to my sister’s families house in Oakhurst, CA (just outside of Yosemite). From there we drove a short distance to Bass Lake to spend the 4th of July at a campground. My dad does a great job of reserving early so we get the perfect camp site that can easily fit all of us and is just a short walk to the lake.

For the camping portion of our trip I was in charge of the menus. Partially because I volunteered but I also think my family didn’t want to hear me moaning and groaning about my stomach hurting after each meal. My stomach tends to get angry at 1/2 the things I try to eat. My taste buds and stomach DO NOT get along! Like any good social networker I turned to Pinterest for fun, yummy, and camp appropriate recipes. I thought I’d share them with you:

Lunch #1 – Tuna Macaroni Salad. (I skip the onion — because I don’t like it.) I actually make a batch of this at home every once in a while and eat it for lunches for a week. It’s super yummy. I usually use “Smart Pasta” because I like to fool myself that it makes it better for me. For the camping trip I used vegetable bowtie pasta and it was pretty delicious. Honestly the only reason why I used that kind of pasta, is because the day I went shopping was super hot and I was sick of running errands. By the time I got to Target (my last stop before the grocery store) I had given up and decided God put grocery stores inside Targets for a reason and who was I to question him?

Dinner #1 – Grilled Chicken and Fruit Foil Dinner. This one I have to be honest … I didn’t really follow the recipe. The grocery store didn’t have pears so I substituted with plums and apricots. The plums were delicious while the apricots where a bit tart. I also didn’t use dried sage leaves because I’m just not that fancy. Foil packs are the perfect camping dinner. You pile in some food into foil, wrap it up, and stick it in the coals. Tada! Dinner! I didn’t know how long to leave them in so made up a time when my dad asked me. Probably 45 minutes ish … maybe it was 30. I don’t know. Chicken scares me so I tend to over cook it. Just check it every now and then and pull it out when it seems good. I really liked these but they definitely didn’t win any “best of” awards.

Dessert#1 – Campfire Cones. Hells ya! These were the bestest in the westest. Take a sugar cone, stuff it with yummy stuff (we used pieces of marshmallows, pieces of Hershey bars, and strawberries), wrap up in foil, and throw on coals for a bit (no idea of the time … we let them cook until we couldn’t take it anymore and wanted to eat them). I like these better than S’mores (gasp). They were a big hit.

Lunch #2 – Lunch boxes. We needed something we could take down to the lake to eat so my sister and I sneaked (I originally wrote “snuck” but spell check didn’t like that word. I Googled it to see if it was right and just happened to be on the Google images page from a previous search. A TON of boobies came up. Why? Explain please. What am I missing? Snuck. How is that equal nudie time? Am I missing something obvious????) away from the water pre-lunch to put together our individual lunch boxes. We used regular Tupperware and cupcake liners (not the silicone ones — regular paper ones). Depending on who you were your box contained some of the following:

  • cheese slices
  • crackers
  • apple slices
  • spinach & kale dip (If my dad asks you kale is just lettuce. It was tough enough getting him to continue to eat the dip after he learned it was made with yogurt. He wouldn’t be able to handle the honesty of kale.)
  • trail mix
  • pepperoni
  • turkey lunch meat

I dropped in a little bubble container (party give away size) in each one (different colors) to be able to identify whose was whose. Go on to Pinterest and search “lunch boxes” and you will see some real food art! We weren’t that fancy. We plopped ingredients in individual cupcake wrappers and shoved them in a container.

Dinner #2 – Sweet and Sour Turkey Meatballs Foil Dinner. The link to this recipe isn’t at all what I used but it was how I thought of the dinner so I’ll give them credit. In lazy mode I had my dad purchase premade/precooked turkey meatballs. Why not? It just makes the entire dinner prep that much easier! My mom and I put 4 meatballs on foil, topped them with a handful of pineapple, some red onion and sweet and sour sauce. Then we wrapped them up and stuck them in the coals to heat. That’s it! These dinners were really good and everyone’s favorite (except my Dad’s who doesn’t like pineapple. Add that to the yogurt dip mishap and he may not allow me to be in charge of the menu ever again.).

Dessert #2 – Campfire Cake. Sooo …. I’ve done this now …. don’t have to do that again. They were good but not at all worth the effort. First my mom and I took the time to scoop out the oranges. A task I’m afraid we both failed at. My mom insisted there had to be a way to get all the pulp out while I had long since given up and said “good enough” at a certain point. She finally fell in line with my thinking and we semi dug out the pulp in enough oranges for everyone. image (15)Somehow my dad and I choose the juiciest oranges on the planet and a good portion of juice and pulp ended up all over the front of my shirt and shorts. I was afraid the bugs would find me even more delicious with orange sauce so I covered myself with bug spray to keep them off the scent (it was too much trouble to go change). I did this spraying out side in the open which I learned was necessary from a small incident the night before when I sprayed myself in the motor home and set off some sort of secret fire alarm thing that my dad didn’t even know existed. Ooops. Back to the cake. I poured in cake mix, wrapped it up, and stuck it in the fire. Honestly they weren’t great so I give these a big thumbs down. Just make the cake the old fashioned way and be done with it. You also end up with a bowl full of orange guts. I was a good little girl and ate oranges during dinner that night and lunch the next day. My dad managed to gulp down some juice as well. Post camping lunch when I put them on the table for everyone to eat my dad let his real feelings show upon cleaning up when he said, “let’s just throw this orange shit away.” Done!

Snack – Cowboy Caviar. I’ve told you before this dip is delicious and I’ll tell you again … it’s delicious. As far as I’m concerned no party, social gathering, or camping trip should be without it. Make it. Eat it. You’ll be happy you did.

So there you go! Some of these will make it on the next camping trip menu while others will be ditched making room for some new ones. What camping meal do you like that I can try next time?

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Man Overboard

02 Tuesday Jul 2013

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bathing suit, lake, Riggins, summer, swimming, vacation, water

photo (10)You guys it’s 1 million degrees outside. Maybe 1 zillion. I’m dying. Riggins is dying. Riggins never did well in the heat but as he gets older his tolerance is even lower. As I get older I’m right there with him. Luckily, we will soon be heading up to my sisters and camping on a lake. That’s right … a lake.

I LOVE to swim. It makes me so happy. I can’t wait to get to my sister’s house and jump in their tiny little portable pool. It’s not big enough to do laps but it’s big enough for me to submerge my entire body in and grin with happiness! Then we will be off to the lake where Riggins can join in the fun (when I say join in I mean come into the water in a frenzy trying to save his mommy from drowning only to find out he is in water and claw his way up my body to sit on my head). He has a life-preserver so he won’t die and so he has a handle that I can use to turn him around and push his butt back to shore.

I can’t wait! Water water water here I come. I can’t wait to walk through the muck of the lake and get to the depth where I can swim. I can’t wait to swim wayyyyyyyy out and turn image (16)around to see all the little faces staring at me from shore. I can’t wait to use my new and improved Bar Method flexibility and toe pointing skills to choreograph one woman water dancing shows to the music in my head. I can’t wait to wrap a noodle around Riggins and force him to bob up and down in the water with me. I can’t wait to blow bubbles and push my hair off my eyes. I LOVE IT ALL. I’m never coming out of the water … EVER!

One thing that always causes anxiety when water is close is what bathing suit to wear. Am I right ladies? Here is the thing … I’m fit and all, but I look HORRIBLE in a two piece. I have amazing abs. Seriously. Super duper abs … they are just hidden under a layer of tummy fat. I feel like a beached whale in a two piece. I also get really annoyed in any fashion bathing suit that I can’t swim and be free without worrying about a wardrobe malfunction. Who has time to make sure their boob is covered when they are frolicking in the wonderful cool h2o? So I decided a few years ago to give up on fashion bathing suits and only wear my competitive swimming ones. They freakin’ rock! They fit and keep everything in place and you can swim and dive and splash and no one will see your goodies. I actually have a two piece competitive swim suit that I had sworn I was going to wear this summer. My thought was I would wear it to swim laps and get comfortable in it while tanning my lily white tummy. Alas I am jobless and can’t pay for pool time so my stomach still hasn’t seen the light of day. At one point I had the brilliant idea to wear it outside so I could sun while the dogs played, but I didn’t. Sunbathing is boring. I can’t do it. Then I thought it couldn’t be that bad? How different could my skin tone really be. So I held up my arm to my tummy and it turns out it was bad. Oh well …. no worries. I’ve got two great one pieces that will do just fine.

I’ve got Riggins life-preserver, my suit and open water goggles all ready! Throw in some sunscreen, undies and a nightshirt and Riggins and I can consider ourselves packed for the holiday weekend!

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Feeling Blue?

01 Monday Jul 2013

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bike, Chloe, dogs, Mashugana, Riggins, Trek

I just received this email message:

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Why yes Trek bike e-mail marketing folks I do feel blue. How did you know? I took this as a sign that I should cancel my evening Bar Method class and instead get out my non-Trek (I’m not fancy enough for that brand) bike and take a cruise. Then I thought about having to put on those tight bike pants with the giant pad in the crotch and figured I’d stick with Bar Method for my stress release today.

I think the more important thing is why am I blue:

  • Is it because I just drove Shug home? That means driving in to and out of Santa Monica, and that commute would make a grown man cry.
  • Is it because it’s Chloe’s last day and I will miss my two little dogs? Nah. I mean I will miss them but I’ll be happy to give some well deserved TLC to Riggins.
  • Is it because you can’t get those delicious fat chocolate chip cookies at Carl’s Jr. anymore? Let’s face it that is just devastating and frankly has eliminated one of my life coping mechanisms.
  • Is it because I gotta pack for my Fourth of July camping trip and I hate packing?
  • Is it because it’s so hot outside I sweat just thinking about going out there?
  • Is it because I really need money and received no less than 3 calls from a gentleman wanting to talk about a VP of Sales job in the same industry I just left? DING DING DING. I think we have a winner.

I believe it is these voice mails sitting on my phone, staring at me, mocking me, and that I have been avoiding, that have me silently sobbing while driving down the 101. As you know I left my job because I was unhappy and very stressed. Stressed to the point that it was hurting my quality of life. So I left …. now I have no job. No prospects … except for jobs exactly (or really similar) to the one I left. The thought of having to take one so that I can pay my bills sends me into a downward spiral requiring Xanax and mixed cocktails. Let’s face it could I do it? Yes. Am I good at it? Yes. Would I be miserable? Probably. Sigh …. why oh why can’t someone give me a shot at doing something else? Something I’d like to do and wouldn’t dread? Is this really what we have come to? Having to choose between a roof over our heads and happiness. No possibility of both? THAT’S DEPRESSING. No wonder I’m blue. Why can’t someone call me and say “I saw your resume on (insert one of many job related sites) and would love for you to be the executive director of Los Angeles’ new no kill shelter.”????? Is that really too much to ask?????

In order to put a stop to my giant pity party of one (plus two dogs in the backseat) I swung into McDonald’s for a tasty $1 large diet coke, came home, put on my big girl panties and called back the job dude. He was very nice and understanding. I am just beyond sacred that it will get to a point where I will have to buckle and take a job like my old one and by the time it comes to that I would have already told everyone I’m done with sales and they won’t want me. Aaaaaaahhhhh.

To stop the stress and unhappiness let me share pictures of Chloe and Mashugana with you. They can make anyone happy!

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Feeling Blue?

01 Monday Jul 2013

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I just received this email message:

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Why yes Trek bike e-mail marketing folks I do feel blue.  How did you know?  I took this as a sign that I should cancel my evening Bar Method class and instead get out my non-Trek (I’m not fancy enough for that brand) bike and take a cruise.  Then I thought about having to put on those tight bike pants with the giant pad in the crotch and figured I’d stick with Bar Method for my stress release today.

I think the more important thing is why am I blue:

  • Is it because I just drove Shug home?  That means driving in to and out of Santa Monica, and that commute would make a grown man cry.
  • Is it because it’s Chloe’s last day and I will miss my two little dogs?  Nah.  I mean I will miss them but I’ll be happy to give some well deserved TLC to Riggins.
  • Is it because you can’t get those delicious fat chocolate chip cookies at Carl’s Jr. anymore?  Let’s face it that is just devastating and frankly has eliminated one of my life coping mechanisms.
  • Is it because I gotta pack for my Fourth of July camping trip and I hate packing?
  • Is it because it’s so hot outside I sweat just thinking about going out there?
  • Is it because I really need money and received no less than 3 calls from a gentleman wanting to talk about a VP of Sales job in the same industry I just left?  DING DING DING.  I think we have a winner.

I believe it is these voice mails sitting on my phone, staring at me, mocking me, and that I have been avoiding, that have me silently sobbing while driving down the 101.  As you know I left my job because I was unhappy and very stressed.  Stressed to the point that it was hurting my quality of life.  So I left …. now I have no job.  No prospects … except for jobs exactly (or really similar) to the one I left.  The thought of having to take one so that I can pay my bills sends me into a downward spiral requiring Xanax and mixed cocktails.  Let’s face it could I do it?  Yes.  Am I good at it?  Yes.  Would I be miserable?  Probably.  Sigh …. why oh why can’t someone give me a shot at doing something else?  Something I’d like to do and wouldn’t dread?  Is this really what we have come to?  Having to choose between a roof over our heads and happiness.  No possibility of both?  THAT’S DEPRESSING.  No wonder I’m blue.  Why can’t someone call me and say “I saw your resume on (insert one of many job related sites) and would love for you to be the executive director of Los Angeles’ new no kill shelter.”?????  Is that really too much to ask?????

In order to put a stop to my giant pity party of one (plus two dogs in the backseat) I swung into McDonald’s for a tasty $1 large diet coke, came home, put on my big girl panties and called back the job dude.  He was very nice and understanding.  I am just beyond sacred that it will get to a point where I will have to buckle and take a job like my old one and by the time it comes to that I would have already told everyone I’m done with sales and they won’t want me.  Aaaaaaahhhhh.

To stop the stress and unhappiness let me share pictures of Chloe and Mashugana with you.  They can make anyone happy!

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Peter Pan and Wendy

28 Friday Jun 2013

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Chloe, Mashugana, Match.com, Peter Pan

If you try finding a definition for “Peter Pan Complex,” as I just did, on the internet you aren’t going to be completely satisfied.  Some definitions are just silly, like the Urban Dictionary, and some are overly complicated and confusing.  So let’s use this one from the Medical Dictionary in the Free Dictionary online.  After all it says “medical” in the title so it must be correct:

“Any clinical complex named for the ‘boy who wouldn’t grow up’Endocrinology A state of physical immaturity due to a hypothalamic defect with underdeveloped sexual characteristics Psychology A fanciful term for a state of unconscious postponement of maturity, characterised by magical thinking, narcissism and chauvinism”

Shockingly there is also an oodle of angry female bloggers who find this topic worth a blog posting or two.  You can add mine to the list!

At 39 I’m younger than most of my male friends and 10 years older than most of their girlfriends.  In fact, when one of them “choose” to date someone in their 40s they are applauded for dating “within their age range.”  Sigh … it must be so easy to be a guy.  You get a pat on the back for even attempting to be an adult.  No offense to my male friends (although I’m doubtful any of them read this blog — so screw them — I’ll say what I want) or their female dating partners.  Some, many, a few, have been really nice with no “daddy issues” at all.  I just happened to think of my guy friends the other night when I was on Match.com looking through the profiles of guys Match felt would be good a fit for me.  All were older than I am and ALL had dating age rages much younger than me.  Today is a new day so let’s go to Match and see what they are suggesting right now:

FitAndFunInLB – he is 38.  He is seeking women 21-35.  (Refuses to even go to his own age.  Sadly this is not at all uncommon.)

ChicanoStyle1976 – he is 36.  He is seeking women 18-36. (Barely legal?  Sure.  1 day older than him?  NO WAY.)

wkndCBR – he is 41.  He is seeking women 30-35 (I suppose we should applaud him for not going under 20)

Lucky20_12 – he is 42.  He is seeking women 27-37 (I suppose there is some poetry in the 7-7)

USCsmiley – he is 44.  He is seeking women 29-38 (oooohhh … I was so close)

FrankTheTank562 – he is 41.  He is seeking women 25-38 (missed it again!)

beargallbladder – he is 41.  He is seeking women 26-31 (that 5 year age range seems to be a go to for a good number of “men.”  I suppose I’ll have to just skip trying to email ol’ Bear Gall Bladder.)

I could keep going but I won’t.  You get the idea.  Note that Match suggested all these guys to me although technically, per their profile, I’m too old for all of them.   Guys.  Come on.  It’s so painfully unattractive.  I wish I had the guts to post the pictures that go with these profiles.  You wouldn’t be looking at George Clooney or Brad Pitt.  These are real world 40ish year olds.  They look …. real world 40ish.  Come on 25ish year old women … you can do better than that gray-haired old man.  What are you doing wasting your premium dating years on these old geezers?

To be fair I did cherry pick this list of guys to prove a point.  There were a few that would dare to date little ol’ 39 year old me.  So I’m sorry for lumping the good with the bad.  The good should really go hold those other guys accountable for their actions and let them know they are giving “men” a bad name.  After all as soon as I spot one of the good ones I see a profile that starts like this …

“hellow laidys whats up looken for looken for some one that is simpul with a hight sex drive that likes to have a open mind and do all kinds of stuff camp ride dirt bikes water skie river all that type of stuff and a nice body not scar… “ – Match.com fake name withheld because he doesn’t deserve to have it mentioned.

During my research (aka looking through the internet) I found a number of articles that suggest us women are the reason behind the “Peter Pan Syndrome” because we allow it.  Okay … let’s make a pact.  Enough.   We expect our men to be just that, MEN.  Man up boyz … the gig is up (now someone go tell those 25-year-old women …).

To end this post and go out into the weekend on a positive note, here are some pics of my current doggie guests, Chloe and Mashugana … adorable (and owned by well educated, financially secure, fun and funny, single women who live in LA and wouldn’t be considered “date-able” by the morons listed above … their loss).

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Hot Head

27 Thursday Jun 2013

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anger, crafts, dogs, dream, funk, Game of Thrones, Glendale, hot head, Petco, Riggins, Trader Joes

You guys … I’m at the end of a very short fuse today and I have no idea why.  Maybe it’s the heat.  Maybe I’m hungry.  Maybe I need a nap.  Who knows.  I just know that I’m getting pissed off at the drop of a hat so everyone better watch out!

It started after I got up early to feed Riggins and went back to sleep.  I had a nightmare that I was employed for this horrible company with a horrible boss (real boss from ions and ions ago).  She was a disaster and off doing who knows what, so I had to take over, but really couldn’t because some of her minions were being moronic and annoying.  Anyway, I had Riggins with me and he would take on anyone who pissed me off (probably due to my reading a few chapters of Game of Thrones before nodding off to sleep — i heart direwolves).  Finally the big wigs of the bigger company that had just acquired us decided my ridiculous boss needed a big ol’ award, and I lost it.  I strolled right up to that big ol’ boss and gave him a piece of my mind!

Upon waking I decided to go see World War Z.  Mostly because Brad Pitt is the dreamy-ist.  I was starving so ducked into a store to get a bagel and ate half before putting the other half in the bag to save for a post movie snack.  Upon entering the theatre I was told I could not bring outside food in.  I tried to explain that I wasn’t going to eat it and planned to purchase popcorn from the theatre but the ticket man would have NONE OF IT.  I really don’t know how I got out of the stand-off.  I think he just knew he needed to back off.  I pushed the bagel bag in my purse, all the while him explaining how that wouldn’t help, and walked past him.  I don’t know what makes me more irate … being told what to do (which I have a strong emotional and primal response against) or horrific customer relations.  Why are movie theatres so bad at customer service?  I find it baffling.  All of them are.  I’ve boycotted almost every theatre in the LA area at least once due to a bad experience.  It seems so easy.  I SO NEED a big movie theatre chain to hire me as the customer service expert to modify and fix their “procedure manual” and train their employees.  By the way I totally ate the other 1/2 of the bagel during the movie out of spite.

On my way home I stopped at Petco to get some Riggins food.  As I was balancing a 25 pound bag of dog food on one hip/arm and grasping a 10 pound treat box in the other arm I was run into, cut off, and fully annoyed by two Glendalians (mother/daughter I assume) who had their itty bitty dogs in individual shopping carts.  Heaven forbid the little darlins’ walk around the dirty ol’ store all on their itsy bitsy own.  The women were the WORST.  Since they made a dash to the check out to get their before me you would think they would be ready to check out.  Oh no …. I stood there with my arms full and aching while they talked and debated and disagreed and then asked the dogs their advice — about purchasing a specific dog treat at check out.  Even the cashier looked at me and rolled his eyes.  Grrrr.

Then I made the mistake of going to Trader Joes in Glendale which is really just asking for it.  Nothing specific happened but I did glare angrily at no less than 5 customers and 1 employee.  You will just have to believe me when I say they deserved it!

photo (9)Sigh … I need to chill out.  “Chillax” as my sister would say.  Well first I have to wash the dishes and go work out.  Then I can sit down and sip on some wine in my newly decorated wine glasses.  Anna came over this weekend to do “crafts” (aka eat cheese and drink wine) and we each designed a set of custom wine glasses (or juice if you are one of Anna’s kids).  Anna expertly put initials on each of hers.  A feat I was in awe of since I have failed every single time I’ve tried this seemingly easy task.  I  put the silhouettes of some of my dog visitors on mine.  I think they all turned out very well! (Directions how in original glass decoration post).  I also have two adorable dogs coming to stay with me starting tonight.   Wine out of a classy glass and cutie pie dogs … that should snap me out of this funk!

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Birthday Boy!

26 Wednesday Jun 2013

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Bear, birthday, dogs, Jax, Laurel Canyon dog park, Riggins

image (9)Saturday was a big day for us.  Before going to my friend’s wedding I had to celebrate Riggins birthday!  On the 22nd of this month Riggins turned 8.  Such a sweet and loving boy!

Jax, Bear, Riggins, and I got up and headed off for the Laurel Canyon dog park.  It’s a giant park that gives the dogs lots of room to run around.  The three of them investigated their surroundings then Riggins found a nice cool spot in the shade while Jax and Bear headed off to chase critters and other dogs.  The two sibblings would take constant breaks from their activities to go check on Riggins and join in the relaxing shade.

image (11)All were pooped when we got home so I thought it was the PERFECT time for birthday pictures.  Bear refused to wear a birthday hat.  Apparently she isn’t forced to be the subject of ridiculous pictures constantly like Riggins is.  Jax was a little more accommodating, but not much.  Riggins knew what was up and bravely sat still while I placed a coned hat on his head and started snapping away.  He wasn’t happy about it, as you can see, but he was willing to go along.  By the time I tried to take pictures of him and me Riggins was done and refused to do more than lie on the floor.  As a reward everyone got some extra treats!

This is the first time Riggins has celebrated image (14)his birthday with other dogs vs. just humans.  I’m not sure if he liked having to share in the attention and treats although it made for great pictures!  My folks gave him presents which he opened on Sunday.  Once opened, I had to quickly hide them as Jax felt he should get treats too and warning growls filled my living room!  Jax and Bear went home yesterday so this morning I brought out Riggins treats for him to play with.

Happy Birthday sweetie Riggins.  You are the bestest!

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Off the Registry

24 Monday Jun 2013

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image (13)I believe there are two kind of gift givers in this world. Those who stay loyal to the registry and those that choose to go rogue. Almost everyone that I know is pro registry and very loyal to any gift list, wedding or otherwise. I am the exact opposite. I realize that there is a really good reason to make a registry or gift list. You get what you want that way. You don’t end up with a quesadilla maker taking up space in your kitchen cabinet (guilty). I, on the other hand like to be surprised by a gift. My nightmare is when someone asks what I want for a birthday or other occasion. I don’t know???? I was in charge of buying my folks Easter gifts for everyone this year and I ended up with a giant package of toilet paper. That’s what I really needed at that moment. Now toilet paper is very important and a wonderfully practical gift. I’m super happy I got that BUT it isn’t the most imaginative and fun gift out there.

As my friends and I get older I feel even less compelled to stay true to “the list.” After all we are all in our late 30s and 40s. What can we possibly register for that we don’t already have at this point (and that one of our broke guests can afford)? Not to mention registries are boring and impersonal (no offense to my pro-registry readers).

Since my friends John J and Emily got married this past weekend I had to contemplate the “on” or “off” registry question. I didn’t think long. I decided to make them a cross stitch sampler that was personalized for them.

Now stop for a second and read this before you continue … THIS is my nightmare http://jezebel.com/the-most-amazing-wedding-text-message-fight-of-our-time-514528769 WTF?????? Who are these people? I had already been fearful that the couple would think my gift wasn’t “good enough.” Close friends were given the leading questions of, “This is good right? This is enough? They will like this?” I only asked people who I knew would say “yes.” I read this horrifying article just after a had finished wrapping my handmade gift and started to shake with fear. I mean OMG. Admittedly all the people involved in those texts are off their rocker and horrible rude but COME ON LESBIANS … THAT IS NO WAY TO ACT!!!! I don’t care what you unwrap or what you pull out of a gift bag or envelope you ALWAYS SMILE AND SAY THANK YOU…. ALWAYS! Then you sit down and write a thank you note and stuff the quesadilla behind all your pots and pans.

It didn’t get better when I started reading the comments. Remember comments on online articles and blogs do bring out the crazy in people but the overwhelming majority of people were so pro registry I started to wimper a bit. I was the Sneetch with a star on my belly (or no stars — whichever group was originally in the minority). Then I remembered I like being a Sneetch with a star on my belly and unlike the weridos in that previous article my friends and I have manners. I proudly held my head high when I placed their gift on the gift table Saturday night.

photo (9)I got a little side tracked. Back to the gift. I used an old pattern my mom had in her cross-stitch pattern books, updated the colors to ones I actually liked, and made some other minor changes. It took me awhile to complete since I had to shelve it anytime I was watching a dog I was afraid could rip it apart! When I was finally finished I went over to Aaron Brothers and crossed my fingers that I’d find a frame and mat to match my creation. I kinda did. After some creative cutting of the pre-cut mat and a LOT of centering and pulling and taping and un-taping and centering again I finally got it “straight enough.” Ask anyone who has framed a cross stitch … it is much harder than actually making the thing in the first place. After getting everything in place I image (11)had to get the back put back on the frame … and it DID NOT want to fit. The cross-stitch and double mat had made the inside a little too fat for the frame’s liking. I did not give up. I kept at it until I had tamed that silly frame and showed it who was boss! I was sweating … a lot … way more than you think. I looked like I had just run a 5K not put a frame together. Whew!

Cross stitches are a ton of fun and pretty easy. If you are looking for a “starter” craft I suggest getting a cross-stitch set. You can buy this at craft/fabric stores but unless you like cats (they ALWAYS have ones with cats … may tell you a bit about those of us that do cross-stitch … don’t let that scare you) you are better off buying one online. A kit comes with everything you need. I promise you will be impressed with your final creating. Try it … you’ll like it.

CaptureIt was a wonderful wedding and I wish Emily and John J all the best! Congratulations. (I stole all the pictures of them from their Facebook page so “thanks” to whoever took them. Oh … and btw … I wasn’t the only one that laid down on the grass/floor. Come on … I was really tired … I just needed a short break …. who doesn’t?)

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Happy Weekend

21 Friday Jun 2013

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Can’t talk … too much to do … can’t get to my craft stuff because a giant dog crate is blocking it … can’t find the double sided tape … too tired due to Jax and Bear sleeping on my bed and not being use to the sounds around and alerting me every time they heard something.  So enjoy these pictures of the cutie reason I couldn’t sleep well and have a good weekend!

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