P.S. I have posted a few things below that are new--look down.
And P.S. Who knew Rob Pattinson (or whatev) sings my fav song on the soundtrack? I fell in love with that song...I have had a pandora station of him and just thought he was some artist out there.....I had no idea it was EDWARD, until I was reading an article today with his name listed. Wow, I am really stupid. I never remember actors names, unless they are my favorite, like Brad Pitt, Matthew McConnaughey :)
I still have not finished the last book....I just didn't jump into like the others, so I have not read in months! But I am pretty excited for the other movies to come out.
My friend, Krysti, just sent me this email. It is one of the saddest things I have ever read--be prepared to cry:
A man in Grand Rapids, Michigan incredibly took out a $7000 full page adin the paper to present the following essay to the people of hiscommunity.
HOW COULD YOU? - By Jim Willis, 2001
When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh.You called me your child, and despite a number of chewed shoes and acouple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend. Whenever Iwas "bad," you'd shake your finger at me and ask "How could you?" -- butthen you'd relent and roll me over for a belly rub.My housebreaking took a little longer than expected, because you wereterribly busy, but we worked on that together. I remember those nights ofnuzzling you in bed and listening to your confidences and secret dreams,and I believed that life could not be any more perfect. We went for longwalks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got thecone because "ice cream is bad for dogs" you said), and I took long napsin the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day.
Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, andmore time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently,comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided youabout bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and whenyou fell in love. She, now your wife, is not a "dog person" - - still Iwelcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. Iwas happy because you were happy.
Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I wasfascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to motherthem, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spentmost of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate. Oh, how Iwanted to love them, but I became a "prisoner of love.." As they began togrow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves upon wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears, and gaveme kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them and their touch --because your touch was now so infrequent -- and I would've defended themwith my life if need be. I would sneak into their beds and listen to theirworries and secret dreams, and together we waited for the sound of yourcar in the driveway.
There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that youproduced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me.These past few years, you just answered "yes" and changed the subject. Ihad gone from being "your dog" to "just a dog ," and you resented everyexpenditure on my behalf.Now, you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you and theywill be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. You've made theright decision for your "family," but there was a time when I was youronly family
I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter.It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled out thepaperwork and said "I know you will find a good home for her." Theyshrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the realities facinga middle-aged dog, even one with "papers." You had to pry your son'sfingers loose from my collar as he screamed "No, Daddy! Please don't letthem take my dog!" And I worried for him, and what lessons you had justtaught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility,and about respect for all life. You gave me a good-bye pat on the head,avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash withyou. You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too. After you left,the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move monthsago and made no attempt to find me another good home. They shook theirheads and asked, "How could you?"
They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedulesallow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago. At first,whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was youthat you had changed your mind -- that this was all a bad dream... or Ihoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me.When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention ofhappy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far cornerand waited.
I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of theday, and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room. Ablissfully quiet room. She placed me on the table and rubbed my ears, andtold me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was tocome, but there was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of love had runout of days.As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden which shebears weighs heavily on her, and I know that, the same way I knew yourevery mood. She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear randown her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you somany years ago. She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As Ifelt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay downsleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured, "How could you?"Perhaps because she understood my dog speak, she said, "I'm so sorry." Shehugged me, and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to abetter place, where I wouldn't be ignored or abused or abandoned, or haveto fend for myself -- a place of love and light so very different fromthis earthly place. And with my last bit of energy, I tried to convey toher with a thump of my tail that my "How could you?" was not directed ather. It was directed at you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of you. Iwill think of you and wait for you forever. May everyone in your lifecontinue to show you so much loyalty.
A Note from the Author: If "How Could You?" brought tears to your eyes asyou read it, as it did to mine as I wrote it, it is because it is thecomposite story of the millions of formerly "owned" pets who die each yearin American & Canadian animal shelters. Please use this to help educate,on your websites, in newsletters, on animal shelter and vet officebulletin boards. Tell the public that the decision to add a pet to thefamily is an important one for life, that animals deserve our love andsensible care, that finding another appropriate home for your animal isyour responsibility and any local humane society or animal welfare leaguecan offer you good advice, and that all life is precious. Please do yourpart to stop the killing, and encourage all spay & neuter campaigns inorder to prevent unwanted animals. Please pass this on to everyone, not to hurt them or make them sad, but it could save maybe, even one, unwanted pet. Remember...They love UNCONDITIONALLY.This IS the reality of dogs given up to shelters.
Ready for a ranting story....
I took my lovely honeymoon dress (creame and black dress that I am in on the sidebar) to get dry cleaned about 2 weeks ago. I have only worn it twice, on our honey moon and Clayton's birthday. On Saturday I went to pick it up, expecting my favorite dress to be shiny and new; instead it was RUINED BY THESE IDIOTS.
There are large jewl buttons all along the top...well, there were large jewl buttons along the top. I pull up, ask for my dress and they said there is no charge. I am thinking, "what, I have never had anything dry cleaned and I was expecting to pay like $20". There was a note from the manager attached:
"There was no care label. Due to the plastic buttons, they dissolved in the solution. So we took the cleaning charge off".
WOW, really, you ruined my dress and you will credit me $13!!!!!! I was furious. I called the manager at home and let her know she will be replacing the dress. She told me not to get upset and that it is not a big deal. Really, not get upset when there is a CARE LABEL ON THE SIDE SEAM OF MY DRESS THAT YOU CARELESSLY OVERLOOKED and YO U DIDN'T HAVE THE NERVE TO CALL ME ABOUT THE MISTAKE WHEN IT HAPPENED". Not a big deal my butt.
This all could have been avoided, if someone who works there actually had a brain and used it and thought--I ruined this nice piece of clothing, I should let them know. If she apologized and was like, "I am so sorry is there anything I can do?", then I could have been happy with that. But oh no, lie your way out of it and deny that you ruined my favorite dress!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I called her manager, at corporate and almost got the same run-around. Luckily after arguing with her, wasting some more time, they will mail me a check. But they still want to see the dress to see if what I say actually happened. I think I will take pictures and leave them at their front desk....not leave my dress for them to ruin more!
MORAL OF THE STORY--DON'T USE RED HANGER!
P.S. Michelle, my friend, used to work there and I wished I would have had her around for this ordeal!
But after a deep breath, the sun is peaking through the clouds and it looks like it be kind of nice outside...
The wedding party...
Hope you all have a great holiday!!!! Its not like I am huge fan of any comic; however, Venessa sent these to me at work and I LOVED THEM! I am half tempted to make one in my yard. Wait, I don't really have a yard....maybe in a park :).
Don’t you just love this time of year? I do! I love the holiday music, the bustle in the grocery stores, the wrapping paper, decorated trees, sweaters and jackets, and visiting with family. Even though Christmas is pushed on us like there is not enough time in the 25 days in December to celebrate……..we can’t forget Thanksgiving.
I love Thanksgiving! I love getting together with family watching football (even if I don’t know the teams), eating and snacking all day, playing games and staying up late chit-chatting like when you were kids. I love it! I love the smell of fresh baked rolls, the smiles on everyone’s faces, and the anticipation for the wonderful turkey that has cooked all day. MMM I just love the holidays.
I don’t want to be cheesy, but I am very grateful for so many things; my husband & best friend, my family, my close friends, my cute pups, being able to do what I want because I live in a free country, and having a job. The economy isn’t doing too well, but we shouldn’t let that get us down. We have so many things to be grateful for. We really are so lucky!!!!!! We should turn off the TV and enjoy each other. Enjoy our warm houses and full bellies. We should share our abundance of joy, food and money we have with those less fortunate. Don’t listen to the world and spend all of your money on gifts. Do the simple things, like serving others or making someone’s day, that is what is memorable—that is what makes the season even sweeter.
Happy Thanksgiving!
Obviously missing our base mold....
This is our old rug without our coffee table.... I LOVE OUR FLOORS. Our condo is really starting to feel like our home!
Haven't you missed our pups? This is them after a hard days work.
Kitchen still missing base mold :) 
A post of randomness.
Yes, I am a little late but it was Clayton's 25 birthday on the 10! Happy Birthday!!!! We went on a date night to Corbins. I must say....it wasn't as good as I thought. The french fries were a little wierd and my steak was nothing spectacular. Personally Texas Roadhouse is better, although Corbins was a little more intimate.
I made Clayton a list of 25 things he should know about 1983. Some were stupid random facts others I thought were intersting. Who knew that George Bush (the first one) was Regans Vice?? I DID NOT KNOW THAT. A gallon of milk cost about what it costs now, and the Jazz made it to the playoffs! Gas was $.85 a gallon! And the number one song on his birthday was "Total Eclipse of the Heart". Those were the days of cabbage patch dolls, big hair and jellies.
We bought ROCK BAND. My husband and his family are musical geniuses, so of course they love it. I enjoy playing, but I do not live for it. Maybe I will become totally addicted once my kitchen and living room get put back together, but right now I am preoccupied with getting things fixed. Back to rockband--we got a killer deal on it from one of his co-workers so that is our Christmas to each other (at least that is how Clayton classified the purchase :)). Clayt is constantly unlocking new songs and is loving it! GO ROCK. I want to buy more butt rock songs though--they are fabulous--and those are the ones I like to play best.
RUT. That is right. I am in a work rut. What should I do? Who knows! I dread getting up in the morning; I would rather sleep cuddled up to my puppies. I can't wait for lunch to go home and watch my daily dose of court shows (Judge Judy, Alex or whoever is on). I try not to fall asleep waiting for the hours to go by while getting my work done. I am lacking motivation!!!!!!! I can't wait to go home to my cute Clayton and do nothing! I just want to wake up from this dazed feeling of hating it. And I am sick of stupid people at work! Seriously I don't know how they have made it this far in life passing the buck with their arrogant man-hood. Enough of that, I really shouldn't let them get to me.
But that is about it.....Oh yeah. We put in a new water heater this weekend (Thank you BLAKE), removed the mold and now are ready to install new floors next Saturday! We will paint the kitchen before hand and I will post losts of pics. I love the remodeling/updating. Maybe I should just flip houses. Or work in a nursery with sweet babies all day.
Look at these cute pictures my friend Krysti took at my wedding. She does such a freakin good job! They are candid, but I likey.
