I Promise to Love You, Even if You Pee on My Rug - And Everywhere Else.

Lately:

We finished our first home DIY project!  BIG SHOCKER - I am not handy.  Your surprised right?  Me either.  Anywho, it actually went very well!  I even helped put up mortar, sheets of tile, and grout.  Go my team!  It was really messy, but I think our kitchen survived.  Thanks to Mr. S and his hard work, we finished, and I think it looks super cool, like so:

BEFORE

AFTER

(Sorry about the dishtowels - they look like they are taking over my oven!)

While de-cluttering the kitchen in attempts to take these after pictures, Bruce bopped around the opposite corner of the island where I could not see him and wizzed (he had been taken outside 10 minutes prior). As I went around the island to check on my REALLY-Really-really cute puppy, I stepped in his little surprise.  Oh dog.  You did not.  Not after all of this potty training we have done.  He was then demoted to on REALLY-Really-really cute. 

Thinking he had it out of his system, after cleaning the unsanitized portion of the floor, and then sticking my foot in the sink to wash off, I look behind me to see Bruce make another puddle on my rug.  Foot still in the sink mind you.  What the freak dog!?  Demoted again to REALLY-Really-really cute.  As I go to grab him to take him out, he runs, and as he runs, he wizzes on the third side of the island.  How much can he pee!?  HOLY CRAP!  He has lost all his really really's and is only sorta-kinda-maybe cute (maybe in the morning).  Mr. S came and took him away for a nice long walk so I could cool off.

Moral of the story, apparently a dog can cry for attention. Give it to him regardless of how the kitchen looks. 

Because I WANT To, That's Why.

I am out of school for the summer. 

YYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYY!

I could not be more thrilled about the possibility of finishing things that have been put off now that I no longer owe my soul to studying.  Can I get a whoop-whoop!?

The summer to-do list situation is as follows:

1) Commence home decorating.  Starting with the bathroom I use to get ready.

I bought this shower curtain:

I needed some color in my life, so I bought a sunshine shower curtain.

I really want to put these things in the bathroom to incorporate the yellow:

(On a much smaller scale..... design cred Caitlin Wilson Designs)

(Jamali Gardens)

And, one or two of the following prints from Lisa Golightly.  I found her on Etsy, and think she is fabulous!

2) Teach Bruce Almightly sweet tricks.  For instance, if I said "Kill the Nazis" he would crawl on ground like he was sneaking into a Nazi camp.  I've heard of a dog actually doing that.  Love it.

and;

3) I know my blog has become a weight complaint zone at times.  I'm sorry.  I have lost 8.5 pounds on weight watchers in last 6 weeks.  I am really happy about that, and it's not easy, but I'm feeling pretty good.  I understand the fundementals of loosing weight, so obviously that is not the issue.  My problems reside in my belief system, and my relationship with food.  I am using my time off this summer to understand what I am trying to fill with food, and change my copping mechanisms. 

I am so stoked for the summa!  Wahhooooo!

It's a Dog's Life.

Hola, I am Bruce.

Sorry, Paige is making sure I don't wizz all over the house or chew the cabinets right now so she's been too busy to blog.  As you can see in my picture, I look so tough but I wear a fleece turtleneck sweater(that dad likes to call a cape to make me feel more manly) because I freeze my little kahonaze off in the cold. 

I am pretty much the cutest dog ever.  The vet told me, so it must be true. 

I think everything tastes good.  Like weeds, tennis shoes, rugs, couch cushions, and argyle socks.  Especially argyle socks.  I am not quite sure why, but mom thinks I am serious mischief. 

I just make this face.  She forgives me and wants kiss my face off. 

Well I gotta go because I have some crotches to sniff.  Peace!

Killing Two Birds With One Stone and Bruce.

I finished packing last night.  It felt a little odd (trying to decide what to keep and what to get-the-freak-rid-of).  When I moved home from St. George, I dropped most of my belongings in my parent’s basement, and for the most part, pretended they didn’t exist for the last three years until yesterday.  Cleaning it out felt really good, and I decided that spring cleaning and moving should be best friends.  Two birds.  One stone.  Speaking of the house, it is so SO SOOOO almost done.  A couple of weeks ago it was in that strange teenage awkward phase (house style) where it was trying to look cool but really only ended up looking like a wannabe.  I think it’s finally completed enough to have moved to the cool young adult phase.  An example of what I mean:

 Our house in it's toddler days - 

As a pre-teen - 

As a full-fledged  teen queen - 

And, now in it's young adulthood - 

 And in case you were wondering what the insides look like - 

When we move and make it all official, I will post final pics:)

Lastly, we are welcoming a little dude into our yet-to-be-lived-in home in exactly one month from yesterday.  No, we are not preggo, but he is really awesome, and he has a bit more fuzz then a human kiddo.  Meet Bruce, the Boxer.

He gets to come home with us because he licked my neck and he was really snuggly.  Who said kissing ass never gotcha anywhere?  Not I!!!  Bruce had an overall score of 100% on a scale of cuteness, snuggly-ness, and overall puppy love.  Holy crap, I love the dogs.