Pathetic . . . but he's so precious!!!

It's pouring, cold, windy, and very wet. Is it my fault dogs were made to go the bathroom outside??? They eat, they sleep, they poop. It's the way of life, honey. So get your behind out there and do your business.

I'm so cold hearted. If he eats my food he has to abide by my rules!!! If I give an inch, he'll think he's kingpin and I lose. Can I help it if he isn't tall enough to clear the grass? Suck it up, mongrel, there is no sympathy here.

And here I am sitting in pants that are wet from the knees down, shoes that squeak when I walk, and frozen fingers. Why you ask? Well, someone has to hold the umbrella for the little darling while he sniffs around for the perfect spot; checks the direction of the wind; listens for pending danger; turns his sad, questioning, brown eyes on me; does his business; then sits up against my leg until I pick him up to come back in the house.

Someone find me a rod to put in against my backbone. It's feeling a little squishy!!

Demolition Derby

I'm excited to say that we have our new insert in the gaping whole where the fireplace used to be. We are still waiting for the shield, but I am enjoying having an efficient fire. I'll send pictures when it is all done and pretty.

Yesterday, we took out the pellet stove from the kitchen. Have you ever had the experience of having an itch and once you get started you can't quit? My itch was the rock behind the pellet stove. Karsten tried one rock and it came off so easily that before we knew it all the rock and cement was gone. Yahoo!!!!! Kitchen looks pretty bare without the stove and it echoes, but can't wait for the next phase. Good bye wall!!!

The stone was so easy for the pellet stove we are getting ready for the stone on the fireplace. If it is as easy, we could see some great changes rather quickly.

Now, if we could just find the money tree we'd be set.

Where's my Advil???

Okay, so Saturday evening we went and played volleyball with some other couples in our ward. Lotsa fun, lotsa bruises, but wait . . . . Who are these youngsters? When did I graduate from "Beehive Bonus" to "Granny Give Back"?

So here I was laughing it up when I popped a serve into the net. No biggie, I was in good company. But, the kicker was when they bounced the ball back to me and told me that at my age I could try again. AT MY AGE?????? What in the blankety-blank were they talking about? I was hopping right along with the rest. For once I was definitely not the weak one on the court. How could they say such a thing? Who did they think they were? The audacity that they would even suggest I have advanced at all in age?

Then . . . . reality check!!!! I stopped for a split second and . . . WHEN DID THAT HAPPEN? I was the oldest one there. Who stole the clock?

Hmmmph. I am NOT going down without a fight. Bring it on world!!! Look inside me -- I'm still young. I've still got it goin' on!!!

AAAAGGGGHHHH . . . . gotta take a break. Gotta finger cramp and I can't remember what this was all about. Oh yeah, I'm still young . . . . Oh forget it, I'm going to bed.