Something different and a hubster story

A couple of days ago, hubster and I noticed that Georgia looked different. She would look up at us from whatever toy she was chewing on, and she just looked DIFFERENT somehow. We finally figured out what it is, and took a bunch of pictures...does anybody notice a difference??

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In other news, I've got a typical story involving hubster and my mom. Now, those two are hilarious - constantly ribbing each other and joking with each other. They talk on the phone constantly and hubster has no problem having long conversations with my mom. I love that.

So a few weeks ago, my entire family got invited to a wedding in Half Moon Bay. My parents and brother's family left on Friday - and hubster and I left on Saturday. So on Friday night, we went up to my parents house to feed their animals. I was toodling around feeding their dog, when I hear hubster say "mmmm! Cookies!". He found a ziplock bag of cookies that my mom had made sitting on the counter. He of course grabbed one and bit into it, only to discover that they were hard as a rock. He goes "what the.....what did she DO to these cookies?" - I just laughed and went about my business.

When I came back into the kitchen, I saw hubs standing there with an armful of bags full of cookies...and with a mischievous grin on his face he said "I found her stash!"

"you can't take all her cookies!" I said

"nobody's going to eat these things, they're hard as a rock...I'm takin em!" he responded

"hubs, they're not yours - you can't take them"

"oooooh no, I'm taking them...and I will be offering your mom a cookie at the wedding tomorrow"

I just laughed because this is the kind of thing that they DO...and shrugged figuring if he got in trouble, it was on HIS shoulders.

Fast forward to the following day - we're all dressed up and at the wedding...my mom is holding my 1 year old neice Gracie, and we're all standing around waiting for someone to tell us what to do (it was an outdoor, very mother earthy type of wedding) - and hubster sidles up to my mom, reaches into his pocket and pulls out a cookie...puts it in front of her face and says "wanna cookie?"
My mom just glances at it and goes "no thanks" (which is funny because she didn't even bat an eyelash that my husband had brought his own cookies to a wedding...hahaha)

Hubs goes "no...ummm...WANT A COOKIE?" and proceeded to make her look at the cookie a little closer...

She started laughing and said "HEY! you stole my cookies!"

She then told us how she had some of that already-made cookie dough, so she threw some cookies in the oven, but then overcooked them, and didn't want to throw them away (because mom doesn't throw ANYTHING away) so she crammed them in several bags and figured she'd deal with them when they came back home.

Gracie saw the cookie in hubster's hand and proceeded to screech until he gave it to her - which was funny because throughout the ceremony when she was done gumming down one peice of cookie, hubster would have to quickly pass down more peices to prevent her from screeching in the middle of the wedding...hee! They may have been hard as a rock, but Gracie didn't care!

My sister in law leaned over and whispered in my ear "I think your mom is the only one I know who could screw up ready-made cookies"

BWA!!!

Later on, after the ceremony, I was chasing after my neices when I glanced over and noticed that there was a big...um...circle...around hubster's "nippular area". I walked up to him and said "uh, hey...you leaking or something?"

and he looked down and laughed and said "NO! it's from the cookie!!! hahaha"

The oil from the cookie had permeated his shirt and now he had what looked like a big wet circle on the front of his shirt. My mom said it was Karma...I said no, it's just hubster.

Later on during the reception, hubs was being a major smart ass about something and my dad and brother threatened to throw him in the pool...and weigh him down with rocks...my sister in law raised her hand and said "um, we could always use your mom's cookies!"

Damn, she's good....HAHAHAHA

Fast forward again to the next day at my in-law's house. My entire family was coming over for a quick visit before we all headed for home...and hubster's parents had set out some munchies on the table. Hubster proceeded to get the stash of cookies from the car and place them all in a big bowl on the table. So what did mom see when she walked into their house? A big ass bowl of her burnt cookies...HAHAHAHAHA!

She laughed and turned red and said "I'm so embarrassed! I'm gonna get you!"

Payback is a bitch isn't it? I'm still waiting to see what she comes up with...mom can be pretty darn creative and SPICY when she wants to be!

By Special Request

Allright, so I really didn't want to BOMBARD my readers with too many pictures of Georgia in all her cuteness - but since SOMEONE specifically requested more cuteness, who would I be to deny her?
You might remember that on the first day that we got our sweet pup - she was a bit funky (a la puppy le pew) so we attempted to give her a bath. I say attempted because from the moment we put shampoo on her, she began squealing and screaming as if we were pulling off her toenails one by one...so of course being the suckers that we are, we stopped, and proceeded to pet her and whisper into her ear until she stopped quivering. In the meantime, we've been spritzing her with a special puppy spray that makes her smell like an odd mix of puppy funk and cherry jolly ranchers...
Recently we got her nails trimmed by a groomer because every time we would attempt it ourselves we would again be accosted by the "terror squeal" in which we AGAIN assumed that we must be hurting her...until we got to the groomer and realized that she's a BIG FAKER! And we are easily manipulated new puppy parents.
So now that we are in-the-know about her big fakeritis...we decided it was TIME FOR A BATH.
If any of you heard a mysterious howling and whining and squealing a couple of days ago - you can be assured that everything is fine, it was just our BIG GIANT FAKER pitching a holy fit because we dared to put her in the tub and scrub-a-dub-dub her stanky butt.

I was in there with her of course and hubster was taking pictures and laughing - is this not the most forlorn little face???

And of course there were MANY attempts to get out - some of which may have been prompted by the 3 cats that were hovering and snickering at her forlorness (is that even a word? who knows...)

Now some of you know that we've talked about getting a dog since practically the minute we met - and more specifically, hubster himself has always wanted a dog who is part of the family since his parents aren't really "into" the whole animal thing in general. So suffice it to say that Georgia is a MAJOR DADDY'S GIRL. The whole time she was in the tub, he would wince whenever she howled too loudly and tell me the water was too hot, or I was holding her wrong....while I just laughed because he's such a pushover for his little girl.

After we got her towel dried off - he grabbed her and gave her some love...

"Oh no, he's gonna kiss me isn't he???"

(no, the hubs does NOT wear lipstick - they just look really rosy in that bathroom light!)

"fine...I'll take it like a bitch....hmmmmphfffff"

After her bath, she was full of energy - I think all that dirt must have been weighing her down, because seriously? The water coming off of her was filthy - I felt bad for waiting so long. I'm tempted to call her pigpen from now on...I even had to bleach and scrub out the tub after her bath! Yes, it was THAT BAD.

I managed to snap a few more "quirky ear" pictures as well - I'm telling you , her ears couldn't match her personality any better - clumsy and all over the place...hee!

And look - these are the paws she'll be growing into...I have a feeling she'll be able to knock us over in one fell swoop once she's full grown (by the way, I typed that saying "one fell swoop" and it kept repeating itself in my head which prompted me to wonder where in the heck that came from. It's from Shakespeare's Macbeth...who knew??)

Later on, she passed out from all the activity of the evening - and of course I had to wake her up and bug her with my camera and that darn flash in her face ONCE AGAIN...

HEH...

That's about all the cuteness I could muster up for today -hope it tides you all over until next week :)

Oh, and just a heads up?

HAPPINESS IS:

ADJUSTABLE DUAL SHOWERHEADS - you all must go by one RIGHT NOW...

I said NOW!

Our Zoo

Georgia's ears are doing a funny thing lately...one sticks up and one folds over. We've been told that at her age, they'll probably stay like that unless we train them otherwise.

Isn't that hilarious??

I guess some people either tape popsicle sticks to dogs ears until they stand up straight....or you can wrap them for a few weeks so they fold over. We didn't like the thought of doing that to her ears, just seemed kinda mean to be so concerned about her looks....so we decided to just let her be herself....quirky ears for a quirky dog! We think it matches her personality and gives her character...very clumsy and one-of-a-kind :)

We took her to hubster's parents house last weekend because we had a wedding to go to, and things went VERY well considering they are not especially animal people. They had it in their head that she was going to rip up their couches and pee all over the place...so I think they were really surprised that she didn't have any accidents, and didn't chew on anything she wasn't supposed to...hubs and I were all puffed up like proud parents over that one. His neices came over to meet her and stayed the entire time we were at the wedding. When we came home we were informed that she was "plumb wore out" by those girls...and when we walked into our bedroom, this is what we saw...

She pretty much slept the entire rest of the night...ha!

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I finally snapped a decent picture of our Jackson kitty - he always looks like he's wearing eyeliner to me...sometimes we call him "The Sphinx"

and here's my Tweaker (who is almost 20 pounds thankyouverymuch)

"Get that camera out of my face woman, before I bite you"

Every afternoon when I get home...and come to think of it, every time I go into the kitchen...I find My Tiny in one distinct spot in the house:

On the butcher block table next to the stove....right next to....

The "Tub O' Treats" - OF COURSE.

He starts meowing and rubbing against it...and looking at me all wistful as if I've STARVED him all day long...

The little scavenger is hard at work...hahaa

Jackson is our screamer....he screams when he hears hub's car in the driveway...he screams when we're sitting at the computer...he screams when we're climbing into bed...he screams if any other cat gets attention...he screams when T comes over....screams, screams, screams...

And finally - my tomatoes have basically doubled since we went out of town...

and I have about 5 that are red and ready to be picked! YUM!

Another Friday Jumble of Oddball stuff

Pretty much every time I enter the bathroom, I have two furry friends who join me and decide that the sink is their very own personal water fountain

I'm telling you, I could be brushing my teeth, and they will literally shove me out of the way - I've accidentally spit on Tweak's head at least a few times.

Well this morning, my Tiny decided to give me another photo op...

He's decided that it's his job to sit on the puppy potty pad I have in the bathroom. I swear every time I find him on that thing, it looks like he's actually taking a pee....but he never has...he just likes Georgia to know that he's really in charge. ha!

I've captured several looks of contempt from the cats when they see her - they don't understand why we have this loud, playful thing that keeps getting bigger and bigger...and they REALLY don't like that she gets to go outside and they don't...I'm such a mean mommie...

We finally got our girl leash broken....she fights getting the leash put on - but once it's on, she's does awesome, and walks right beside me. In fact, this morning..instead of fighting getting up, I got up at 5:50am with her, strapped on my tennies, wrestled her until I got the leash hooked on, and we went for a nice long walk!
We're trying to wear her out so she'll sleep while we're gone...except it worked a little TOO well because when I got out of the shower, she was passed out on top of a pile of laundry. So I picked her up and plopped her into bed with the hubs...

(sorry for the poor quality, my flash was on the fritz - and she's so dark that I had to lighten it up to see her face - hee!)

She settled right in and fell asleep - and then shortly before I was going to leave, I was about to take her off the bed, but then she gave me this look

So of course I let her stay :)

4th of July was spent at the beach with family....the girls made a drip castle...

and I discovered what happens when you don't use the right setting on your camera and take a picture of fireworks...

Course, when I used the actual FIREWORKS setting - I discovered that either I was doing something wrong, or you have to be made out of cement so you don't move at all. Most of my pictures came out like this:

Am I crazy? Or does this one look just like a big bright dandelion?

On another note, I finished another puzzle. It was a huge one...and thanks to Tammi, I now know that it was of an actual place called the Kuekenhof Gardens in Holland instead of just PURTY FLOWERS like I thought...heh....so does anyone notice anything ODD and HIGHLY annoying about this puzzle???

Want a closer look???

yeah, I spent hours and hours on that flippin puzzle, and yet - the inevitable...a missing piece.

Time for some more cuteness??

Georgia was acting really ADD with her toys, and so hubs decided to pile them all around her...

Have a great weekend everybody!

Picture Friday..

Picture time...

Is this not the cutest picture of our Georgia EVER?

Growing tomatoes...

More Cuteness...

Beautiful Morning Glory's climbing over the fence from our neighbor's yard...

You KNOW you want more cuteness...

A REALLY FRICKIN HARD puzzle that I FINALLY completed after about 5 days of swearing over the flowers that ALL LOOK THE SAME....

My Bougainvilla's (don't give me crap about the spelling...I did my best) are finally blooming after a comeback of being neglected for ummm....about a year...

What's that?? You want more cuteness? Okay FINE...

I found our girl sleeping in our closet the other day....and do you see that...spot... on my slipper?

That would be DROOL...good ole PUPPY DROOL

That girl is just like her father :)

I heart Ceasar Millan

The Hubs and I have become obsessed with that show "The Dog Whisperer". Before we got Georgia, we never would have given that show a second thought - but now we watch it with eye-popping intensity. Seriously, over the weekend, we watched hours and hours of that show. It's almost like we think that if we watch a show on how to train dogs...that ours will magically become trained. Ceasar Millan - aka...the dog whisperer...has this thing that he does to let the dogs know he means business....he points his finger sternly, and makes this loud "SSSHHHH!" sound.
Except that when I do that to Georgia, she licks my finger...and wags her tail.
She think that hubs and I are just big giant toys that throw things for her and feed her once in a while. The boss in the house? That would be Tweak. My oldest and biggest alpha male cat. The other day I was in the bathroom scrubbing the sink, and Georgia was sitting the middle of the floor watching me trying to figure out what the heck I was doing and could we go OUTSIDE already? because there are sticks to bite out there!
Anyway, Tweak came cruising into the bathroom...walked right up next to Georgia, and glared at her. Georgia went scurrying over into the corner where she promptly laid down with her head on her paws. Tweak looked at me like "you two pushovers know NOTHING....see that? that's how it's done!"
and then proceeded to lay down all king-like in the exact spot where Georgia had been sitting. I swear, we should have named him Moustafa.

Yesterday, we finally got Georgia a harness so we can attempt to leash-break her. We tried the leash and collar thing and she just lays down and bites the crap out of it...she has no concept of walking with the leash yet. Aron (my puppy buddy and giver of good suggestions since she's got TWO wild ones at home) suggested the harness, so yesterday I marched outside with all my equipment in hand and treats in my pocket...determined to teach Georgia what the leash thing is all about.
As I was putting it on her, she flipped over and thought it would be a good time to get a belly scratching....it was kinda like putting a diaper on a kid who keeps rolling away...I needed about 5 arms to get the job done.
FINALLY, the harness was on...I attached the leash and we walked from one end of the yard to the other - her following me and prancing along...and I was SO HAPPY...I gave her a treat and praised her...and then we started back the other way. Which is when she looked at me like "what? you mean I have to do that again? I don't think so lady..."
I tried to sound all excited "Come on Georgia! Come on sweetie, let's WALK! You wanna WALK don't you??? We're gonna go on a WALK" -(which I should have known wouldn't work, because I got this image of the manager of my gym going "come on K! We're gonna hop on this treadmill! And go for a lovely walk! you wanna walk don't you???" - which is when in my dreamlike state, I slap her and drive to Taco Bell) I pulled out my treats and Georgia got a little more excited and followed me...now I must stop and explain here that Ceasar says that while walking your dog, you must walk with your shoulders back and your head high...so they know who's in charge. You must be the pack leader! So I'm walking along with my head held high and my boobs thrust forward...and then I feel a heavier weight at the end of the leash. I turn around while I'm walking, and Georgia has completely laid down and is letting me DRAG her across the grass. Her back feet are straight out...it's like she's gone boneless. Okay, Ceasar, what do I do now??
We tried a few more times, and it seemed like I was dragging her more than walking with her...I tried treats, I tried praise...but apparantly we got a lazy dog - because she just kept laying down and wanting to take a nap. She takes after her adopted father, that's for sure.
We're headed to the vet this afternoon to get her girly stitches taken out - and to get her next set of shots...here's hoping that maybe she'll get the hang of the whole leash thing once we start taking her to parks and public places. Otherwise, we might have to get hubs one of those baby bjorn things so she can go out with us in public. After all, she is HIS dog, right?

Announcement...

So Hubster and I (along with my pop's help) have been very busy these days...building and painting this:

(date is wrong by the way - good job pointing out the obvious K!)

Because we....K and Hubster...got ourselves a pooch!

Meet Georgia

She is a sweetheart - and LOVES to cuddle...and to sleep...as noted by the following:

(this is a terrible picture, but those back feet kill me!)

and of course...

She also likes water - which is why we bought her a kiddie pool of her very own...

After living with 9 (nine! that poor mom) other siblings, she was kinda stanky - we had dubbed her "puppy le pew" - so we put some shampoo on her...

and well - she didn't care for that...so we had to take her out and calm her down

She is such a good girl - and we are totally in love with her...be prepared for her to hijack my picture taking for a while :)