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Babies are Weird

9 Aug

They really are!

My 6 month old girl is sitting next to me at the dining room table, alternately babbling, blowing very wet raspberries, and gnawing on the ribbon holding her little chew baggy of grapes, farting like a drunk frat boy, and probably wishing I would put the computer back to the sparkly-outfitted ’70’s music video we watched right before I started blogging.

She is outright refusing to learn how to sit on her own. Instead she keeps her legs straight and wants to bouncy-prance around. This child is going for mobility, ASAP.

Her first word? Dog.

Said very clearly over my shoulder this morning as she looked back at one of our black labs.

Crap.

I really wanted it to be daddy or something…cuter.

Nope. She’s crazy about dogs and cats.

She almost did jumping-jacks in my lap when my sister’s pug came careening into the birthday party last night. Kept shifting her weight and leaning around so she could keep Winnie in sight.

Back to the aforementioned fruit, she will eat so many refried beans I have to cut her off for her diaper’s sake, but makes faces over apples and grapes.

Gripe water has turned into an addiction. I took matters into my own hands and rather than pay $10 for 4oz I asked Lonnie to go get 3 very carefully researched ingredients from the health food store. Now we have made 2 batches of an herbal tea which most babies drink very diluted and sparingly. Not for her. Nope. She will drink it straight or highly diluted. It tastes like unsweetened rootbeer with just a hint of ginger and black liquorish. And she loves it.

My own personal little weirdo.

Love her to pieces. 🙂

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Wanna see the video we were watching?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JzKAJRux4ss

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She’s had a nap since the previous words, and has scared me to death by proving once again that she has figured out how to get from the middle of our bed to my bedside table in nothing flat. Now we have no time in which to do the sleeping surface enlargement that we have been talking about.

Going in to get her after she woke up I witnessed her up on hands and knees looking toward that table again. Are we going to have a crawler before the age of 7 months?!?

Is that normal?

Whatever. All I know is that Lonnie and I have our hands full, and from here on out we are going to have to wear track shoes to keep up with her.

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Man, I hate running.

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#MirthMusicMon – Dog’s Best Friend

29 Jun

It’s Mirth and Music Monday!

Therefore:

Here’s an animated short by Disney I’d never seen.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x7ARYCDna3E 

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Then there’s one of my daughter’s favorite songs.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2AkLE4X-bbU

I’m going to have to learn the verses for this so I can sing the entire song while pacing with an overtired baby. Much better for my sanity than just singing that short little chorus on repeat. lol

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That’s it for me folks.

Click HERE to see who else is playing this week. That’s also where you’ll go if you wish to join the fun and add your own Mirth and Music Monday post.

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A Hodge-Podge About Life and Writing

21 Mar

Sooo, after spending the majority of the day dealing with a migraine I  finally get around to trying to write a blog post. However, my computer and my internet connection had something of a battle, and now I’m too ticked off at the world in general to write a flash fiction.

Therefore, I am going to talk about something completely different.

I’m just not sure what.

I could talk about how well my current diet erm… eating lifestyle change is going. (The household is following the diet laid out in The 4-Hour Body)

The fact that I’m a little over two belt holes thinner.

Or talk about how my book sales have not been what I had hoped.

Then there’s this fantastic fantasy series I’m reading. (Elisabeth Wheatley sure knows how to weave a plot.)

Perhaps I could touch on the idea of sharing the first few pages of my husband’s portion of a steam punk graphic novel he’s working on (Words only so far. We need an artist.).

Then there’s the undead flash fictions he has been spitting out. (he’s writing circles around me, people!)

Of course there’s the business we’re still hoping to put together in a town very close to where we live. It’s still very hush-hush, but I’m excited! (We thought we almost had it last winter, then federal regulations changed and our supplier had to revamp their product. The scale of our future enterprises has enlarged… hopefully in a good way.  :/  )

I keep thinking I need to whip together some of my steam punk flash fictions and put another book out there. But for some reason my heart isn’t in it at the moment. I’m not sure why. Very confused. I’m also stalled on my other writing projects. Perhaps it’s the approaching spring. Maybe it’s worry over five hundred big and little things. Very likely it’s nothing and I just have to push myself through it. Like most of my projects, I’m pretty sure that the moment I really start to work on it it’s all I’ll be able to think about for a month or two. Kinda like those Carls Jr. commercials, except I may as well wear a big shirt that says “Don’t bother me. I’m writing.”

With it being a lot nicer outside, I won’t feel guilty at the idea of pitching the dogs out the back door and into their pen for an hour or two while I concentrate on a project. You see, I write best alone. However, the dogs hate it when there’s only one person in the house. Especially if they hear my husband getting chores done outside. They don’t leave me alone. It’s like they are trying to make me go outside and bring him back to them. That means that my writing time goes something like this:

Let’s see… she’s just decided what poison to use on… What? Why are you bumping my elbow? Yes. I know he went out that door. No, I’m not going to go get him.

Please stop whining. It’s the most annoying sound on the planet.

Thank you.

Now where was I? Ah, yes… she’s crafting the gelatin dessert, should it be orange or raspberry?  WHAT?! No! I won’t go get him! Please go lay down!

No, the sad eye thing won’t get you anywhere. Knock it off.

I didn’t mean literally!  How did you even manage to tip that over? It was way over there!

No, I did not stand up to let you go outside to find him. Stop barking.

GAH!!!

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Yeah, so needless to say, this has been a creatively barren winter.

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If only they stayed this cute and small:

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MMM… Mishka and The Argument

3 Feb

It’s Mirth and Music Monday!

Let’s dive right in, shall we?

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First off I have a couple of beautiful dogs having an argument over a chew toy.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fiO-BTldRpA

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For the music today I found something that would go nicely with an argument.

In fact, the song is actually called The Argument.  🙂

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iGa0JIEhawY

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There we have it, dogs and choirs arguing. My job is complete. lol

If you would like more Mirth and Music Monday (or join in) head on over to ReGi McClain’s blog.

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Happy Monday, Everyone!

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Thanks, But I Don’t Need Any Help Procrastinating

6 Nov

There are some days when it feels impossible to get anything creative written. You are mentally and maybe even physically running around getting a bunch of little things done. You’re knocking down that non-existent to do list of things that don’t have to be done any time this week. You may even be getting tons of stuff written:

Shopping list

Random to-do list

Before-I-Publish list (even though you already have 3 versions of it)

Christmas list (what you want, what you think others might like… then what you can afford to give them)

Invitation list to your 90th birthday party

Your top 10 favorite super heroes

A letter to your distant cousin living in Guam (do I have a cousin in Guam? I’ll have to check.)

Anything but what you have decided is your highest priority writing project.

I know how you feel. I have gotten to the end of today and realized that I have effectively wasted the entire day. The one check list that could have kept me on track — never written. Yeah… And tomorrow is pretty much a wash. Wednesdays are always so full and busy that all my creative juices have been sapped by trying not to do something stupid in public.

And why is it, that you can sit at the computer for an accidental 3 hours of a favorite game and never think twice about chores around the house. But the moment you think perhaps this would be a good time to pound out a couple hundred words the entire house rises up and demands your undivided attention? This needs dusted. That needs cleaned. The windows need wa-  Nah, the windows never have any kind of distraction appeal to my subconscious. It’s never that desperate.

Then there are the dogs. They could have just come in from going potty, but the second I sit down with the actual intention of doing something worthwhile they start doing their outside dance. grrr   How do they know??? Any other time I sit in front of my computer they couldn’t give a flying peanut what I was doing.

So right now, I am sitting in the living room, typing away, with my novel-writing thunderstorm chewing away at my hearing ability, and a hood over my head, trying to block out the beckoning siren calls of the tasks that need my attention. (thankfully my husband already threw the dogs out for my blog writing session.)

Why???

Why is it so difficult to convince our brains that now is the time to get this project moved forward by a couple pages? Why are there times when we would almost prefer oral surgery to simply sitting down and finishing writing that chapter?

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I think it may be time for this little writer to do a quick refresher read through her favorite book on controlling procrastination tendencies, then her favorite book on writing efficiently.

*sigh* Perhaps one of these days I will be able to write a book in six months, but apparently I have a little ways to go before that happens.

Oh, well. Tomorrow is a new day, and perhaps it won’t be as tiring as usual. Perhaps I will get home in time for a power nap, a snack, and an hour sitting at my computer working on one of these amazing books I have stored in my mind.

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It could happen.

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4P785j15Tzk

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Yeah, kinda like that. Although, not usually to that extremity.

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What kinds of things do you procrastinate with?

Do you do it consciously, or unconsciously?

Do you have a wonderful cure all method for getting your stuff done?

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Kitchen Remodel: A Horror Story

5 May

Well, it’s not quite that bad.

But it is rather scary…for me.

The saws all waiting on the ladder. Can you hear it singing "Lonely. I'm so lonely"?

The saws all waiting on the ladder. Can you hear it singing “Lonely. I’m so lonely”?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I dislike hearing men yell in anger or frustration, seeing my husband up on a ladder worries me, and every time he drops something or exclaims loudly I jump sky high, afraid he has fallen or hurt himself in some other painful (and painfully expensive) way.

This project is punctuated by dropped tools, muffled cussing, and cries of “Is nothing in this kitchen square?!?”

Then there are the dogs.

They are highly excitable black lab mixes, and love Lonnie to bits and pieces. It just tears their hearts out to watch him walk out the front door, and therefore out of their lives forever, 30 times a day (so he can use the table saw, go run for a new caulking gun, or some other errand).

I, the ever helpful wife (I try at least), have been relegated to carpenter’s helper, gofer, dog wrangler, and get to make up half the team of the nightly clean up crew. All I can do is watch him up on that ladder and pray; Really Hard.

If nothing else comes out of this project, at least I will have logged in a lot of worried prayer time. That counts for something, doesn’t it?

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In all seriousness, he is doing a very good job, and has maintained a great mood so far. I think for the most part it’s something of a load off his mind having this task started.  We have a looong way to go, though. These are just the top cupboards. We still have to move the sink and fridge across the room, install the dishwasher and hood/microwave, install task lighting, and close up the gap between the kitchen and the dining room to a wide arch…among other things.

By the time we’re done there will hardly be an original piece of this room remaining. Believe me, that’s a good thing.

Wish us luck!  …we’re going to need it. 😉

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