March 10th, 2012

Today was birthday day! Well, really it was an excuse to drink wine at lunch and get out of the house.

So, of course we took a picture. I think this is my new fav.

We spent the day in downtown Ansbach, getting lunch and walking around. Then we went to the bazaar on-post and got some German goodies.

It was a good birthday day.

March 8th & 9th, 2012

Last night, March 8th, my brain decided it would be a great idea to start worrying about, well, everything. I know what you're thinking, midnight is the perfect time to start fixating on problems. Everything is very rational at midnight, you're thinking clearly, not tired....

Basically it led to this:

Tylenol PM. 'Nough said.

Today! We cleaned Barnacle's ears.

For the past few days, Barnacle has been scratching his ears a lot. When he scratches them, it sounds like a sail on a sailboat flapping in the wind. Today he was going to town scratching, so we gave up and cleaned his ears.

And he kept giving Ski bedroom eyes the whole time.

March 7th, 2012

Bonus picture day!

Number one! I'm showing off my Awesome birthday present from my sister, Emily.

I am Very Carefully drinking wine out of one of my beautiful new wine glasses.

In the past few years I have become a big wine lover. I pretty much don't drink any other kind of alcohol anymore, preferring to be classy with my white wine. (Red wine gives me headaches) I haven't progressed to box wine yet, and hope to never go there. But, I do love me some wine.

Bonus picture! I got my hair cut today!

I get a bunch of inches of bad energy cut off. Only women will really understand how cathartic a good haircut is, but honestly, I felt like I was cutting off a lot of anger and sobbing fits.

Anyway, I love it, and surprisingly my husband loves it, too. Surprising because my husband loves long hair, but I had him clarify: too short would be Above my shoulders. Unh! *facepalm*

March 6th, 2012

Today, I got emailed an AWESOME picture.

This is my husband. This is the only picture I've seen of him as a baby - well, a toddler. He's two in this picture.

I know that no one will love this picture as much as I do, but seriously, I LOVE it. From the Billy Idol hair to the chubby cheeks to the button nose, I can't get enough, and now I want so many pictures of him as a kid.

I don't know what it is about me and pictures; clearly I love them. I mean, I've done three years of Project 365s. In this instance, I just love seeing how he looks the same and how he looks different. Plus, it's nice to have an idea of what our kids might look like.

Ah, it's so cute!

March 3rd - 5th, 2012

Today's post is all about Bootstrap. But, what else is new?

So, on the 3rd, he was being cute.

See? When he's sleeping he's cute. When he's awake he's frequently running around the house like a damn freak.

On the 4th, there's an example of Bootstrap's assery.

Basically, Bootstrap likes to sit in the tub and knock shit off all the ledges. He has also knocked razors off the bathtub and onto the floor, so that Barnacle can find them later and chew them up, but thankfully not swallow them. See also: reasons I need a shower organizer.

Finally, the 5th is all about Barnacle's jealousy.

Bootstrap sometimes decides he needs to snuggle on my lap, and then Barnacle decides to pout. I swear, these animals are seriously like children, except if I put either in a stroller I would definitely be the crazy pet lady.

Even more than I already am.

March 3rd, 2012

Today I came to the abrupt realization of: who needs kids when I have a dog who does this!

I heard Barnacle romping around, making a bunch of noise, and I just knew he was up to no good. So, I walked over and found the dog. Doing this.

Of course my first reaction was to this was "God Damn it." My next reaction was to take a picture of the ridiculous animal. Then, I cleaned up all the ripped up, slobbery toilet paper that was scattered all over the room.

Having pets is fun.

February 28th - March 1st, 2012

It appears my life is run by my pets, for it's the theme of this post.

On the 28th, I swear I did not set this cat picture up.

I do admit that I put the box on the floor for the sole purpose of letting the cat play. The fact that he put himself into this cute/creepy position was totally his decision.

On the 29th I had a horrifying experience. My 100 pound dog decided he would take me for a joyride down the stairs.

This is the only bruise I can show you. The bruise on my ass is PRICELESS.

Basically, my dog - with choke collar - sensed that another person was in the vicinity, and took off down the stairs to get to that person, causing me to slide on my back and ass down concrete stairs. The elbow bruise is a bone bruise, and it hurts like hell. Whenever I accidentally knock it pain radiates throughout my arm.

But, my ass bruise is more colorful. However, I don't think I should share that with all of the internet.

Finally, today, I gave the stair dragging d-bag a playdate.

Wherein, he acted like a dork and played tug of war with a stick.

The good part is that I hung out with someone I really like, the dogs ran themselves completely out and Barnacle was tired for the rest of the day.

It's a win-win, really.