Six paws

 

So, guess who is celebrating a birthday today??!!

 



 

Yes, the Bloggie Doggie!!!!

And, yes, we got him a birthday cake!

Yes, at the doggie bakery.

Yes, I'm serious.

He's excited.

Extra wagging today.

BOW WOW!!

Ummmm... no.

 

I saw these over the weekend...

 

 

Yes, they are doggie wipes.

Specifically doggie bootie wipes.

Now, I love my doggie.

I love my doggie a lot.

And I do lots of things to take care of him.

But I will draw a line.

And wiping his bootie with a wipie is that line.

Have a nice day.

Hot. Dogs. And Sharpie Eyebrows.

Well, let's see.  What happened this weekend?
Our air conditioner went out Friday afternoon.  It was hot.  But we slept upstairs on the most uncomfortable guest bed ever in the history of guest beds.  And then Mr. Air Conditioner Repair Man came on Saturday and replaced something and then it got cool again. And all the people said amen.

There was also a little incident involving Jordan, a friend-boy, and two mean barking growly stray dogs who surrounded the friend-boy's truck and wouldn't go away.  Jordan couldn't get in the house, so the Captain had to go out there and rescue her.  Armed with a golf club.  

Oh, and then Jordan drew eyebrows on the dog with a Sharpie marker...

"Nobody knows...the trouble I've seen...."

And then the weekend was over.

The end.

Woof

The Bloggie Doggie...



Sad Bloggie Doggie...


Happy Bloggie Doggie...

Have a good day people. Wag more. Bark less.

Mr. Quackers

The Bloggie Doggie has a toy that he loves.

Mr. Quackers.

Here is a picture of a brand new Mr. Quackers.

This was the first Mr. Quackers that the Bloggie Doggie got as a puppy.

Look how sweet and little the Bloggie Doggie is.

And look how....intact....and....colorful.....Mr. Quackers is.

And somebody must have been sick when I took this picture, because that's the only time I put sheets on my couch.

Anyway, behold the cuteness.

Fast forward a few years.

And lotsa' lovin'.

This is what Mr. Quackers looks like now...

He has no beak.

He has no head.

He has no wings.

He has no feet.

Maybe Santa can bring the Bloggie Doggie a new Mr. Quackers for Christmas. I need to put in a good word.

Speaking of Christmas.....How's your holiday to-do list coming along?

I have TWO MORE GIFTS TO BUY, PEOPLE!

Yahoo.

And amen.

Wake Up!

Seen recently at mi casa...

I call this one "The Bloggie Doggie Waiting for Cooper to Wake Up"



For those of you who are easily confused, the Bloggie Doggie is the real dog on the right.

Not the stuffed big yellow dog on the left.

The big yellow dog on the left is appropriately named Big Yellow Dog.

And I'm sure that orange rug with the big ol' T on it has not gone unnoticed.

I can thank Connie and Bingmama for all that nonsense....

In other news, today is the first official day of fall. And the high will be 98. Ri. Dic. U. Lous.

I'm off to send hate mail to The Weatherman.

Time flies

Before.....



After....

Covered up

I am so busy working on everything for this party.

I have no space in my brain to think about anything else.

Including a blog post.

So I will just share a picture of the Bloggie Doggie.

It's all I've got today people.

Sorry.

But he's such a cutie patooty. So your visit here today isn't totally worthless.

So you look at him.

And I'll be over here stuffing 350 favor gift bags.

Peace out.

The wonderful world of Twitter with a twist!

It was a week with maximum activity and minimal tweets. Seriously. My week consisted of volleyball and rain. The end. And yes, I always post a Twitter review on Saturday. But just to jazz it up for you I will include a picture of the Bloggie Doggie. You're welcome. And yes, he follows me on Twitter.






Saturday brings college football which brings unmeasurable happiness.

College Football = Bliss

Why is nobody buying my Estrada glasses? Hello!? Estrada!

Yeah, it's only a matter of time before one of these 34,297 balls I'm juggling will drop...

Hey guess where I'm going? If you guessed "volleyball game", you win the prize.

Nobody puts Baby in a corner

Sleepwalking Son came in my room, growled like a tiger, did his hands up like claws, & pounced on me. He remembers nothing.

Quack!

Dear Weatherman: Don't tell me....Let me guess....More rain today.....

Volleyball.

We've had so much rain this week, I could grow rice in my backyard.

Well whadya' know...it's raining.

Torrential downpour.

Going to plant rice in my back yard.

Sign of the Times

You know it's bad ....

and the economy has really tanked.....

when.....

....the Bloggie Doggie starts looking for a job.



He must need some extra biscuit money.

The deal was so big, it almost didn't fit up the stairs

So I got the great deal on the sectional with my winning bid right? Seriously people. I got this thing for a song.

I called the gal after I won to talk about delivery and all that good stuff. While we were talking, she offered me the matching ottoman for yet another song. SOLD!

And it could all be delivered to my house the very next morning! Yippee!

I mean seriously, I got the sectional, ottoman, and delivery for next to nothing. I almost felt guilty for taking such a small amount of money for this stuff. OK, not really. But you know what I mean.

OK, back to the story....

So Older Delivery Fella' and Younger Skinny Dude show up with the two pieces to the sectional, all the cushions and pillows and my song of an ottoman.

My stairs are kind of in two parts. See?

There are these stairs....

Then a little landing. (Here is the Bloggie Doggie showing you the landing.)

Then some more stairs. And another little landing.

The attic door is up there to the right. And the door on the left goes into the bedroom and the playroom. See? Here is the door to the bedroom...

It was hard to get some pictures to show you the whole thing because that space is so small. (Hmmm, that could be a clue.)

It's all a series of 90 degree angles. Which by definition are "right angles". Although in this situation, I would have also called them "acute angles". Read on and you'll see why....

Cause Older Delivery Fella' and Young Skinny Dude got the first piece of the sectional upstairs. Then they attempted to get second (LONGER) piece upstairs.

I stood downstairs and held my breath. And then Older Delivery Fella' came downstairs. And I said WHEW! But it was a very premature WHEW. Because that's when he said "I have flipped it and turned it and flipped it everywhichaway. And it's not gonna' go."

HUH? WHAT?!?!? Oh no. Seriously. Oh. No. It was a very acute problem involving a right angle.

And the Captain said something about my not measuring before I purchased. Measuring? Of course I measured. I measured the playroom. But I never thought about measuring the stairs for goodness sake.

So I looked at him and said "Go fix it."

And the Captain and Older Delivery Fella' and Young Skinny Dude go up there. That is when I proceed to practice the 3 P's. Pray. Puke. Pace. In no particular order.

Then the Captain comes down and takes a little bow. Cause the big long sectional piece was now happily living in my playroom.

And everybody loves it.

Jordan wants to rename the playroom "Kid's Den". She has been sleeping up there.

Cooper wants to call it "C-Dog Mansion". He will say "Want to go watch Monday Night Raw on the sectional?"

Even Gauge likes the new sectional. As evidenced by this picture Jordan sent me with the text "Gauge likes the new sectional".
To which I replied: "GET HIM OFF".

So, that is the story of my very long sectional. And how it almost ended up in my den.

Oh - here is a picture of it. Not one I took of my actual thing cause I couldn't get it all in a picture. So here is its professional publicity picture. (The ottoman is 4' square - just so you have an idea of how honking big this thing is.)

OK, that's all. Peace out.

Take Five

Five Things You Might Hear Me Say 382,294 times a day


Let me get this straight.
I typically say this right before I am about to hop on my soapbox and rant about something that I don't agree with, something that I think is complete lunacy, or something I just cannot believe. Hypothetically, if I were to send an editorial to our local paper, I would begin it with this lovely phrase. (If I *were* to send a letter to the editor that is...Hypothetically of course....) This phrase is usually nicely coupled with "So what you're saying is....".

e.g. Let me get this straight, you think Target doesn't provide adequate retail therapy?! So what you're saying is, you think Target is not the answer to all problems?


Just sayin'.
This little phrase is almost like a period for some of my sentences. I always say this at the END of something that I have a pretty strong feeling about or to just further prove my point. Like I'm still kind of talking about something even though I should be kind of finished talking about something. But I have to put that last little phrase there. Almost like I'm underlining what I just said.

e.g. Target is the greatest store ever. Just sayin'.


Seriously.
Oh the versatility of this word. It can been used as a question AND a statement. I do feel that it is much more powerful as a statement. When it is a statement, it's almost like a threat. This little multi-purpose word can also stand alone. I think this is my favorite word right now.

e.g. (question) It's going to be 95 degrees today? Seriously?!
e.g. (statement) Target is the greatest store ever. Seriously.
e.g. (statement or threat) Pick up that wet towel right now. Seriously.
e.g. (stand alone) Seriously.


Did you brush your teeth?
Um, yeah, I say this to Cooper every single morning and every single night. Jordan, not so much anymore. But it's a never ending battle with the 7 year old boy. He will swear that he brushed his teeth. That's funny....the sink is dry and I can't even FIND his toothbrush. He also thinks if he just sticks a wet toothbrush in his mouth that he has adequately brushed. Sorry kid. Gotta' use the toothpaste. And the brush must actually TOUCH your teeth. Yes, that's why they call it a tooth-brush. Action is required.*sigh*. No example really needed for this one, but here it is anyway:

e.g. Did you brush your teeth?


What does Gauge have in his mouth?
Sweet mercy people. This is a constant little game he plays. The MAMGL blog has featured these canine antics many times. Here's a highlight. Again, this phrase kind of speaks for itself and requires no back up example. But I believe in consistency, so here is the example:

e.g. What does Gauge have in his mouth?



So people, I hope you have a good day. Seriously. Just sayin'.

Happy Independence Day!

He wishes

The Bloggie Doggie weighs sixty-five pounds.

According to the bag of doggie biscuits, he's supposed to get....let's see....5-8 biscuits daily.

Yeah right.



Here is his best "Please give me 5-8 biscuits daily because I am worthy" face.

Gauge and the Amazing Techni-Colored ...

Let's just say, that when the Bloggie Doggie eats 5 crayons, it does make the poop-scooping chore a lot more.....wait for it.....colorful.


I will now share a non-related picture. You're welcome.

That's him demonstrating his best "Crayons? What crayons?" face.

It's puzzling

With my apologies to those who live in the Pacific Northwest...

Gauge ate Idaho.....

And Washington......

God bless our fifty forty-eight United States.

Go Green!

Happy St. Patrick's Day from the Bloggie O'Doggie!

Good Doggie

The Bloggie Doggie is always getting into something has such varied interests.

He likes sports....

He even pumps iron every once in awhile too...

He's always ready to play pirates...

Or the harmonica.....

But sometimes he just wants to watch TV.....

Or take a nap....

He realizes the importance of good personal hygiene.....

And he is quite handy in the kitchen....

Although he does have a weakness for junk food....

He likes to go camping, even if it is the kids tent in the playroom...

And he's good at making friends.....

What a well rounded puppy dog that Bloggie Doggie is.