Things that make my heart warm on a snowy snowy day

Hello Blogaritaville.

Contrary to popular belief (and probable hope by a few individuals), I am not dead.

My laptop has a nasty virus and other crap, but I will not tell you all about my problems. 

Instead, I would like to share some things that make me love life this 42nd January of mine.

1. My Christmas cactus is going to bloom after all this winter.  Hip hip hooray!

2.  Chase's awesome Asian dishes.
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Sure we do not get to eat until around 9 when he cooks, but it is worth the wait. trust me.

3. Sweet messages from my sweet husband.

4.  My heart wreath.

5. My heart dishes.

6.  This bundle of ridiculous love.

(next to my new cow pillow I bought at the FIRC for 75 cents. love that too).

7. My favorite yoga dog, demonstrating the downward dog.

Don't those Bilbo Baggin's feet crack you up?

I am sorry, but there is not a cuter thing on this planet.

Yes, even cuter than your kid.


Seriously. Look at this mug.

8. This cute oil painting I bought for $3 at the ARC.

So what if it is just fancy-ing up a shoe shelf?

9. Not to brag, but I bought this brand new Guess purse for $4 at the ARC as well.

10.  AND for the BIG HURRAH! The merci beau coup de gras  (just made that up) . . .

My new Kenneth Cole boots bought in an actual store that did not have the word "thrift" on the sign.

Alert the media, I bought something NOT PREVIOUSLY OWNED people.

Here is another angle. 

AND ONE MORE!!

THE END!

Passport to Winter

has it really been a whole week?

I have had a crazy busy week with work and holiday stuff. 

Anywayzzzzz, last week I decided to clean out the junk drawer in my closet room.

(btw I don't know why this post is centered but I am going with it.)

I thought I would share a recently recovered/discovered junk item from my clean out in my next few posts.

First up:

I found our passport photos from a few years ago. Apparently they mail the pictures back to you along with your passport.

I really like my hair that long. I chopped it off last December but I am growing it out again. When I am really old I plan on having waist length hair and wearing it in a big ol bun right on the top of my head. My great-grandmother Janie Moore wore her hair like that. She rocked it. I need to find a picture of her hair. Great grannies these days all seem to have short hair. Not my style.

I also found Chase's passport pic.  Chase is also known as El Rey. That means "the King" in Espanol.  That is what you call a kid who is an only child (but not to their face). His other Spanish nickname is cacahaute (said CA ca watt A) which means "peanut"-- because he is my little baby.

Just realized that he is exactly half my age. I am 42 and he is 21 so not exactly a baby. PS: I will spare you Matt's mugshot passport photo.

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In other news, holy crap! We have a TON of snow. Here is the BREAKING NEWS of the day. Chase went snowshoeing with me this morning. He never wants to go with me.  Matt had to work today so I was glad to have someone along to experience the beauty with me. YAY Chase!

In addition to two of our dogs, we took my brother's malamute Bear.

"hey chase, get out of my way"

 

"come on mom. hurry it up."

It was so peaceful. Can you believe this is right out my door?  Feeling lucky today.  Ask me again in May (when it will still be snowing). I am sure my tune will change by then : )

 I don't think Chase was hating plowing the driveway. What do you think?

PS: Is anyone watching the Dew Tour right now?  It is in my town. Turn it on and you can see how much snow we are getting.

Cheerio!

Sunday round these parts

Another weekend is winding down. I have a mofo of a stomach ache. When was the last time you had one of those? Too many tamales yesterday? I don't know? Masa gut sounds possible to me.

Matt and the big dogs went for a cross country ski this morning. Murphy was POed about that. His favorite thing in the whole entire world (besides getting belly kisses from his mama) is going on a walk. But unfortunately, his precious little dog self was bred to live south of the border not on tundra lane. Poor baby!

"ya'll suck"

(he is a Texas native. the other dogs say "you guys")

When they got back Murphy barked at Pistol and chased him around the house just to let him know that it wasn't fair. I did not chase Matt. But I did bark at him ; )

That is all.

I was invited to a kegger (and other weekend funnies)

Yes  I really was. Our next door neighbor Matt invited me and my Matt to come over for a kegger/bonfire bash he was hosting tonight. Hardee-har-har. Neighbor Matt's wife and two wee ones were out of town so he thought that a keg was in order. Naturally. I can't judge--I would prob. need a keg if I had two little kids at this age. I gotta say I am glad that I had my kid at 20 instead of 40 : ) Oh and we did not go because starting time happened to coincide with Matt's bedtime. ha.

In other important weekend news, in my brilliance I had the idea that I would dress my dogs up in Christmas outfits and send pictures of them out as Christmas cards. PS: Pretty please do not tell me that you are eco-friendly and don't enjoy getting Christmas cards because you love the Earth to pieces. I seriously got an email to that effect last year and thought that the sender was super lame-O. (that email was probably from someone with unphotogenic dogs/kids. Can't remember).

Anyway as you can probably imagine, things at the ole photoshoot did not go quite as I hoped.

Outtakes:

So maybe I will try again tomorrow : )

In other news I thought about making a pumpkin pie as a sort of Thanksgiving dry run. I was out of eggs. How did that happen? So I had to think of something else to make. Okay I didn't "have"to. But whatev.

I have to say if you whip together cream cheese and sweetened condensed milk, you cannot go wrong (esp. if you drizzle with dark chocolate).

PS: the crust was made with Pecan Sandies that I inexplicably had in my freezer. What am I, 87?  I guess the cookies were just hanging out waiting for the perfect eggless snowy day to come to my  rescue.

Purcey (?) Update

Just a quick little note to say that our newest family member is already settled in. Yesterday we took a quick walk over to the golf course. Normally, Murphy can't make it past the end of the driveway if it there is snow on the ground  but he was not going to be left behind with competition  Purcey in the picture. NO WAY. Murphy totally seemed to forget that he does not have a winter coat and only weighs 6 pounds.

The kids in the hood are already sledding!

Matt helped Murph out when his little paws got too cold. I know I need to buy him some little booties.
(Murph not Matt).

I just realized that I all I ever blog about is my dogs. Good thing they are not cats. How boring would that be?

By the way, right now it is snowing like crazy. I am totally ready to put up my Christmas tree. Am I crazy? I usually wait until Black Friday (I can't stand Christmas shopping crowds).

Would it be too much if I have a 10 foot tree up at Thanksgiving?

When do you start Christmas decorating?

An Early Christmas Present

On Thursday night we were eating dinner and the phone rings. I answer it and this guy "Bob" starts rattling off something about craigslist and a pomeranian and ???? I interrupted "I have no idea what you are talking about but I know who probably does. Hold on please," and then I handed Matt the phone.

There is something you need to know about mi esposo: for every minute that I spend in the thrift store, Matt spends on-line looking at dogs. He is always showing me this dog or that dog who needs a home or some other such story. So as it turns out, this lady in South Park posted an ad back on Oct. 19th  stating that she needed a home (that day) for her dog as she was moving and could not take the little fellow. Matt responded knowing that in a worst case scenario we could find the dog a home. So anyhow, the lady gave the dog to this guy Bob to foster and gave him our telephone number. And so three weeks later Bob called.

So as fate would have it, this morning we hit the road for Park County.

I was nervous all the way home wondering how Murphy was going to handle this turn of events. You know he is my tiny little love and the two of us are practically joined at the hip. So I had concerns in the jealousy  department. (Callie is a sweet thing and I knew she would not care at all).

Here is how it all went down:

Come on in, little fella.

 Callie gets a sniff.

Murph gets a sniff.

Matt gets a lick.

It is a race to see who can get in Matt's lap the first. 

Don't worry boys.

There is plenty of love to go around.

The neighbors are checking out the new kid on the block.

(who has plenty of fur for the snowy winter ahead)

Any open lap is a target.

Murph is contemplating how he feels about another dog sitting on his momma's lap.

Love his adorable little snaggle tooth.

Hi new family. 

I am home.

Just in time for the Holidays!

As I am typing this both little 4 year olds are wrestling around.  Our new baby goes by the name "Purcey" but we have not 100% decided on keeping that name as is sounds a lot like "Murphy." BUT -- then again I don't know how I feel about changing a dog's name that he has had for 4 years.What do you think???

We are very excited and think he is going to be a great fit for our family.  You know what they say about Summit County Colorado? To be a true local, you have to have more dogs living in your house than people.


We are working on it.


PS:

We don't really know too much about the little guy, but he is a love.  Bob thinks that Purcey may have had some kind of procedure done in the past because he doesn't bark-- but he did not really know. The good news is that he is nuetered and all his shots are up to date (and he did not cost us a penny other than the gas money we spent to go pick him up).

PPS:

We already love him to pieces even though we have only had him a few hours.