I could write a book.

Which is why I started a blog.

I thought this would be an easier, cheaper way to publish my thoughts and share the crazy stories that I find myself telling friends and family. Like the one that happened today...


It's 5:00 a.m. in the morning and the sun is creeping in over the....wait. No it's not.

It's 5:00 a.m. in the morning and it's PITCH BLACK outside. (So why in the world and I awake? Other than to come up with a quick excuse of why I'm not already at the gym. Oh right, I have an event for work this morning...I need to look nice....can't get all dolled up at the gym. That sounds good enough. Ok, back to sleep.)

Can't go to sleep. I toss. I turn. I got nothin'. Then it hit me like a ton of bricks. The whole reason I woke up in the first place. The smell of gasoline.

Once I realize what the smell is I begin to freak out. I start to picture one of those bad action movie scenes where the villain lights a match and the whole building blows up...leaving nothing behind but the family photo album--which then reminds me that I need to upload my pictures and actually have a photo album printed. Sorry, I digress. Back to the smell.

I shuffle into the kitchen, open the back door and am flooded with the smell of gasoline. I don't even know where our gas cans are--but I do know that my husband probably used them, so I thought I'd check with him.

I waited the appropriate time (20 minutes) after he woke up and his morning Spark kicked in to approach him about the smell. Our conversation went a little something like this:

N: "Do you smell that?"

K: "Yeah."

N: "What is it?"

K: "Gasoline."

N: "Um ya, I know that much, but why is it so strong? And why is it in the house? Did you spill some on your clothes when you were working in the garage? Did you spill some just to smell the gasoline (he's been known to do this before)? Do you have some on your shoe? Why on earth is it in my HOUSE and infiltrating my kitchen like an army?"

K: Blank stare.

N: Inquisitive look.

K: "I'll go check it out."

N: "Ok, great! Right now?"

K: "No. Later."

N: "Seriously?! That smell just isn't going to go away."

K: "I'm kidding." (Opens door to garage to investigate the problem.)

While I'm in the bedroom getting ready Kelly comes in with a full report....there was a leak in one of the cans and it is now soaked into the wood shelves in the garage....he's tried to clean it up and now we just have to wait for the smell to go away. Fan-tastic!

Happy Monday, right?!

It's Official. I'm a Gleek!

I absolutely, positively, cannot wait for the season premier of Glee tonight! I've been waiting for this day my whole life!! Ok, not really, but I've been waiting on it a while, and I'm so glad it's finally here! I watched all the episodes of Glee back to back when I went to California earlier this year, and from the very first scene, I was hooked. If you haven't see it yet, tonight is your night to check it out!!

Blog Giveaway

Well, I have yet to do my own blog giveaway, but there are definitely blog giveaways going on out there! Head on over to Smart and Sassy with Sprinkles to sign up for her "Little Travel Jewelry Box" giveaway...but you'd better hurry--it ends on April 7 at 11:59 pm!

Hey there! I hope everyone had a wonderful Easter yesterday! We ate lunch with my family and spent the afternoon napping and being lazy!! It was glorious.

I thought I would get back in the swing of updating my blog with my answers to a blog award. Over a month ago, Linsday over at The Woods Life, gave me a blog award: The Lemonade Stand Award. The rules for this award are rather simple. All I have to do is answer the following questions with a single word answer and then pass this along to five bloggers. (So, I may have cheated on a few answers, but I did the best I could!) Here goes...

1. Your Cell Phone? iPhone

2. Your Hair? Highlighted

3. Your Mother? Encourager

4. Your Father? Strong

5. Your Favorite Food? Mexican

6. Your Dream Last Night? Peaceful

7. Your Favorite Drink? Water

8. Your Dream/Goal? Motherhood

9. What Room Are You In? Office

10. Your Hobby? Crafting

11. Your Fear? Loss

12. Where Do You Want To Be In Six Years? Family

13. Where Were You Last Night? Home

14. Something That You Aren't? Graceful

15. Muffins? None

16. Wish List Item? Hardwoods

17. Where Did You Grow Up? Carrollton

18. Last Thing You Did? Eat

19. What Are You Wearing? Cardigan

20. Your TV? Small

21. Your Pets? Two

22. Friends? Loyal

23. Your Life? Busy

24. Your Mood? FANTASTIC

25. Missing Someone? Faraway Friends

26. Vehicle? Ford

27. Something You Aren't Wearing? Heels

28. Your Favorite Store? Ann Taylor Loft

29. Your Favorite Color? Red

30. When Was The Last Time You Laughed? Today

31. Last Time You Cried? Yesterday (while laughing!)

32. Your Best Friend? Many

33. One Place You Go To Over And Over Again? Culvers (a local restaurant like Braums)

34. Facebook? Procrastination

35. Favorite Place To Eat? Blue Goose


Lemonade Stand Award goes to...

Jennifer

Amanda Smith

Amanda Farmer

Kendall

Allison

So happy!

(we heart it)

I am so excited I can hardly stand it! In less than an hour I'll be boarding a plane with one of my college roommates to head to Houston to spend the weekend with our other college roommate! I.CAN'T.WAIT! Gotta fly (pun intended ;)).

See you when I get back!

9 weeks and 99 lbs.

Well--I've finally found some down time. I've been DYING to blog these past few weeks, and every time I get ready to sit down and do it, something eats up my free time. You know the drill. So, I'll stop complaining and get on with it!

This past Thursday we received a record breaking 12.5 inches of snow! Can you believe it?! (A. Farmer, are you jealous?) Even though the weather was tough to drive in, I loved every inch of it! And I have to thank the snow for freezing over Thursday night, because it allowed me to work from home on Friday. Here's a pic I took Thursday night while the snow was still falling.

Cooper and Daisy loved the snow, too. Here's a typical snapshot of them...she's trying to pull on his collar and he's totally over it.



More of the winter wonderland around our neighborhood.

However, Friday was more than just a "work from home" day for me. It was also the day that our little Daisy celebrated her 9 week birthday, and had her first trip to the vet! Coincidentally, Cooper needed to go to the vet to get another vaccination, so I had the job of taking my 9 week old and my 14 month old to the vet at the same time. Lucky me.


You should have seen us. It was quite a sight. I had Daisy in my arms (along with my purse and puppy vaccination information), and Cooper by the leash. Thanks to the snow on the ground, I was sliding all across the parking lot trying to pull Cooper inside. By the time we actually got inside I was sweating. So much for bundling up to avoid the cold. But, I couldn't take my jacket off because I couldn't put Daisy on the ground without her running away. She hadn't had a leash on yet and she wasn't having ANYTHING to do with the leash the nurse gave me to use. Cooper was in heaven. He was trying to pull me across the foyer while I was trying to check us in. Life is definitely more interesting with two.


Once the nurse checked us in, the assistant took Cooper to the back to weigh him. ("Thank the Lord!," I thought to myself. I'm dying here lady. Can't you see I need some help!) I was able to wiggle the leash around Daisy's neck in just enough time for the assistant to bring Cooper right back to me, announcing to the world, "Cooper's a big boy. He weighs 99 lbs." (Did I hear her right? 99 lbs.? Ninety NINE pounds? One pound shy of 100? Goodness! I mean, I'm fully aware that my one year, two month old pup is the size of a small horse, but she just confirmed any doubt I had in my mind that he's all grown up.) "OK, thanks." I replied.

Next it was Daisy's turn. But she didn't want to go anywhere without Cooper, so the three of us and the assistant went over to the scales to get her weight. Much better, 13.2 lbs. (Even though she's practically doubled in weight since we brought her home three weeks ago!) After we were finished, I scooped Daisy up and headed into the examination room to wait for the Doctor.


Apparently it was still obvious that I was sweating because the assistant asked me if I needed anything to drink.


The examination went well--Coop got his vaccine, Daisy got hers, and we were done in no time. Now it was time to check out. Seriously?! I took me longer to load them into the car than it did to see the Doctor.


We skidded to the reception desk, but not before Cooper scoped out the other examination rooms (one in particular that must have had an injured animal in it just moments before because there was blood splattered all over the ground). As the front desk clerk began to rattle off some sort of instruction on when I need to come back, I was totally distracted by the two families waiting to go back into their examination rooms. One was a father/daughter duo. While I'm arm wrestling my 99 lbs pup, the dad says to his daughter, "See that puppy Melissa? Isn't she so cute!" That stirs Daisy into a frenzy, trying her hardest to wiggle out of my arms. So, I put Daisy down so the dad and daughter can pet her. I throw my debit card at the clerk hoping she would stop talking about when I'm coming back and check me out so I can get my dogs and get out of this place.


And that's when he broke loose. I was holding Cooper's leash by my foot, and when I wasn't paying attention to what he was doing, he yanked the leash out from under my foot and took off, wandering aimlessly throughout the building. Leaving my purse and my puppy at the front of the office, I took off after Cooper, catching him just before he headed into "the back" where they do surgery prep.


We made it back to the front, I signed my receipt, and was ready to get the hell outta dodge, when the second "onlooker" asked, "Is he her sire?" (What? Speak english. I don't have the patience to break down "puppy talk.") "No, he's her big brother." I replied. "He's 14 months and she's 9 weeks."


"Wow, he's HUGE for 14 months." (Thanks, captain obvious.)


"Ya, he weighs 99 lbs." chimed the assistant. (Really, lady? Don't you have something else to do?)


"I know! And he's not even the biggest one in his litter." I replied.


And just like that we were on our way out the door :)


Puppy Visit: 1
Natalie: 0


Here's my 99 pound bundle of LOVE!! (Please note that Cooper is standing on Daisy's leash.)



And here's my 9 week old princess :)



Next post: Pics from when we brought Daisy home.