Only in my world!

Well, I need to start from the beginning... We have this lovely English Pointer, Daisy. And she has more energy then any of us knows what to do with. Therefore she needs exercise and more than a little walk. So Darling Husband came up with this ingenious idea to have Daisy run next to the car as he drives 10-15 miles an hour. The first time he tried this it worked well. She was much more subdued and calm. Although I had my reservations about making a poor dog run 15 miles an hour, we thought we had come up with the solution.

Last night Darling Husband decides to give it another go. He loads Daisy up in the car and drives down the road to an area where there aren't houses or traffic. As she is running she starts to slow down. DH continues to push her thinking she is just being a butt head. But once he got home he realized what he had done. Her poor pads were bleeding. This morning as she wouldn't walk because it hurt so bad, the guilt set in. Had he only known what this would do, he wouldn't have done it. So Daisy got the star treatment and was left on the back deck with a blanket instead of the cemented dog run.

Out the door I go this morning headed to work. I walk up to my car door and what is smeared all down the side of it, but BLOOD! Lovely. I open the car door and inside what is everywhere on the upholstery? Lots of bloody dog prints. Lovely. After a phone call to DH discussing the frustration of blood all over on the inside of my car... I continue my journey down the freeway.

I was about 10 minutes from work when out of the corner of my eye, I see fire. I see fire in the lap of the man driving the car next to me; a second look and it wasn't there anymore. NOW, I'm not going crazy...this isn't the first time this baffling mystery had happened to me. I had seen this about a year or two ago. Same car, same driver. When it happened back then I followed that car to see the fire come and disappear a few times, only with the driver not flinching at all. I'm pretty sure this guy is a prankster. So this morning once again I want to figure this thing out. So with the driver in front of me I decided I wanted to get up next to him on the side... So I speed up a little (not too much as I'm in a construction zone) to be able to change lanes to the right of me. As I'm doing so what do I see but I different kind of Light... those red and blue ones in my rear view mirror.

I had been pulled over for following the car in front of me too closely. As he is explaining how he used his laser to measure the distance between my car and the car in front of me he notices... the BLOOD!




"Ma'am? Are you Okay?" In my head I'm thinking "wow, how am I going to explain this with out making DH look like a total animal abuser? or better yet with out him assuming I've killed somebody in my car and there might be a body in my trunk." I did my best but he still had his reservations that required him to ask one more time "Are you sure?" I responded with a positive yes. So back he goes to write my ticket.... YAY me!

Wait for it... it get's better

After what seemed like forever Office comes back. "Ma'am don't be alarmed. Some prankster on his cell phone called in and said the car I pulled over contained a man who jumped out and pointed a gun at me. So there might be a bunch of cars come sliding in here, but I've called them off." WOW.

So let's just think this through... Let's think about a possible scenario. Here I am driving along, getting pulled over, Blood ALL over in and on my car, possibly carrying a gun with which I am going to pull out and point at an officer. I'm face planted in the cement with my hands behind my back and cuffs around my wrist, trying to talk my way out of a misunderstanding.

LOVELY!

And after all of that... I still got the ticket.

Quadromom/dad

You know when you have a family that has like 10 kids they can't afford and you find out they are pregnant again? And you roll your eyes and say "They are pregnant AGAIN??"

Well that's us... only with dogs. We are like quadrodoggymom and quadrodoggydad. Because yes, we are getting another dog! (this will make four ......hence the quad... sorry I'm erring on the side of stupidity)

You see there is a good reason. ( well other than the fact that we are dog loving freaks and will most likely end up with a dozen dogs one day...either that or we have got to have another baby! why is it so much easier to take the leap and get another dog than it is to have another child? ) Lucy, as much as we love her, is slowing down. She only has probably 1 or maybe 2 hunting seasons left. She made this very apparent the other day when there were ducks in the next door neighbors back yard and she didn't even see them. Mike had to physically point her head towards the ducks to get her to realize it. Then off she went when they had already saw her! Mike swears she is the best hunting dog ever and he feels she needs to train another dog and/or have one trained before she dies(we are totally dreading that idea). Therefore with most pups needing to be a year old to really hunt that puts us in a time crunch. Oh and if your wondering; Daisy is a pointer and she wouldn't retrieve if her life depended on it. If you could get her to put a duck in her mouth she would just run around with it in circles until she ran out of energy... which would be never.

We have found what we believe will not only be an excellent hunter but also a wonderful addition to our family. SHE will be a Chesapeake Bay Retriever/Chocolate Lab mix. They are only a week old so we have to wait 5 more weeks for her to come home. We haven't gone to pick her out yet so I don't have a specific picture. We are very excited. I KNOW we are crazy dog people (instead of crazy cat lady; you know...ha ha- once again erring on the side of stupidity)

Moley moley moley

Can you spot the bad mole?

I was SO luckily born with a massive amount of moles. I like to call them chocolate chips. Or even my transportable dot to dot game. The following describes me to a T.-

FAMMM syndrome

An inherited condition marked by the following: (1) one or more first- or second-degree relatives (parent, sibling, child, grandparent, grandchild, aunt, or uncle) with malignant melanoma; (2) many moles, some of which are atypical (asymmetrical, raised, and/or different shades of tan, brown, black, or red) and often of different sizes; and (3) moles that have specific features when examined under a microscope. FAMMM syndrome increases the risk of melanoma and may increase the risk of pancreatic cancer. Also called familial atypical multiple mole melanoma syndrome.

Well with all of the odds stacked against me I guess I better watch out what I do to my skin. As a teenager as I would spend hours in the tanning bed I would just tell myself "oh they will have a cure by the time I get old enough to get cancer". Well guess what people I'm old enough and NO cure. After removing 17 moles I've already had numerous "Atypical Nevus" one of which was severe, meaning 1 step away from melanoma.

So it is my personal duty to inform others of the importance of taking care of our skin. YES I know that beautiful glow of a nice dark tan can make you feel great and feel skinny, but it isn't worth it.

AVOID TOO MUCH SUN
WEAR PROTECTIVE CLOTHING
AVOID THE SUN FROM 10-2
WATCH SUSPICIOUS MOLES
GET SCREENINGS IF YOU HAVE MOLES

WEAR SUNSCREEN!!!

A wild weekend!

Mommy Daughter Pedi's!

ROCKSTAR!!!

While getting our pedi's Michaella was looking through the hair style books. She decided she wanted to have a colored stripe and she wanted to style her hair. She had some pretty crazy cutting ideas but I went ahead and got some temp hair stuff and then 3 barrel curled her hair. This girl was in heaven.

A WET Easter egg hunt!

Saturday morning we got up and went to an Easter egg hunt. We would have been much better suited had it been in the afternoon because of course the sun came out then. OH well in the end all the wet was worth it because it was fun for Michaella

Easter

POP ROCKS!!

My Little Winston Loverboy

It WAS exactly a day in the park.

Today was SUCH a beautiful day. I couldn't ask for better weather. I wanted so badly to do something outside. And Olivia and her family asked if Michaella wanted to go to the park and feed the ducks so I tagged along. The girls had so much fun. The ducks didn't really care much to be fed. It isn't anything like Layton park where the ducks maul you as soon as they see a bread sack.

So we spent the majority of the time on the toys. But seriously isn't that what a park is all about on a beautiful perfect Sunday?

Our Day with Logen

My Coworker's son Logen came and stayed with us Saturday while she went to Jackpot, NV. We really had a great time.

We got out the sidewalk chalk. Mike will probably freakout about having a dirty sidewalk... but who cares! It is too much fun. Logen LOVED the dogs. When one of them wasn't around he would always want me to go get them. He really wanted one to sleep in bed with him but it just didn't work out. They are too used to sleeping with us.


It was such a beautiful day. It was warm enough that Michaella and Logen were able to have a little bit of a water fight outside.

Michaella was so glad to have someone to play with! Poor child has to entertain herself most of the time, and I'm sorry I don't really want to play Dora Candyland all the time. And the odd thing is, Michaella has a knack of winning every single time. No wonder she loves to play it.
Logen asked Mike to show him some stars with his telescope. Michael was so nice and patient and he showed them Saturn and the Moon. Logen really loved it.


Bed time and brushing teeth. Two sinks came in very handy.
We had puffy french toast for breakfast. I had two very helpful kids.
We really had a great time. I suffered slightly. Boys are a little different than girls if you haven't noticed. So it was rough housing instead of playing house. But in the end it was all good! (and quiet) :)