The reason a dog has so many friends is that he wags his tail instead of his tongue. ~ Author Unknown

I spent another day at the local city animal shelter yesterday.  Here are the babies I got to work with:


Why hello there!  My name’s Theo!  I might look a little funny in my photo because the wonderful staff here had to shave my fur off because it was so matted.  If you’re looking for a great family dog then I’m your man!  I’m a good size for small children and I have enough energy to keep up with them!  I need a good walk every day with my family and will need regular grooming (approximately every 6-8 weeks).  I’m a sweet boy with a lovely personality.  Please come see me today and take me on a sleepover!!!


If you’re looking for a mild mannered girl then look no further!  When all the other dogs are bark-bark-barking I’m standing calmly at my door waiting for someone to come by and give me some lovin!  I’m a very powerful girl and it will take a strong arm to walk me.  I haven’t quite figured out how to heel yet but that’s mostly because I want to RUN.  I’d make a GREAT jogging partner!  Please come see me today and take me on a sleepover (and a morning jog!). 


Hi friends!  My name is Geronimo and I am one super happy dog.  Even when we’re on a walk my tail just wags and wags and wags.  Nothing gets me down!  A guy named Max Eastman who wrote Enjoyment of Laughter said ‘Dogs laugh, but they laugh with their tails.’  We’re pretty sure he might have been talking about me!!!  I’m very receptive to the concept of ‘heel’ and with repetitive training from my human I’ll have this down in no time!  I’d love to go for a long walk or jog with you every day.  I’m good with other dogs too!  Please come see me today! 


Howdy howdy howdy!  My name is Buck and I’m definitely your typical Labrador.  I’m sweet as can be but full of energy and spunk!  I definitely need a jogging partner or acres of room to run!  I LOVE to play fetch with a ball or Frisbee although sometimes I prefer the game of Keep Away because it’s just funny!  I would do best with older children ages 12 and up because even though I’m fully grown I still play like a puppy which means I use my mouth in play a lot.  It’s all in good fun but sometimes I forget how big I am!  If you’re looking for a good ‘ol boy then come see me today! 

I came home bruised, battered, and exhausted but it was totally worth it.

Gardening requires lots of water – most of it in the form of perspiration. ~ Lou Erickson

After getting pampered for a little while on Saturday the hubs and I spent the rest of the day scouring Home Depot, Lowes, and Cornelius Nursery for the various items we needed to complete a landscaping project around our house.  Remember back in September of last year when I posted about removing some dangerous metal edging around one of our beds (as well as the weeds)?   Well, we also added about 10 bags of mulch to that bed in an attempt to keep the weeds from growing.  Good news:  we blocked the weeds.  Bad news:  we killed the tree.  The theory is that with the ridiculously hot summer plus the drought the tree was probably barely hanging on anyways… then we added 10 bags of heat-insulating mulch and essentially fried the roots.  Whoops.  Good thing is I hated the tree anyways.  Anywho, this weekend we decided it was time to rip that sucker out and replace it with a new tree and add some flowers to the bed underneath it.  Personally, I would have rather planted a creeping groundcover (less maintenance) but the hubs wanted annual flowers.  Considering the sunburn he got while planting them makes me wonder if he’s reevaluating that decision.  Nonetheless, we now have a pretty new tree and flowers.  Go us.  Let’s hope we don’t kill them this time. 

Dead tree but weed-free bed

Tree amputation

Pretty new tree (it’s called a Plum, Cherry ‘Krauter Vesuvius’ tree – it keeps those pretty dark red/maroon/plum colored leaves throughout the year and has delicate pink and white flowers in the spring)

Cute little annual flowers (we planted two yellow and orange varieties of marigolds, purple petunias, and super-bright-hot-pink-nearly-red celosia)

All together now

Before and after


Side note:  the hubs got severely sunburned because he didn’t put on sunscreen but make no mistake… I was out there sweating my butt off and covered in dirt right alongside him.

Review: Shellac Manicure

So a couple of weeks ago I posted about my first experience getting a shellac manicure.  Well, this weekend I reached my three-week point in which I always go to get a new pedicure.  So, that means it was time to evaluate how the manicure lasted over that three-week period.  I have to say, I’m disappointed.  The manicure didn’t chip but maaaaan did my nails seriously grow out.  Granted because I chose a very light neutral color you couldn’t really tell unless you were actually looking but I could tell.  In fact, it drove me crazy.  After about a week I wanted to take the shellac off.  I resisted though, for the sake of this blog if nothing else.  Although, as you can see, one nail didn’t make it.  Several of them started to peel around the edges by about the second week and I started picking at them and this one just ripped entirely off.  So, will I do this again?  For a special occasion, yes.  For regular ‘weekly wear,’ no.  It doesn’t hold up to the three-week test unfortunately. 

Funny story:  so years ago I drug the hubs out with me to get a pedicure.  Naturally like most men he bitched and moaned the whole way there but once we got there and he sat his butt in the massage chair and they started working on him he fell asleep.  Several times since then I’ve mentioned that I’m going to get a pedicure and he’ll ask if he can come too.  I LOVE the place I go to get my pedicures.  It’s out of the way but I still drive out there because they do a great job.  They know the three of us (me, hubs & mom) by name and always ask about our lives.  We talk about their babies (two girls just had kiddos) and just chit chat the whole time.  They also do an amazing job and are very gentle and CLEAN.  Anywho, usually the hubs gets a manicure instead of a pedicure because with the job he has his hands get brutalized every day and his cuticles split and it’s all very painful.  So, if he gets regular manicures, it helps with all that.  This week however he went with me to get a pedicure.  I honestly can’t remember the last time he got one but apparently it was a while ago because the girl doing his feet was giving him a hard time and teasing him about the state his feet were in.  Honestly, they were pretty freaking bad.  They’re all nice and soft now though.  Guess we’re going to have to add hubby pedicures back into the budget.

“Anybody who doesn’t think that the best hamburger place in the world is in his home town is a sissy.” ~ Calvin Trillin

So after the portrait session  the hubs and I went to dinner at Smash Burger with my friend D and her husband.  It was great to get to see them and spend some one on one time with them which I don’t think we’ve done since sometime in the fall of last year.  Pretty sad when you figure we live only about thirty minutes apart.  Then again, her husband does travel for work a lot, so I’m just going to blame it on him!  (kidding)

Anywho, so has anyone ever been to Smash Burger and tried their Spicy Baja Burger?  That’s the  hubs’ favorite of favorite burgers.  It’s a burger (obviously) with pepper jack cheese, guacamole, lettuce, tomato, onion, spicy chipotle mayo and fresh jalapenos on a spicy chipotle bun.  The hubs says it’s AMAZING.  The very first time we went to SB he raved and raved and raved about that burger for DAYS!  (totally not kidding about this – food is totally the way to my hunny’s heart)  Weeks later we decided to have burgers at home and I decided to surprise him with a homemade version of the SB Spicy Baja Burger.  Basically everything I needed was easy to find… except the chipotle mayo.  So, I went on the hunt for the best recipe I could find.  Here’s what I found (I have no clue who as to the source of the recipe, if you know, please let me know so I can give them credit).

Chipotle Mayonaisse


  • 1 cup mayonnaise (the hubs likes Helman’s but anything works)
  • 2 chipotles in adobo sauce
  • 1 Tablespoon adobo sauce
  • ½ lime, juice
  • Salt and black pepper


  • Add all ingredients to a food processor and puree.   Season, to taste, with salt and pepper.

The hubs LOVED it and it kept well in an air tight jar for quite a while (several weeks).  I also used it with some grilled chicken wraps that I packed for his lunch.  It makes a tasty added zing for lots of things (haha, that rhymed). 


A good snapshot stops a moment from running away. ~ Eudora Welty

I don’t know about you guys but it was one seriously exhausting weekend.  The hubs and I were go-go-going all weekend long and surprisingly not a single moment of it was Easter related.  In fact, this is the first time (with the exception of two years ago when I spent Easter in the ER) that we haven’t done the ‘standard’ Easter celebration with church and lunch and all the ‘norm.’  Honestly, I missed it.  However, I am super happy with all that we got accomplished this weekend!

My weekend started out with my friend ‘A’ and her husband who came over and did me a HUGE favor… they took some pictures of my baby!  Now, I can’t reveal everything yet because I have big plans but in involved this…


And this…


Hope everyone had a fabulous Easter!  Can’t wait to share more about our crazy weekend in tomorrow’s post!

The heartbeat at my feet

I read something today where someone referred to their dog this way… as ‘the heartbeat at my feet.’  I thought that was so cute.  Remember the other day when I said I had to get better at taking pictures?  Well something happened last night that I totally wish I had on video tape but it happened so fast that even if I’d had one I wouldn’t have been able to catch it. 

Like most dogs, our sweet pup dreams in her sleep.  We’re used to her rabbit chasing and sleep-barks and as she’s gotten older… snoring.  Last night she was curled up on her bed in the living room while we were watching The Voice.  She was doing her rabbit chasing thing when all of a sudden, her tail started wagging.  I mean, we’re talking full on THWAP, THWAP, THWAP! not just a little twitch of the tail.  We all noticed it about the same time and our reaction was all the same – stupid happy grins, giggles, and tears in our eyes.  How awesome is it that I have a dog who is so happy that she wags her tail in her sleep?  I think I’m the happiest pet mama ever right now.

I think housework is the reason most women go to the office. ~ Heloise Cruse

I’ve got to get better about taking pictures.  I would’ve had a really nifty before and after photo session for you if I’d thought about it.  You see, after two months of working two jobs my office became a dumping ground for just about everything.  There were piles of paperwork that needed to be filed, paperwork that needed to be completed (i.e. my taxes), garage sale stuff we purchased over the last few months, a ridiculous amount of books, magazines, and videos/dvds, and various other odds and ends.  It honestly looked like a tornado had come through. 

not the actual 'before' photo - just an approximation of what it felt like!
(not the actual ‘before’ photo – just an approximation of what it felt like!)

Sunday though, I tackled the destruction and found out that underneath all that crap I actually had a couch, a desk, and even carpet!  Who knew?  One thing became glaringly obvious though… we love books and movies.  In fact, we have four bookshelves and three drawer units that are filled to overflowing with them.  This is definitely something we’re going to have to keep in mind when we eventually buy a house.  I see built-ins in our future.

How can I control my life when I can’t control my hair? ~ Author Unknown

Way back when I started this blog I posted about getting a perm in order to control and simplify the craziness that is my sorta-kinda-not-really curly hair.  Well, it worked.  My hair is much simpler to maintain now that it’s permed.  Of course, I still can’t seem to find the ‘want to’ to actually do anything with it in the morning besides put it up in a bun so I’m not sure that my goal was actually achieved.  I just keep praying that I’ll find the conviction someday to actually care what I look like when I go out in public.  I just haven’t gotten there yet.

On another hair note… I have come to the realization recently that nearly every female I know colors her hair.  I used to color mine.  In fact, for YEARS I went to this amazing colorist and had my hair colored like clockwork every six weeks.  I never did have it colored the same way twice though.  Long and dark, short and really blond, light brown with bright red highlights… you name it, my hair has probably been that color.  A few years ago though I decided that 1, I really like my natural hair color and 2, it’s freaking expensive to have your hair dyed professionally.  So, I stopped dyeing my hair.  In truth, I’ve been really happy with my hair color since then. 

This weekend, however, I took a huge blow to my ego and now it seems I’m going to have to start dyeing my hair again.  I woke up Sunday morning to find the hubs outside working on his truck.  I went out to say good morning and we’re in mid-conversation when suddenly he grabs my chin and turns my head sideways and announces ‘you have GREY HAIR!’  Naturally I denied this and told him it was probably blond hairs that he was seeing (I have a lot of natural blond and red highlights in my hair).  His response was to grab a pair of wire cutters off his truck and cut off one of the offending pieces of hair.  Well I’ll be damned.  It is a grey hair.  Honestly I was kind of in shock and all I could think was ‘crap.’  Genetically speaking, I’m pretty lucky that’s it’s taken me this long to start going grey.  One of my aunts started getting really really grey around the age of 18.  I’ve got ten years on her and it’s just now starting.  Still, no one wants to go grey (except my husband who for some reason is looking forward to it).  I’d much rather be going grey rather than losing my hair though… so I guess that’s something.  But still… it’s official.  I have GREY HAIR (I totally blame the husband for this by the way).  There’s no going back now.  It’s not like I’m going to get any less grey as time goes on.  Ugh.  I guess I better go see if my old colorist is still working in Houston. 

How about the rest of you?  Anyone else age thirty years in a matter of minutes?