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Friday, August 20, 2010

Katy Perry - Teenage Dream This is my favorite - right now

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Drake - Find Your Love

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One Mixed up DOG and a trip

Daisy Dog The Confused Dog

Daisy is our special little girl. She is a small Shih tzu that we got when Nash was 9 months old. Daisy can't decide if she is a dog or human - sister, mom, or pet - loving or vengeful - nice or just aggravating. I guess I have more in common with the dog than I realized.
First, Daisy adores Conner. She is very over protective of him, and will let him do anything he wants to her. I guess that she can sense he doesn't understand completely and has a harder time grasping what to do with a dog. Daisy is one of the few dogs, or animals in general, that Conner likes.
Nash and Daisy have an odd relationship. This blog was brought on by the things that they do. Daisy will love on Nash and bark at him when he is up to no good (which happens a lot) like a mommy. However, she also has kind of a weird brother sister thing going. Take yesterday for example - at nap time I put Nash to bed, and Daisy wakes a nap then, too. Every time Nash would doze off - Daisy would swat at him with her paw and wake him up. Every time daisy would fall asleep, Nash would poke on her and wake her up. I spent Nap time in the middle of them reading so they would stop pestering each other. And the more Nash torments her or the more time I spend with him, the more likely that the little toot, Daisy, is to potty in Nash's room. It is kinda like her - I Poop on You thing.
When Daisy gets mad, she gets even. She will poop or pee in an area to let you know that she is mad at you. We really had issues when she took it upon herself to do both in a favorite pair of my shoes.
She really is a great dog - most of the time. She is so gentle with Conner, plays with Nash, loves on us when we are sick, and puts my husband in his place when he wakes us up by tossing and turning in the bed. Does it really matter that she refuses to eat dog food (she starved herself for days, because she wasn't eating the food the kids usually sneak her and she only had dog food)? Does it really matter that she barks insane amounts at anything and everything? Does it matter she thinks that she has little dog syndrome? No, because she fits perfectly into our family :)

Haynesville

In other news :) The boys and I are going to Haynesville for the night after Conner gets out of school. The boys are excited to see my uncle and grandmother, I am sure they are looking forward to Nash running around like a chicken with his head cut off and yelling at the top of his lungs. We all love our visits, but they happen to rarely lately. So I am gonna bake some cookies with Nash in a little bit so he can give a special treat to some of the best people in the world.
We truly have a very blessed life. I am thankful for the family (including my crazy dog) and friends God has put in my life.

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Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Stupid Stupid Car

This is the story of how I became even more miffed at my husband. From the title, as you can guess, it is about that stupid car he bought. And yes, I do appreciate cars, but this one just makes me MAD!!!!!!
As of a month ago, my husband and I no longer share an EBAY account, because I was tired of seeing the "muscle cars" he was bidding on. We don't have much money, so to see he won a car and we would have to pay shipping from the norther part of the US to Louisiana did not help my already itchy feelings.
He says that his old cars are an investment. Investment my BUTT!!!! My yard looks like a car lot!!!! I would at least say this one runs, but that really is not helping my feelings. Now the hubster is peeling out on the road and driving in circles. How can I forget, he stares at the stupid thing like a naked woman (with a hefty chest)? This car is making my head hurt, and I am pretty sure my blood pressure cannot handle a husband who thinks he is now a teenager. Oh my!
Now, I understand that he works very hard and deserves to treat himself, but I do believe it is about time to get rid of a few of my lawn ornaments if he is to attached to this stupid hunk of metal.
To make me feel better, there is a chance he comes home from work one day and with the help of Magan, the MUSCLE car shall be Barbie Pink!! HAHA!


On a happier note, Conner enjoyed his first day back at school!!! I am so happy for my big boy!!!


And once again - STUPID STUPID CAR!!!

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