It's a Doug eat Dog world...

Things are CRAZY!!!! We are"moved in"which just means that there are boxes up to the ceiling in every room, but 3 of those rooms are already painted! Mom and I were painting twenty minutes after we had our keys. The truly harrowing thing is that mom and dad have to be out of their apartment and in with me by the weekend. Their house is not ready to close yet, but it is right across the street. Jennifer, Nini and Emma Bailey will be here on Friday (WooHoo!!!) which just adds to the massive intirest column that is my daily diet. Doug is here and has been a huge help in moving. The only problem is that like Jon, he also has strange tendencies when it comes to dogs, it just seems to manifest in one particular way. Yesterday, I fed our dog Charlie an end piece of bread because we were out of dog food. She gummed around on it and like three quarters of the children in the US, dropped it onto the floor because she didn't like it. I was one of the one quarter children who had to eat their crusts and whose mother told them their whole lives that it was the most nutritious part. I finally figured out last year that this was a falsehood and I was confused because my parents never did the Santa Claus thing because when I was little and asked if he was real, she said that she couldn't lie to me...
Anyways when Jon saw Doug ten minutes later he was eating a sandwhich...with an end piece. Jon looked at it and asked with a curious voice, "Hey Doug, where'd you find that end piece?" Doug answered, "Dude, I found it on the floor, I think one of the kids dropped it so I made myself a PB and J." Eeeeww!!! But that is not the grossest thing that he did. This morning, when I got back from spinning class, I told Jon (because he still hadn't purchased dog food) that I had fed Charlie the girls left over cereal. Doug piped up "Did the girls bowls happened to be the ones on the kitchen floor? Because I used one for MY cereal this morning after you guys left." I seriously couldn't stop laughing even while poor Doug was running to the bathroom and dry heaving into the toilet. Jon advised him that maybe he should just not eat things on the floor anymore. I couldn't even comment at that point because I was laughing so hard that I was collapsed over the island with tears pouring down my cheeks.

Up to date

We have our closing date! Sometime Monday we will be in our new home! Tonight we are headed off to our new friends the Kellers! We will be celebrating Jon's 28th birthday late, because the first two plans fell through miserably. We were all supposed to go Wednesday on a boat ride with his cousin Alex (while his parents were in town visiting). We had planned dinner at a nice restaraunt across the lake.
I was sick all day with stomach stuff so I figured that if I went on the boat ride, I just might be setting myself up for my most embarrassing moment ever. Since the other ones have been doozies, I figured that this time I would take a proactive role in preventing any more. On top of his wife not going on the boat, his dad got a migraine and ended up in bed for hours, and my dad had a bulging disc in his back and couldn't go on the boat ride either. To top this off, we then learned that the restaraunt was closed for the night. Jon had to work the next day on his birthday, and his parents left two days early to go back to GA and take care of his Nanny. At this point we were supposed to close the house on Friday, so we planned a turnaround trip to CO to see Josiah, Tiff and my brother who is working at a camp up there for the summer. The guys were all going to go downhill mountain biking on Monday and my parents were going to pay for it-score! Until we didn't close on Friday and they set the closing for...Monday. My poor husband. Poor Josiah. Poor Jimmy. Poor Tiffany and I. So we are going to have a birthday cake for him at least.
Oh, our good friend Doug will be here this afternoon, so there is a little good news at least! Random happenings lately: Maggie has renamed herself "Watertop," and we found a mysterious pee spot on top of a chair. I narrowed it down to-mom and dad's weiner dog Stuka. I guess he jumped up on a chair, peed and jumped down. Of course out of the 8 chairs pulled up to the table Brennah happened to sit in it. Drama. Jon has taken to calling Stuka, a fat white maggot, which we all think is pretty rude. It is becoming disturbing. Jon talks to him all the time telling him how strange he is, how mentally unbalanced, how gluttonous, how tiny he is, how weird his habits are...all the while I sit staring at Jon intently-and when he finally looks up from talking to the dog for five minutes, I like to calmly ask him who is the mentally unbalanced one? Stuka takes it rather well and is as friendly as ever.
Brennah starts VBS this Monday and will be in a production next weekend. My friend Jen comes in on the 21st and we will be moving this week, so I will get back with everyone when I can. Oh yes, in my quest to become extreme I went on a mountain bike ride with Jon and our other new friends the Standifers.
Even after years of not really riding I did very well. I did not fall going down the rocky Texas trail and I was actually in shape enough to ride up most of the hills. We completed 8 miles of riding and just as we were almost back to the car, up loomed the innocent looking wooden bridge. Yes I admit I crashed into the side of it and almost went over the rail. I just kept glancing at it and got closer and closer. For my trouble I received an incredible bruise and a not very impressive crash story. I have also joined a gym out here and am going to as many classes as I can. The first one I experienced was "spinning."
This is where you sit on a stationary bike and copy the lady at the front of the room. After five minutes of this, I could literally taste the oat bran I had eaten for breakfast. Then she brightly encouraged us with, "Only 55 more minutes!" My friend Nina (the mountain biker) was beside me and I don't think she listened to the teacher at all, she just stood up on her pedals the entire time going at a furious rate and when everyone else was done, she continued for ten more minutes. Next was yoga. Has anyone ever seen the yoga move, the "Bird of Paradise?" I had not, but while everyone else contorted their bodies into it, I flopped to my mat laughing hysterically. At least I might have burned five calories doing that. Anyway, I hope everyone else has a great weekend and I will talk to ya'll later. P.S. Thanks to everyone for posting to my posts!

I need a long nap

I-AM-SO-TIRED. We aren't in our house yet and everybody who checks this tonight-I am sorry if I was supposed to call you-my cellphone is locked in our new house and the builder has the key. I will catch up with everyone tommorow.

For squirrels in Texas the fear doesn't lie in getting hit by a car...the horror for them is coming to rest on the hot pavement.

When the aforementioned can't be avoided,
they do the best that they can...







I have never seen roadkill like this before. It definitely begged for a double take. The scary thing is, that some of you will not be surprised that I went back, stopped in the middle turn lane and leaned out for this photo op. I ask again, am I the only one? Or are there others out there who are just quieter about certain odd tendencies?