Animals

Random dog photo. She is such a clown. 

I've finally found purple. My hair is growing out from my "I want Pink's hair but got shaved and skewered" haircut and back into my "I've had long hair my entire life" style. I guess if you have beautiful naturally curly hair, you should thank your stars and leave it alone. 

I can't help my impulsitivity sometimes. I can now say I've had my head shaved and have sported a pixie cut for a time. Now it's just unkempt and wild. It's kinking in odd places, getting knotty, (that's how I knew it was growing, did NOT miss knots) and overall is just angry at itself. 

I have a feeling this purple will get darker and cover my entire head. I am so in love, more so than I have been with my infamous shades of red. 

Oh, and who still gets pimples at this age? Once you break free of your teenage reign of this nonsense you should be rid of them forever. 

No bath

Someone does NOT want a bath. 

I don't get it. She is a large, large dog with a menacing bark and yet she is scared to death about being clean. You guys, she seriously needs a bath. She smells like old man cellar and outside. Of course, I just HAD to adopt a white model canine so she's dirtier than the average bear. She also sheds like a fiend. Short hair = hair everywhere. 

She's an American Bulldog and she is the smartest and sweetest dog ever. She's also really protective. I'm not sure what happened to her in the short 4 months she had without me, but she does not like men she does not know. Girls? No problem. Boys? You are going to get growled at and averted at all costs. 

Honestly, I haven't loved a dog this much  since my pug, Shelby, aka Noonie aka Shel Bo Baggins passed away. 

She's pretty rad. Even though she stinks. 

Look at that face. 

When she gets warm, her skin turns pink. 

Ps. I didn't spell check this as I'm going against my rule and posting from my iPhone and while imbibing on spirits. If it's one thing I've learned, stay away from the internet when you've been drinking. 

Muahahaha I'll probably post again tonight. 

winter

The static electricity that ensues due to increased indoor heat because it's stupid cold outside drives me a bit insane. My hair, my clothes, my cats, even my socks have static.

You just can't shake it.

I can't seem to stop drawing this rabbit.

It's not officially winter until Dec 21st but it's definitely reared it's frozen head where I live. I love snow. I have 4 wheel drive and I don't mind driving in it. I hate other drivers. They ruin winter for me. Coming to a dead stop on an incline up a mountain is not how you drive in the snow and yet this is what happens EVERY. SINGLE. WINTER. SEASON. One would think that having lived in said mountains for a period of time, one would adjust.  No.  no.  NO. 
But I'm excited nonetheless. Being an eternal child has it's benefits. One is getting ready to bolt outside and bury your dog in the snow. Another is trying to get her to pull your sled, which she won't do, and will leave you face down in the snow for having attempted it. Cheeky girl. Then I walk to my parents house and I throw snowballs at their windows until they acknowledge that I'm outside in the snow. That's about the time I build the snow ramp in their yard since they have a great slope for sledding. Woohoo!
SO. EXCITED.

I'm a little disappointed that I'm not in the 6-12 inch band of snow. For some reason, old man winter has been dumping snow everywhere around me and ignoring me like a little kid.  What gives, you jerk?

More hours in a day, please

I've been working too much it seems and I've neglected my blog. For shame. 

To make up for it with the little time I can eke out right now, I give you this short video of how bold my dog is. Oh so bold! I was in the process of making cookies and texting a friend. I guess she thought I wasn't paying attention. 

http://youtu.be/0RW56ju1sEk

Bold! 

Dog shaming

Dog Shaming
     I'm infatuated with this site. I've been visiting it almost daily for over a year now.  I have pets. You could say it is a small colony of pets. These include a one year old American Bulldog named Louise, a soon to be 13 year old Boston Terrier named Mr. Pooze (aka Spaz), and a few felines to top it off: Kiki, Belushi, Coraline, Re-re, and the terrible twins Roger and Randy, who I'm wishing I named Sam and Dean after the Winchester brothers from Supernatural. Maybe I'll take those names for a spin and see how it works out.
     The site is a wonderful stroll through a multitude of public animal shamings.  It makes me feel less alone when it comes to the destruction and heartbreak that having animals can bring you. By heartbreak I mean the distraught feelings of losing one of your favorite sneakers to giant teeth and slobber, having to toss out your favorite bra due to your cat wanting the world to know that you belong to him, or coming home to a sea of shredded paper towels in the kitchen because you swore that your dog could NOT reach that far back on the counter.  I love my animals and I love having animals so these sorts of things come with the territory.  Besides being a comfort, I get many a chuckle out of seeing other people's posts of what their animals have done. I also realize that what's happened to me could be far worse. 

the age old excuse

I had something written that I was going to share but my dog ate it.
She really did.
She is a moose.
She can reach things that I don't think she possibly can.
She waits until I leave and then she strikes.

It was my fault.
I wrote something, spur of the moment, on the back of an empty macaroni & cheese packet.
The words must have been palatable with that awful powdered cheese.