Bedtime Laughs

Blake just came downstairs with this sweet smile on his laugh, trying to stifle the laughter. He shared he and Shannon's last bit of bedtime conversation:


     Blake: Do you know why God gave you two eyes?
    
     Shannon: For peripheral vision.

     Blake: No, that’s why fish have two eyes, one on each side of their face. So why do you have two eyes?

     Shannon: I don’t know.

     Blake: So he could have just given us one eye, like a Cyclops?

     Shannon: What’s that?

     Blake: A one-eyed monster from The Odyssey.

     Shannon: That’s a minivan.

     Blake: No, that’s a story written in the 8th century by Homer.


     Shannon: He’s from The Simpsons.

     Blake: I need to get up and go tell Aunt about this right now.

     Shannon: pppppplease don’t tell her….

The Devil

I'm back people and with a vengence (and story to vent) this morning.

I believe I shared before that we kept the stray boy dog, whom we named Chess.

Chess was the angel when we were trying to find him a home. Never messed in the house, doesn't chew, sits sweetly in your lap, etc. I took him to the vet and declared him ours and he is my little devil.. .. EVERYday. Take this morning for example:

I'm fixing my coffee and thinking "Chess isn't in the kitchen with me, wonder what he's up to?" So I walk into the family room. There squats Chess, beneath the Christmas tree, taking a POO to leave as a gift!!!!

I yell at him, give him a little smack, and hurry him outside the back door. My plan was that he would resume position and I could then clip the leash on him, but no.

Chess walked out the door in shame and then went on to SPRINT throughout the neighborhood. He refuses to listen. I think he understands that I haven't had my shower yet, it's my day off to get things done, my glasses are on, my housecoat is tied tightly around and I don't want take this bad-looking self anywhere outside my back door.

Fast forward to when I meet a neighbor, whom I have never had contact with before, through our car windows. She informs me that my little brown dog is in her cul-de-sac. I turn the car around, zip to that part of the neighborhood, he's fraternizing with yet another unknown neighbor. My shameful self has to climb out of the car, looking a mess, to take the cowering Chess out from behind this man's legs. Excellent.

I tell the man, "I'm soooo sorry. You've just met the devil. Hope you have a nice day"

Chess is now cowering beneath the Christmas tree because every time he moves, I shout. OMG!

Wordless Wednesday

Summer Pickin'

(photo credit: Shutterstock)

It was decided late Saturday night that having a family outing for blueberry picking the following morning would merit a Sunday morning. Mom, Sarah, Shawna and I picked three delicious gallons whilst Shannon and T.J. ate their fair share..

The end of summer I believe is here and we had a good run for the last weekend. We picked up a dear friend, headed for the beautiful North Georiga mountains, enjoyed great food and time with family and celebrated Clayton's birthday!

And now we will be enjoying fresh blueberries for days to come.

Oh girls!

Friday is finally here! I'm sitting downstairs in my favorite chair (that Blake hates) with Lilah by my side. Chess, our stray dog that is still visiting, is sitting at my feet destroying a toy that Lilah has not played with since she received it for Christmas last year. And Shannon...

Shannon is not allowed to play her radio without closing the door. Blake just walked into the family room and asked me if her radio was up all the way... I'm so sure that it is. What's priceless though is hearing the foot rythm to her dancing her heart out. I love it.

I would join her just for laughs but I'm remembering my favorite quote from her this week after I had asked her to do something. What, I don't recall, but typically she would do the activity on her own:

Shannon: "uggghhh. Why do you always have to tell me to do things that I like to do?! It takes all the fun out of it!"

Oops :)

Wordless Wednesday

And we did.. for almost 2 hours.

Lilah's Look-Alike

Lilah Grace

Yancy/Max (the jury is still out)

Nap Time

Yancy/Max/Peanut/Little Boy wandered into our backyard last Thursday night. Shannon and I walked house to house and met many of our neighbors, trying to find his home. Well, you know you're not going to have any luck when more than one person asks, "Which dog is yours? I can't tell." And I politely answered: "THE ONE ON THE LEASH..." 

Well, for the meantime, the little guy is sleeping at night in our bathroom as we are trying not to become too attached. It's quite difficult though when he shares all the same mannerisms as Lilah.

Let me know if anyone ones to adopt him. Warning: we are screening applicants.