Puppy Love...

Just a little dose of Callie for the day!

I think she's getting a little big for her bed...wait a minute...that's our bed pillow!
We're trying to grow another Callie by planting her in a pot.

This is when I like her the best...tired!

You like me, you really like me!
I've been a blog-lurker for many a year now, and have known about the whole "tagging" thing for quite some time. No, we're not in South Compton (although this movie was pretty awesome!). This is just a get-to-know-you kinda thing. Since I'm new to this blogosphere, I figure it's a good way to get to know a few random things about your favorite new blogger on the block!

I almost cried happy tears when I saw I was tagged for the first time. Is this a sign I've made it in the blog world? Maybe! If not, whatever, don't kill my self esteem, thanks.
This "tag" was brought to you by the crazy cat-lady herself, Patty! She's truly terrific, a recent newlywed like me'self, and her blog is on my list of dailies! Go over and say hi!

Here are the tag rules:
1. Link to the person who tagged you
2. Post the rules on your blog
3. Write 6 random things about yourself
4. Tag 6 people at the end of your post and link to them
5. Let each person you have tagged know by leaving a comment on their blog
6. Let the tagger know when your entry is posted.Six Random Things About Me:

1. I have never been broken a bone or been admitted into the hospital. It's true-clumsy old me has managed to take near death falls, slips and trips while keeping the humerus, femur, carpals, etc. all in tact. As I type this, I'm most likely being admitted to the nearest Scripps due to a broken bone of some sort.

2. I am pretty anal about sleeping (I hope I don't get weird Google search hits because of that one sentence.) As in, I have OCD when it comes to sleeping, though I have it in absolutely no other part of my life.

Let's review, shall we?

A. Before I get into bed, the bed must be made, or at least resemble being made. As in, the pillows have to be "assigned" correctly (and I must have MY pillow and a "hugging" small pillow) and the sheets and comforter must be evenly distributed.

B. White noise-it's a must. Might be the dead of winter in Nome, Alaska, but I have to have my fan running. On Level 1. Any other level is too much, but no white noise drives me NUTS! But don't try and pretend that a TV, or talking in the next room is white noise. Trust me-it doesn't fly with me.

C. I have to "hug" something when I sleep. It's usually a small pillow, but sweatshirt, PJ's, or something I can ball up will do in a pinch.

D. If I have to wake up by an alarm clock, no matter what time, I have to hit the snooze button at least 4 times before I'm out of bed. I realize that I lose at least 12 min. of sleep getting up and falling back asleep 4+ times, however, I can't STOP! Poor R.

See? Random, and a bit obsessive!

3. I hate all seafood. Anything that lives in the water-count me out. Except my mom's crab puffs. And a good lobster bisque.

4. I also can't stand dill pickles. In fact, should they be touching my hamburger bun, since people think for some reason that its a brilliant idea to serve dill pickles with burgers, I will peel off any such part that has made contact with my bun. Or fry, or anything, really. Even the thought of the dill pickle makes me shudder....

5. I have 3 tattoos-but chances are you'll never see them. ;)

6. In discussing Callie's latest diagnosis with the parents, my mom just told me that they thought I had hip dysplasia as a baby, and even got me ex-rayed. Turns out I'm just uber-flexible. Random. Which reminds me of this lovely e-card:

So, now...who to tag...

1. Kimberley Michelle-I'm totally a lurker to her creative genius blog. If I was 10% as creative and as craft-ily ambitious as her, I'd be satisfied forever. She's got uber-style (uber is the word of the day.)

2. Kari, who's currently Running Through Life. She's taken on the awesome challenge of running a half marathon with the help of Leukemia and Lymphoma's Team in Training. Go tell her how kick asss she is for setting such a goal, and doing great at achieving it!

3. I just discovered this lovely blog, All Things G&D, and drooled for 3 hours straight over her amazing style. I'm currently obsessing over her bathroom stripes. It's like corn with a p for me.

4. Angela, of Angela's Antics. Her cupcakes alone are enough to start reading her blog-antics daily!

5. Heather. She's a newbie just like me. AND she love wine and food. 'Nufff said.

6.The Hazmatic Asthmatic is having a baby and she's naming it McLovin! Got to love it! Congrats to her!! My vote? Boy!

So...now I'm off to de-lurk to some of these blogs. Wish me luck!

Um...hi. I'M HERE! I'M RIGHT HERE! DON'T FORGET ABOUT ME! (waiving hands rapidly back and forth, all Tom Hanks from that one movie where he's stranded on an island and hooks up with Wilson, and the name is totally blanking on me but I really did like the movie I must admit.).

Yes, I'm still here. I've made the decision to come back to the blog world. I stopped because of several reasons, mainly being I had to get back to a thing called WORK! Oh yah, that thing that gives me a lovely check every other Friday and provides sustenance for the hubby and me. It just got busy, but luckily it's seasonal. Well, it hasn't totally slowed down yet, but it's around the corner, I can smell it. Ah, the smell of fall and winter. And the sounds of crickets chirping in my cubicle land. Luckily I do love my maze of cubicles, and that's a rare thing. And I don't really want to discuss the work on here, because since I do like it, I want to keep it. (And I apologize to my every English teacher I've ever had that I am starting sentences with the word "and".)

Another reason-I started this little blog as a "project" for myself, sort of a "test project" and part of my new years resolution. Let's face it-I've never been good with goals. Soccer when I was 11? Quit because I hated running. Softball? Was getting pretty darn good, which meant serious, which meant no time to be social at 13, which is oh-so-crucial to life. Quit that too. (I don't think my dad has forgiven me for that one.) Gymnastics? I quit because I was getting "curves" and those said "curves" and gymnastics are polar opposites and don't get along well. In fact, gymnastics often beats "curves" over the head until "curves" are reduced to a bloody pulp. (I will still always continue to have the dream to go to the Olympics, though. What? It could happen.) Tennis? Lasted for 1/2 a summer. Then slowly faded away to that place all half-assed interests go...

Reason 3? Because this was a test-project for me, I hadn't really told the hubby about it. I don't think he understands this blogging world, and I think talking to people on the Internet creeps him out. I met up with a the girls from The Nest a couple times, and he was totally sketched out. "You're going to meet up with people you've never met before? Huh. Be Careful!". As I expected, they were all serial killers that have been in and out of the psych ward a few times, have multiple personalities (hence all the people I was meeting), and strangely all went by the same name. You know, the you-sh. Actually, they were all beyond normal, nice, and drink beer, so what more could I ask for?
The hubby now understands this Internet thing isn't just for meeting "lonely people in your area-Call me now at 1-800-Imaslut" and such. I also hesitated to tell him about the blog, because I'm a little, I dunno, embarrassed or something. I don't think I ever told him about when I was younger, I would talk to myself, or narrate my day in "novel voice". Thinking that someday, I would write books for pre-teens who also enjoyed the Baby Sitters Club (I totally wanted to be Stacey) , Sweet Valley High, Judi Blume. Looking back, good thing I never followed through on that, because GAWD my books would have been boring. I'm falling asleep just thinking about them. But seriously, I've always been an avid reader and had some pretty kick arse English teachers throughout my edumacation that have encouraged my "voice on paper". See, I was born a blogger, I suppose.
I guess he's slowly starting to understand that? He's probably annoyed by my love of writing, because such love has created a monster when it comes to editing his paper; I tend to bust out the red marker (not that he's not a wonderful writer himself, I just love to pretend I know it all and a red pen makes me feel empowered.) As I go forward with this "baby" blog , (not in reference to an actual baby, but in reference to the fact that it has a while to grow), the hubby will now be referred to formally as "R". Since there are still creepy people on the Internet, so out of respect for his privacy, I hope you all are cool with that. Hence the happy banana. There's also something so charming about personifying a banana.

And lastly, reason numero cuatro, the child. Callie is a whole 5.6 months right now, and I'm proud to report she has only been to the emergency vet two times! So, after the vaccines series, the $50438 spay, the x-rays for her hips (more on that later), the bee sting, and the vomiting episodes, and one pulled baby tooth...the poor girl has used up her college fund. Per instructions of her father, R, we have broken the news to her that she will now be attending trade school after high school, as we can now longer afford even community college. We also gave her the military option as well, as she has a slight problem with authority and we figured a little boot camp might do her some good. I can see her in the Coast Guard personally-that girl has a mean doggie paddle! If we're lucky, she might get a scholarship, and who knows-maybe she'll be in the 2026 Olympics?

The big comeback...

I'm baaaaaaaaaaaccccccckkkkkk. Thanks to some encouraging lovely ladies...I'm making my comeback. Post more late-ah....

I've missed you (2) readers. I really have! Get ready...