Things

I promise I think about this blog more than I POST on this blog (the opposite of how I want life to be going) and the PROOF is archived in the pictures I take with my phone. Pretty much once a week I think-Hey! That could go in my blog! *snap snap*. So, here are the things that have been in my phone for the past month (MAYBE more...... ) :

Thing 1. One day I was at the grocery store and when I was in the face wash isle I thought - gosh my pores are gross and big. I will buy a $3.00 weird mask-in-a-pouch! This is totally going to solve my problem, and I DO NOT want need a fancy schamcy spa facial this will be perfect!

Don't worry, best $3.00 I have ever spent to make myself look like a serial killer. 

Thing 2.  Charlie was neutered last weekend. The puppy mom in me had the hardest time bringing him home in that cone. He looked so pathetic. 

At first, he didn't know what to do with it. We would find him staring at walls because he didn't think he could move. Then, when he started to move he would hit the cone on the walls and the couch. Zero depth perception. It would totally freak him out. He has had to where the cone all week and he is starting to get used to it. He is starting to get used to it. And also, his bed is now his new favorite toy.

Thing 3. Look how pretty my tupperware cabinet is. 

Thing 4. I made LASAGNA last night. The only way a person like me knows how. Crockpot style. AKA throw things in and turn it on. Instant dinner. But here are some questions I have about this particular meal. 

-Eggplant. Why is it so weird? I guess before last night I have NEVER prepared and/or touched eggplant. There were no seeds. It kinda freaked me out. Seems like it NEEDS seeds. 

-Parsley. I don't know what parsley is supposed to look like. Whenever a recipe calls for something green and leafy (besides lettuce) it takes me like HOURS to find it in the grocery store. The only thing I could find was freaking parsley in a tube.  Is this even normal?

-Mess. WHY does it look like a bomb went off in my kitchen whenever I try to make dinner that didn't come in a box!? There has to be a solution to this I do not know about. 

Thing 4. Haha,... I forgot how many "things" I have on this post....already.  Thing 5. I have 5 things to talk about! Do you know how LONG it took me to write this post? 

Add one laptop with a dead battery to one puppy who decides he needs to go out ever 5 minutes AND jump on me and my dead battery laptop = 2 hours. Martha Stewart could probably get 5 things on her blog in 5 minutes. And it would be all cute and teal and titled, "5 ways to get 5 things on your blog in 5 minutes."

Mine is just titled, "Things".....yea. 

Puppy!

I just realized that I have not officially posted about the new addition to the household of adventures. His name is CHARLIE. Yes, Charlie as in, "Charlie bit me. Ouch, Charlie that huurrt!" (If you don't know what I am talking about you have been living under a rock, but go here!)

Here is the thing about puppies. You can't just go look at them and then go home, which was our plan all along back in October. "Lets just go look, husband!, said I.  We walked into the door at breaders and he ran up to us and practically jumped into our arms! It killed me. When we left, we drove one block away and I said to husband, "Wait! Stop! We can't lllleeeaaavvveee him!"

He shot us with these puppy eyes (I call them "zingers", because I am both clever and whitty) and we couldn't resist him. I get zinged with these on a daily basis and can barely say no. I am going to be so bad once we start having actual human babies.

So here is the real story for my bloggity blog today. Since our puppy was unplanned (hehe) and we had a trip home for Christmas planned since September we decided we need to bring him home with us. So, the weekend before I decided to do a load of laundry of Charlie related things in preparation for our travels home-towels, ugly Christmas sweaters (of course) AND a Charlie blanket.

The blanket was a last minute decision. A brilliant one at that. It was one of those throw blankets that I have had for years with no tag. A tag that probably would have said something like, "dry clean only" or "never put this in the washing machine." Instead, I ended up with a murderish looking scene in my washing machine. Oh, did I mention the blanket was maroon.

Besides for the blanket bits all over the place everything in the washing machine was died a nice shade of maroon. That was fun. Luckily, as mentioned before this load was all of Charlie's things, and not something of great value. But still. This WOULD happen to me. I didn't have any other solution to this mess except for a willing husband and a vaccum arm.

I would like to blame the whole ordeal on Charlie. Because it is totally his fault. But then he zings me with those eyes and does stuff like this, and nothing could ever be his fault.

Eeeek soo squishylilpuppyfreakinface!