the dog he never wanted

Remember the post when I talked about giving up the 20 year dream of a pot-belly pig for my dog Molly. Well, about a month ago I was able to head home and bring Molly with me. It was the first time Drew was able to meet Molly. What had happened was...
Let me explain Drew and his experience with animals. Drew did not grow up with any sort of animals. Our first dog, I got when I was dating my husband and took his opinion (absolutely no dog) very lightly. We were JUST dating and although it was in the back of my mind that he would be my husband someday. I was not SURE, so I got makenzie our lab/basset hound mix. Which after time, Drew soon fell in love with her.
For those of you that know me, I AM one of those WEIRD dog people. Not really weird, I dont refer to her as my "fur" kid or anything, but I love her just the same. The newest addition Molly is a super super sweet boxer mix and you all know I fell in love immediately, hence the begging and pinky swears that took place with my most loving husband. Drew had claimed he wasn't sure if he had room to include her in our lives and that she might be ignored, in order to make sure makenzie our first dog doesn't feel slighted. yeah yeah Drew right....
Drew has rules about dogs on furniture (especially our bed) the rule is NO DOGS. I will say I agree, but I am not a very good disciplinarian when it comes down to it.

Anyways, the one evening i came upstairs to find my husband with our newest dog Molly...


Yes, there he is snuggling with her, in bed! What happened to the NO DOG rule?? huh??
Of course a few weeks later we went kayaking with my cousins, and Drew wanted Molly on his kayak the whole time, so they could bond.


So, I guess Drews love IS big enough for two dogs. I have a feeling I may be able to convince him otherwise on the pot-belly pig issue, what do you think??

Skinny jeans

Have you noticed the boy’s now-a-days wear “skinny Jeans”, it is the strangest thing…. They went from wearing baggy jeans to stay in style to now wearing tight pants like the girls. I am not for or against this; I am not sure where I sit on this style. I mean which is worse; pants so tight you can see everything or pants so loose you can well- see everything? Both my little brothers for a while caught onto this style. It was weird at Christmas, when my youngest brother was wearing the same jean size as me and our gifts were mixed up. I am just glad he didn’t get the same pink sweater that I received from “Santa”. That would have been realllll awkward huh?  The most hysterical part about the skinny jean thing is when my youngest sister, who is the middle child, says to my sister and I that she was so happy when we moved out because no one would borrow her clothes anymore.  And in walks my youngest brother, wearing HER jeans.

less likely to scream like girls

This one is about a movie or I should say a movie theater. Not just any movie but the 3rd movie of the twilight series, I will admit I am an avid fan of the twilight series. I think it has something to do with fitting in with the current group of ladies that I hang with, no not pre-pubescent teenagers (wouldn’t that be awkward?). They are all my age, and just as into the silliness as I am. I had never gotten into any of the Harry Potter or Lord of the Rings, but twilight, yep. I am what teenagers call “Team Jacob”, what can I say I like animals? Who doesn’t like werewolves with no shirts? Although Edward is tempting with his pale skin and bony “I survived a 40 day fast” look, his cold heart turns me away. I would NOT be admitting this if it did not lead to an extremely amusing story. But it DOES…. What had happened was…

I drove with a few friends to the local movie theater with the intention of seeing Predator. Yeah, I was going to waste 9 dollars on a “B” movie, awesome. I head up to the counter and it’s sold out!! No worries on my part, I had plan B, go see Eclipse the 3rd movie in the twilight series. I stroll to my movie with one of my friends wife as we giggle furiously entering the theater. There is only ONE way to watch any twilight movie and that is to pretend you are back in the 8th grade swooning over each and every character. And all swooning involves giggling and covering your eyes at “inappropriate” parts. And of course screaming each and every time your favorite character comes on the screen with dramatic background music playing. And in this movie it happens about every 6 minutes. That’s a whole bunch in 2 hour and 4 minute movie. So in true twilight mania fashion I screamed whenever Jacob was on, yes, yes, I know your thinking I represent everything cool in America. I assure you, I do.

In one scene in particular, Jacob was looking extra stud-muffinish in his cut off jean shorts and of course no shirt, werewolves I guess don’t wear shirts. Something about the money it cost to repair them each time they turn from human form to werewolf, the shirt rips? Who knows? All the girls start screaming (me included), the scene ends… and none of the girls about 15 rows behind me stop screaming. They continue, and then the boys sitting next to them start screaming?? I being the “not nosy at all person” turn around and look to see a wave of people getting up and standing on their chairs. I mean, the scene was good, but not that good? Then the next row starts getting up and screaming, there were dads chaperoning their children standing on their seats and screaming. After about 3 minutes of this wave action and high-pitched commotion, logic says that I should include myself in this fun. I was just getting ready to position myself on the chair and start screaming. I place my foot down, just in time to see a mouse round the corner of my row and start scurrying towards me. It dawned on me; this was the culprit that was causing such uproar! To me it was no big deal… and by no big deal I grabbed my purse, popcorn and soda, and I stood on my chair and screamed until the mouse was past my location. I also put in a few extra piercing garbled noises for good measure, in case it thought it was a good idea to come back to my row. I continued the rest of the movie with my feet up and all belongings in my lap, the mouse never returned. I am fairly certain it was due to the EXTRA noises I made during his (the mouse’) first popcorn run of the twilight movie.

I have a feeling that mouse learned his lesson interrupting a twilight movie,I bet next time he picks the movie predator... those guys are less likely to scream like girls.