Sunday Stroll

I thought I'd take some photos of my walk with two of my doggies today. :) Patch and Angel and I set out like we always do on our 2 mile walk. They were very ready to walk

as you can tell in the pic they were bugging me to get up and get going! So we were off! We walked the long road by the big open field and they sniffed every stinking bush and plant and tree they could see.

 It was nice outside, the sun setting slowly ahead of us as we walked along. We walked by the ditch we see every day, and they stopped to poke around for a bit before we continued on our way. We walked up the road and came to the first four way stop where three other dogs were being walked by their owners too.

One was barking and carrying on, the other just stared and walked on like Patch and Angel did. Then of course they had to sniff everything around them since so many dogs were there. So we continued on our way and down the LONG stretch of road through the first part of our neighborhood. We live in the last and newest section of our neighborhood. Had a close call with a snippy little chihuahua that got out of their owners grasp, *eye roll- told ya. damn rat dogs* and came charging towards us. She [the owner] was downright terrified of her dog coming anywhere

near my dogs. I would have found her reaction hilarious if it wasn't for the fact that moronic dog owners that don't leash their dogs piss me off so badly. The Chihuahua terrorist pissed on a clump of leaves and grass and then ran off yipping over his shoulder, so of course as we passed by Angel and Patch had to 'check it out'. :D We finally got to the 'turn around street' that we walk down before turning back towards our house.

 Of course we spotted a cat. Angel and Patch's ears perked up and I saw the cute little thing- back hunched and hiding under a big truck in someones driveway. Poor 'kitteh'. Sweet little thing. He/She didn't look much older than maybe 4-5 months old. I could tell Angel wanted to take a bite out of him/her, but she didn't make a big fuss and kept walking. Lots of kids were out and we stopped to let everyone get a snuggle in before we continued onward.

The sun was setting as we walked back up the road to the last leg of our walk. I was shocked when another cat dashed out from underneath an RV parked next to the road we were walking on...I got dragged about 5 feet before I got the dogs to settle down. They are getting better about not chasing things, but *if* said 'kitteh' is sitting still. If that same feline wonder is dashing across the road at lightening speed...forget it! Once we reached this one alley Patch became weirdly interested in it. He stood staring down it

for a bit, until I said to him..."Okay Patch...should we go home, or go down the scary Alley Of DOOM!?" Sure enough he turned and we walked onward. The last block we walk down before we turn on the main road back to our street, is the road that a nice man named John lives. John is a late 50 something year old professional jazz musician. He's a friendly out going man. Sometimes when we walk by he just waves, or sometimes he's in his garage playing his guitar, and sometimes...like today he walks down his driveway to

chat. We talked about music, traveling, our dogs, family, and just funny things for about a half hour before we realized how late it was getting. The sun was quickly going down at this point and I still had two more dogs to walk! lol. So we continued onward and turned down the main road back to our street. Patch and Angel sniffed around for a bit. By the time we got

to the last turn in the street it was dark out. We hustled at this point because people take that curve in the road like they are trying out for the Indy 500, and my jacket was black--yeah I know-- :P So we managed to get back home quickly. I got my camera put up, and put on a heavier light colored coat, and then took the little dogs out for a walk. :) It was a nice stroll. I think Patch and Angel had fun. I sure did. I love my neighborhood and all the neat things I see when we walk. So maybe tomorrow I'll take my camera out with the little dogs and see what we see. ha ha.

Jaesus.                                                                            

The OTHER



Heaven in a cup yo!



So tonight I wanted a snack, a little treat. I went to sonic and got a Java Chiller (with Mocha and Caramel- yums!!) I noticed a little box on the side w/all the toppings you can get...and saw OTHER.

OTHER? *gasps with excitement!* Exactly what magical goodness could possibly be considered "other"? I just thought I'd share that, because...Java Chillers are already awesome so the "bonus box" just makes me giddy!

Yeah- sugar high. :P

Jaesus

Pet Peeves. It's like this...

I first need to say thank you to the anon poster on my formspring page that asked me this question. I answered it, and it got me to thinking: most people would have no idea why I found those things I listed annoying. I mean Some are pretty simple but others are my own little quirks and things.

So I thought I'd elaborate a bit. :P This was my list of pet peeves, and I might actually expand this list and add a few more. *Off track a bit*- this is exactly why I decided to do a personal blog. You can only put so much on those formspring questions before people get bored and stop reading. Formspring should be a quick Q&A so this blog allows me the freedom to ramble on all I want. :D I also thought by doing this blog people might get to know who I really am, and perhaps lay off the snotty comments and rude questions on FS. Well...at least one can hope anyways. SO on with my list of pet peeves and why they bug me so much.                                                 

1. I hate the sound of teeth grinding. Shaggy grinds his teeth in his sleep and it's the most bone chilling sound I've ever heard a human make! Then he passed along this little annoying habit to our youngest son, Hayden. Have you ever heard something so disturbing that you actually shivered? That's what little tiny toddler teeth grinding does to me. It's just the most insane sound ever. It's worse than nails on chalk board! I swear it is. I don't think a dentist would make a mouth piece for a three year old, but believe me I'd be willing to try it! What bugs me the most is that Shags got a mouth piece to prevent it (he's actually broken teeth and had to have the tips rebuilt!), but he never wears it.

2. The sound of a dog licking anything. It's SO freaking nasty. I cannot stand the sound of a dog licking things, toys, it's dog bowl, it's ass! Just whatever. It's the most annoying sound. My dogs love to annoy me with this at the worst time ever. In the middle of the night, just after I lay down to go to bed, I can hear a little *slurp, sloop, flick, slobber, slurp* ARRRGH!! A quick "SHUT UP!" usually stops the noise, but I'm already shivering and 'ewwing' so bad I can't sleep.

3. The sound of someone eating is annoying. Not just the open-mouth-smacking noises, I mean just normal eating. Now, some people can eat quietly and that doesn't bug me...but some people (ohhhh lord, some people) make these weird little internal-closed-mouthed little smacking, slurping noises when they eat, and I will be honest...it makes me want to donkey punch them in the face. lol, I know...abusive much.. but honestly the sound just makes my skin crawl!                                                           

4. When people don't put their basket back in the buggy barn. OMG would it honestly kill your ass to walk 20feet to take it back to the buggy barn? (some people call it a corral or "the thingy the basket go in" LOL). It's SO annoying and rude. I don't want your stray basket hitting my car. Sure if you have a piece of shit car maybe you won't mind a ding....well I don't drive a piece of shit car, and to be honest there are lots of nice cars in the parking lot, so don't be a jerk. What gets me the most, is when I see someone who is parked right NEXT to the buggy barn and the STILL push their basket off to the side then drive off...leaving the basket in the middle of the parking space so that when someone else pulls into that spot, they have to stop halfway in, get out, move the basket and then park. Half the people I see doing this crap wouldn't hurt from a work out.                                                                              

5. When people ride my bumper through town. It annoys me to NO END when people get right on my ass. I'm following the speed limit, if you're in that much of a hurry....PASS ME. Seriously, two lanes dude.....pick one! I always do a 'break check'. :D The 'ol speed up a bit to get some space then TAP THE BREAKS. People freak out and usually back the HELL off. I'm a bit nervous to do that in my new car though...last thing I want is some knucklehead running into my car, but honestly it wakes them up a bit. Sends a pretty clear message too, "Get OFF my ass". I have seen those bumper stickers that say "If you're able to read this- get off my ass", but I don't want to put bumper stickers on my car...tempting though. Some are a bit more um...rude than the "get off my ass" one. Some are down right funny.

6. I cannot stand people that let their dogs run around with out a leash. I take the time to put a leash on my dogs so that they don't run off, or attack shit. Like cats, birds, squirrels, lawn ornaments that should be set on fire anyways...ya know, cause it's polite. I really cannot stand the assholes that let their dogs run around with out a leash and then they actually have the nerve to get pissed off at *me* when their dogs come yapping up in my dogs faces. Most of the time it's these little rat dogs (more commonly known as chihuahuas), I swear half of them act rabid. At least my dogs are pretty chill about it. Patch (a 75lb catahoula leopard dog) just looks at this little peons like- "No, seriously...do you want to cross that line snack pack?" I have the best damn dogs, they have massive self control. And most people around here complain about stray cats. Yeah...you don't see stray cats run up to dogs and pick a fight, unless....they have a death wish.  *Off topic* I always imagine cats have a French accent....no idea why, but I swear if a cat could talk, he would have a French accent. No doubt about it. I can just hear a cat...

sitting in his front yard (or more likely his neighbor's front yard after having left a 'present' in the neighbor's flower bed), watching with interest as I walk my dogs past. The cat flicks his tail back and forth and says: "Yes my slobber bucket friends, I know you see me. I know you want to chase me...but alas you steww-pid doggies are tethered to your masters. **evil cat laugh here** I have no master! I am rule of ALL you see." *yes i realize this is nuts, but honestly next time you see a cat lounging around in someones yard, look him right in the eyes and TELL ME he's not thinking evil twisted thoughts ...in a French accent.

So these are my pet peeves. I'm sure I have more but honestly, this blog is long enough don't you think? Well...I do, and besides I have soooo much laying around being lazy time to catch up on and frontierville requests to send out and bug people with. So for now I will leave you with this adorable picture of exactly what I think of when I see a cat. Well maybe not exactly what I think of but it's pretty darn cute...no? :) Catch y'all laters and have a great weekend.

Jaesus                                                                              

To move or not to move...and more importantly, where?

So Shaggy has a promotion test coming up. If he passes and promotes up to MSgt (which I'm very sure will happen, he's been studying like mad), he will be taken off flight and have to move into a back office job again. He doesn't want to do that so much...so he's thought about becoming a 1st Sgt. If he does this it means some good things, but also some things we have to really think about.

 For starters it means he will be 'on call' 24/7, 365.  For those who have no idea what a 1st Sgt does (from wikipedia- who explains it best): In the United States Air Force, First Sergeant is not a rank, but a special duty held by the senior enlisted advisor of a military unit who reports directly to the unit commander. This billet is held by individuals of pay grades E-7 through E-9 (Master Sergeant, Senior Master Sergeant and Chief Master Sergeant), and is denoted on the rank insignia by a lozenge (known colloquially as a "diamond"). Often referred to as the "first shirt", or "shirt", the first sergeant is responsible for the morale, welfare, and conduct of all the enlisted members in a squadron and is the chief adviser to the squadron commander concerning the enlisted force. Most units have a master sergeant in this position, while larger units use senior master sergeants and chief master sergeants as first sergeants.

It's a huge responsibility but I think Shags would make a fabulous 1st Sgt. It also means I'll have to be more involved too.  It's something he's worked very hard at so I will have to do my best: Showing up for events in support, lending a hand if need be, helping w/events and things. I actually like doing that stuff already.

The major thing we've been thinking about though is that we might have to move. I have no idea if I really want to just yet. Kyle will be starting high school next fall, and Laney will be starting kindergarten. Family is close, friends are here. I like this town we're in. I love my house....lots of reasons to stay really, but in the end we will do what we have to. It's a continuous adventure this life. :)

So where should we move then? Well South Dakota looks good, and Colorado looks good too. Which ever,I think we'll be happy. We've looked at so many houses in each state, and my goodness we'd get a huge house for the same cost here for one half as big. I think I might like moving. :D

Jaesus.

Just Another Day in Paradise.



Hayden sporting his fire Cheetos face.



Today was a normal day. A pretty lazy day really. Did laundry and hung out with Laney and Hayden watching movies. Kevin went and got us some snacks (yums). :) Hayden enjoyed his fire Cheetos and Laney had gummy worms. We watched about every Pixar film known to man. Well maybe not 'every' film, but pretty close. I love hanging out with my kiddos. They make the day so very interesting. The funny things they say, the faces they make, hugs, snuggles and giggles. I love it. Kyle didn't feel very well after he got home from school. This is the 4th time he's come home with an upset stomach. If this keeps up I think I'll have to see a doctor about it. I'm not too worried, but I do find it odd that this has been happening quite frequently lately. I will never again let anything just 'roll off' about the kids' health. Not after the mess and run around the morons (jokingly called doctors) on base kept telling me "It's nothing" when Laney had her hernia. I cannot believe a person who wears a name tag w/DOCTOR on it didn't realize she had a hernia. It took the specialist 2 seconds to say -hernia, she needs surgery-. So I'll make sure they don't do the same bull to Kyle. Laney tried to help make Kyle feel better by rubbing his back and saying "It be okay Bubba, it be okay." She's a sweetheart. I tried to get a picture of that but she kept sticking her little finger in my lens. Laney sure is a stinker. She's a bit bossy. I have no idea where she gets that from at all [end sarcasm]. I think this weekend I'll take them to see a movie, or the park and a picnic if it's not too cold. I'm not sure yet. I guess we'll see how the weather is. It was a long day for sure. 

No Mommy, you can't take my picture.

Later we played outside for a bit with the dogs. I think we wore them out actually. Laney and Hayden ran back and forth around the backyard till the dogs got dizzy. Then the sat on the porch and giggled as they watched Shaggy toss the ball around for Angel and Patch to chase after. Peggy made herself at home right between Laney and Hayden on the porch, and just watched. Dodger...I'm not really sure where he was or what the heck he was doing at the time. I think he might have been nosing around somewhere for bugs. Lord knows that dog loves to kill things and leave me nicely stacked little piles of dead bodies on the back porch. He's proud of his work. After we came back inside the kiddos helped me put away about a thousand pounds of laundry and then we got dinner- left over s'ghetti (as they call it). It was yums. The kids were pretty tired after that and just about crashed, but we managed to keep them up long enough to not disrupt normal bedtime. The kids crashed and Shags and I watched some old Eddie Murphy specials (Raw and Delirious). I've not watched those in forever! If you've not seen them you have to. Classic.

Hope this is as good as it looks

I think I love those two specials so much because my best friend from HS and I used to watch those two specials all the time. We were always over at her grandmother's house on the weekends, and she would make us cheeseburgers, homemade fries and chocolate shakes and we'd spend the whole night watching Eddie Murphy movies and his comedy specials and laugh for hours and hours. I probably know both of those specials word for word. hmm...I'm sure that drove Shags a bit bonkers, because I cannot help but blurt out some of the lines with Eddie. Well he didn't seem to mind, just shook his head and giggled at me. We decided to stay up late and ended up getting chips and salsa and a movie from Red Box. :P Well...Shags is back w/the chips, salsa and movie so I'm off. Oh the movie- I've been waiting for it to be released to Red Box- it's called RED. Retired hit-men, kind of a dark comedy action movie. Let'cha know if it's any good. :) Night all.


Jaesus.