Sunday, February 14, 2016

Doggone Dog

I'm still in the honeymoon phase with this guy. Even while scolding Wesley for barking at nothing for 20 minutes or pulling yet another destroyed USB cord from his mouth, when he cocks his head at me, I melt.

Here are another bunch of photos of my dog. And how much do I love saying "my dog"?

He just noticed a squirrel on the windowsill

Looking embarrassed about his Bamm-Bamm Rubble underwear after his ball-ectomy. Poor guy. 

Such a fierce yawn

We would have never gotten Wesley if it wasn't for Audrey. They are a perfect pair.

Rolling around on the couch

He loves the his bull's penis

See? See? There's the head tilt I was telling you about. Gah. How adorable...

It's Valentine's Day and this is a love letter to my doggie. Sad.


Monday, February 8, 2016


I've been sick since about November. I have a few days of feeling better and think I'm over the hump but then I go to sleep and wake up with a sore throat. Boo.

How do you get a dog to stop barking at nothing? I love him but it's doing my head in. The obedience classes won't come soon enough.

I hate cooking dinner. All I want to do is eat sandwiches or have takeout for dinner for the rest of my natural life. Is that too much to ask?

I recently discovered that you can make butter by shaking whipping cream in a jar. The butter it makes is the most delicious I've ever tasted. I'm not kidding.

Scott and I are supposed to be seeing the Best Picture Oscar nominees but we just can't get it together. I'm having a crisis of conscience. I don't love these movies, I'd never ever watch them if I didn't have to so why am I bothering? And to top it off, this year I can't even watch the telecast live. Scott and I are going to a show that night and will only be able to watch the very end. Is this a sign that the end of this charade is nigh?

I joined a gym and I love it. Except that this morning I saw a band-aid in the shower. Yuck.

I love that new Justin Bieber song, Love Yourself. I'm learning to play it on the ukulele. It has only 3 notes but those notes are new to me and awkward to play. The strum is demanding and singing it is insidious. I love it.

These are the shoes I currently have on hold at the Fluevog store. They are called "Loyalist". So pretty...

My aunt is very sick. She is nearly 85 and had a lovely, long life. Nevertheless, it's still sad. 

The kids are well, Scott is fine... working hard, and of course, as usual, I'm snuffling away with tissues up my nose. Can't wait until the summer. I heard Saturday will have a high of -20C, -37C with the wind chill. If you need me, I'll be under a blanket with a hot water bottle and the remote.


Monday, February 1, 2016


Welcome to February. The first thing you are supposed to say on the first of any month is "rabbit". I don't know why. Luck or something? Look, when the thing you are supposed to do for luck is this easy like "rabbit" or knocking on wood, why wouldn't you do it? Moving on...

Today in school we were doing the calendar. Stickler that I am, I pronounced February the way it is spelled. "Feb-ru-ary". So am I in the wrong? Will my 3 year olds sound weird saying it that way or should I let it slide, letting them say "Feb-u-ary?"

Also, I'm aware that there's a "D" in Wednesday. I sometimes say it but more often than not, I don't. I'm a freak that way.