We spent last week with my family in Cabo, narrowly escaping the blizzard 4" of snow that shut down Seattle.
Seriously... schools closed, cars abandoned on the freeway, city on lock down. Yeah, we don't get a lot of snow in these parts...
When we touched down in Seattle on Monday night, sun burnt and clad in shorts and flip-flops, I was greeted by freezing rain. To offset this major kick in the ass, I had to immediately do a switcharoo to Christmas mode.
So I was very productive Christmas shopping online at work on Tuesday and Wednesday, and then yesterday my computer got a nasty virus, requiring me to take the day off.
So while my computer was being poked and prodded by the computer doctor, I was playing domestic diva, shopping for Christmas decorations, tidying up the house, and even shaving my legs!!
Oh, and Bondi and Homie and I picked out our very own Christmas tree!!! (This certainly beats last year, when Joe tried to pass off a Rosemary Bush as a Douglas Fir... Now, I'm no Martha Stewart, but when after dinner half our "Christmas Tree" was gone, I started to wonder...)
Once we got the tree into the house, though, the pups and I had to have a little discussion. I told them:
IF you lift your leg on mama's tree, you're getting COAL in your stockings.
Good talk.
Today, the pups were very sweet to me...They obviously must know it's my birthday (woohoo... more grey hairs) because they got me the BEST PRESENT EVER.
The gift of humiliation.
Oh, pups. You made my (birth)day!!!
Before I go back to refreshing my Facebook wall every 2 minutes to see if anyone else has left me a birthday message work, I want to leave you with something I heard on the radio this morning:
25% of women say their dog is a better listener than their spouse
13% of women would rather talk to their dog than their spouse
This past weekend, when Joe and I were in Idaho for the notorious BSU game (more on that later), Homie made many friends. Among them, his most favorite was by far this ceiling fan.
The ceiling fan and Homie spent many special hours together.
As you can see, ceiling fan plays hard to get.
And Homie longs for ceiling fan.
Craves it... like CRACK.
In all seriousness, this craziness had been going on for about 20 minutes before I finally got out my camera to document.
Please excuse my snorting on the video.
I'm not proud of it.
Or my neurotic dog.
Thinking it may be time to call in Cesar, because this most definitely is not "balanced" behavior.
The last month has just flown by! There were friends in town, weddings, concerts, dinners, softball games, happy hours, road-trips, trade-shows, birthday parties, doggy birthday parties...
... which equals a lot of FUN!
And also, a lot TO DO.
Never-ending piles of laundry, loads of dishes, suitcases to pack/unpack, doggy poop to scoop, groceries to buy, photos to upload ...blah. Blah. BLAH.
I just got back from a work trip to Minneapolis Tuesday night... BTW, I like Minneapolis. It's a strange city, I think. Strangely clean, for sure! Strangely quiet, too... I mean, for a city. They have above-ground walkways that connect all the buildings apparently for when its 40 below in the winter. They have an amazing pub called Brit's with lawn golf and movies on the roof, and the best Tuna Melt I've ever had. Oh, and they have a PEDAL PUB.
This is amazing. I want one.
The only thing is you actually have to pedal while drinking... on a bicycle seat. Or else it's just a stationary beer wagon, I guess. The whole exercising thing might get old... Nevertheless, I'm thinking of bringing these to Seattle. Just saying.
So anyway, last night was date night and we went to the Can Can and saw the Castaways cabaret show. If you're ever in Seattle, I highly recommend it. It's simply amazing.
Here's a trailer of sorts for the Can Can... probably not work appropriate, unless you're boss is cool with occasional pasties shots accompanied by uncensored Outkast.
Not only are their acts hilarious and entertaining, but some are divinely beautiful. This one has no pasties, I promise.
I think they could be on SYTYCD.
After the show and several drinkys (I always say "drinkys" ... I think it sounds much cuter than drinks, especially when combined with several) I insisted on street meat. This seems to be a pattern :-)
Nothing like a $5 Veggie Dog smothered in cream cheese, grilled onions and jalapenos to end the night. MMmmm... It always seems like a good idea at the time, anyway.
Well, Joe only had just enough cash, and being a gentleman, he said that's okay, he didn't want one anyway (of course he did!) and paid for mine. (That's Joe for ya... being all classy at a hot-dog stand!)
Well, I managed to convince the nice man making my dog to make Joe one too, and I didn't even have to give him my Idaho hat! Major WIN.
This weekend we have more big plans. We're heading to the Gorge to see Dave Matthews tomorrow. Nice little 10th grade throwback. I fully expect to see some finger banging action and lots of Vodka water bottles. I'm taking Ashley's word for it, since I have no memories of my own high school DMB experiences. Weird.
Then we're spending the rest of the weekend at Suncadia Resort for a dear friend's wedding. I've never been there, but Kelsey says it is amazing.
Obviously, we're bringing the dogs. Homie is ready to party!
Speaking of parties, did I mention I've been planning a BIG Birthday Party for my fabulous mom?
She's turning 50!!!
So I made this little invitation and sent it to a couple hundred people...
Well, the big day is coming up... and let me just say, this whole party planning shit is exhausting. I have a new found respect for all of y'all that plan your own weddings.
I know, I know... you have all been wondering if I was run over a truck. I did spend a week in Las Vegas, which is a close equivalent, but alas, I AM ALIVE!
The real reason I have been so MIA is....
.................. I'm a new mommy!
Not THAT kind of mommy, but a mommy to this little guy:
Friends, meet HOMIE.
I apologize in advance, all these pictures are gonna kinda suck because I can't find my camera at the moment. That's another story (which incidentally has nothing to do with Vegas, shocker!)
Anywhoodles, we weren't exactly looking for a new puppy, but we had talked about it. Remember, that's why we moved! From Feb 18:
Background Info: Our apartment lease is up in a couple weeks, so Joe and I have been looking for a house to move to... with a yard... so we can get Mr. Bondi a little brother/sister that Joe will insist on naming "Homie"... which I think is the worst name for a dog ever, but I digress.
Well, we waited a good 2 months so I say that's responsible.
What happened is about two weeks ago I insisted we decided to go to Tuxes and Tails, a big charity auction put on by the Seattle Humane Society.
I wore a snazzy dress and Joe looked quite handsome and we mingled with a bunch of well-to-do Seattleites. There was delicious food and champagne.. and wine.. you get the idea.
Then once they get you all good and liquored, they start parading around with all the adoptable dogs. Ingenious. (The thing about this event is you can put a "hold" on any one dog you see and you have until noon the next day to adopt him/her. This is a huge factor in why I finagled us into going, because it is almost impossible to get a puppy from the pound otherwise.) Anyway, at some point in the evening we saw "Thunder":
I was in love!
We put a hold on him and drug our asses to the shelter bright and early Sunday morning and adopted little "Thunder" who Joe lovingly renamed "Homie" ... Now I do not take credit for this name (though I do have to admit it's grown on me) and I let Joe go with it because:
(a) He's always wanted a "Homie"
(b) He's paying the vet bills
(c) I get dibs on naming our first non-furry child
Bondi did not take to Homie very well. Bondi is a VERY only child and the first couple days were rough for him. More rough than the time he hid in the bathtub, aka Bondi's Terrible Tuesday. The sad part is little H wants nothing more than to follow B around, nuzzle up with him, and be just like him.
Riding in the car goes like this: Bondi sits in the front, as usual. Homie whines to come sit in the front. I help him up. Bondi abandons co-pilot seat with an audible groan and goes to the back. Homie whines to go sit in the back with Bondi. REPEAT.
You can see Bondi's totally annoyed in these pictures:
In the past few days, things have notably improved (probably now that Bondi realizes he's not being replaced). Here are some of Bondi's more tolerant moments:
Anyway, I know this is excessive sharing, but here are some of my favorite shots of Mister Homie (who, not to brag, but has only had 4 accidents in over 2 weeks and already knows SIT and COME)...
Besides the fact that we're totally in love with him, we love how perfect a fit he's going to be for our furry family. Can't you tell how much Homie looks up to Bondi?
Background Info: Our apartment lease is up in a couple weeks, so Joe and I have been looking for a house to move to... with a yard... so we can get Mr. Bondi a little brother/sister that Joe will insist on naming "Homie"... which I think is the worst name for a dog ever, but I digress.
We just found a place that is dirt cheap - I won't even tell you how cheap cause I don't want to make any Manhattanites cry. And really, it's perfect for us - well, except for the fact that it's really a really old house and has a strange odor, a little bit like what I imagine crack would smell like, and umm... then there's the sex offender neighbor and the stuttering landlord.
Red flags? No, we'll just work around these little issues. So Say I.
Friend: did i hear you and joe signed a place??
me: not yet
we did FIND a place though
and we are meeting tonight to potentially sign
Friend:sweetness - where's it at?
me:need to determine if the neighbor is a level i sex offender or just a sex offender "dabbler"
i'm gonna knock on his door and bring him cookies Friend:and children?
haha sorry bad joke
me:no seriously, on the king county sex offenders list, the address DIRECTLY next door is listed as sex offender, so i studied the pic and im gonna go knock on the door - check him out.
Friend:haha creeepy
me:WELL... the landlord legit said on the phone to me, "there's just the problem of the neighbor. he's a little cranky. But if he gives you any problems, just call us and we'll get a restraining order"
WTF
Friend:uhhhhh
me:but actually the landlord stutters, ALOT, so it was more like, "we-e-elll thah-ah-rrS ju-ju-just the"
me: So maybe we just have a cranky neighbor and then somewhere close by a sex offender. Probably best if the cranky neighbor is the sex offender, that way we kill two birds with one stone? Friend:hahahah
me:place is right behind kangaroo and kiwi pub..
like 2 blocks from greenlake on 99
it is an OLD house
but has a lot of character
each room has different color walls haha
big basement with space for beer pong, etc.
and if i felt so inclined, i could decorate it really vintagey
Friend: i'm a big fan of old houses - i think they have a lot of character missing from today's housing
me:yeah.. well theres the problem of no dishwasher but joe fancies himself a handyman and thinks he's gonna install one :-)
im going to point and laugh.
So here's what I got:
***LOCATION
PROS: Easy access to freeway for commuting, 2 blocks from Greenlake, Across the street from my favorite Pho restaurant, stone's throw from one of my favorite pubs, and directly next door to a great pizza place. On second thought, that might be a con.
CONS: Directly next door to a pizza place, "cranky neighbor" that we potentially need to get a restraining order against?, sex offender neighbor possibly (hopefully) same person as cranky neighbor.. But since little kids don't like cranky men, probably he wouldn't have been a very successful sex offender. So probably not. Oh, and if you're thinking he might not have been a 'child molester' sex offender, he was. I saw.. on the creepy and addictive find a sex offender near you site.
***LANDLORD
PROS: Lives over an hour away.
CONS: Has serious speech impediment. Conversations take 3x longer than humanly necessary.
***HOUSE
PROS: Spacious, new carpets, big rooms, big basement, washer and dryer...
CONS: Smells funny, possibly like crack. Not that I would know. Every room has different color walls. No dishwasher.
Thoughts?? Besides the obvious, that I have Mad "Paint" Skillz. Have you ever tried to use that program? It is less user-friendly than those grocery store Self Checkouts. I think I'll stick with Photoshop.
I'm a twenty-something girl living in Seattle with my amazing dog Bondi (and my other boy). A little more about me - I'm a total animal lover. I talk in my sleep, sometimes alot. I love funnies, and Tom Yum soup puts me in a good mood. I have too many scars to count, and that's fine by me.
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