Hanging out in the backyard...

Lee and I were laying in the hammock earlier and Lola hopped in my lap. I got a few shots of my happy girl...
Then I looked over and saw Mr. Ted:They just love being outside!

Yoga and dogs

I have been feeling yuck lately. And I figure it is because I am not exercising, not even a little. One bike ride every 2 weeks is not exercise, it is a bike ride.
I have gained a little weight and I am pretty unhappy with it.
Today I started a whole body cleanse, and I still eat normally (although I need to try to eat healthier) but it helps me get rid of stored up yucky stuff in my body.
I am trying to get the willpower to start doing yoga when i get home, from my trusty DVD from back in college.

But tonight I just wanted to stretch. My abdomen is feeling tight, my legs heavy, my back sore.

I rolled out my mat on the floor in the kitchen so I could watch tv and stretch (lee is watching the basketball game in the living room.)

I will try my best to describe what happens when you try yoga with 2 curious pups.

You: Childs Pose (on your knees, but on your heels, hands out in front)
Dogs: Lick your face and play in your hair

You: Downward facing dog (bent over at an long angle, like a teepee...)
Dogs: Wrestle and play underneath you and lay down so when you move to the next pose, you have to shoo them

You: Cobra Pose (legs and pelvis flat on ground, arms straight pushing your torso straight up)
Dogs: lick your face and jump around on your legs


I am not sure how I will accomplish real yoga later on without locking the dogs out of the room, which is hard since there are not doors on the rooms that are big enough for yoga. They don't stay outside long enough for the whole DVD.

I will say... after my stretching and inadvertent playing with the dogs, I was relaxed!

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Best wife e-v-e-r.

I was at Target, looking for a pitcher with a lid on it so I can start making iced coffee. I have been obsessed with it. You see, Lee was in that awesome conference all last week, and I didn't want to make coffee for one person, so I treated myself to Starbucks each day. It really wasn't that expensive because I don't get a fancy drink. I used to, but I discovered I enjoy actual coffee so I now get a Grande Misto with 2 splenda. (1/2 coffee, 1/2 steamed milk.) That runs me about $2.50, which is better than the $5 I spent on the flavorful, fattening, Grande White Mocha. With whip.

I walked into the 'bucks on Monday and was looking at the menu. It was hot outside. I wanted a change.
1 grande vanilla iced coffee please.

$2.30.

SO yummy.

I added a little 1/2 1/2 and a splenda and hoovered that thing in about 10 minutes in my car on the road to work.

The next day... I go back, but in the drive through.

1 VENTI vanilla iced coffee please, with 1 splenda and some cream.

The cream made my ass larger but man was it good.

And again, i hoovered it on the way to work and didn't stop talking for 15 minutes straight once I saw one of my unsuspecting coworkers. Poor thing.

Next day, I go inside, get the venti, and do the 1/2 1/2 thing because the cream they added was just to indulgent (It was aLOT)

Now, Lee is back home and I am addicted to the iced coffee. I can finish it before getting to work which is nice because normally, the coffee is too hot, i have to sip it, and then i generally get too busy at work and forget to finish it and that is a waste. (long sentence. see Poor Coworker above.)

I make the coffee at night, let it cool, and then put it in a pitcher in the fridge. Right now I have to put saran wrap on the top. This still leaves me making hot coffee for one in the mornings, but this just adds to the fact I am the best wife ever.
Want to see the list of reasons?

I:

• Cook every night
• Do 99% of the laundry
• Do 99% of the cleaning
• Feed the dogs 50% of the time (don't panic, keep reading)
• Check the mail
• Pay the bills
• Wash the sheets (i see that as separate from the laundry itself)
• and. Make Coffee each morning.

Lee:

• Takes out the trash
• Feeds the dogs the other 50% of the time

So. Today, while at Target looking for my Iced Coffee Pitcher, I was back in the media section with Kyla, who was purchasing Bride Wars. (it's cute!) I remembered Lee wanting this game. The one he played where I was sleeping with ear plugs.
So I bought it.He literally told me I am the best wife ever. I am enjoying the machine guns, grenades, and generally profanities from the back room. Enjoying a little Adele to drown it out.

Blogging alot.

I hope the Iced Coffee thing didn't seem too random. It brought me to Target, where I bought the game.
And I didn't even find the pitcher I went for.
And I took out the trash when I got home.
Dadgum.

Great Oak Tree Massacre

Sunday, after a long weekend of sitting around watching other people drink while not drinking all that much myself (other than Friday night), we get home with high hopes of doing NOTHING. Scavenging for food in the house, pajamas, sleep.

Instead, the Great Oak Tree Massacre (GOTM) was happening next door.

Most people on our street have the giant oak trees. Here is ours:
And during the hurricane, we were a smidge worried it would hurt our house and possibly our bodies, but we had just had it trimmed and it was fine. It dropped lots of leaves and twigs and such, but just fine.

The lady next door must have been way more afraid..

I get out of the car, holding Lola and my purse, and she comes running out. Lee says "what's going on?" and she says "After Ike, and just so scared. Can you move your car?"
Seriously? You really think another hurricane will hit Houston again this summer? The last one was 25 years ago.
So, where there used to be a nice, large, healthy tree with a fern planted at the base... is this...
If you look past this down the street, you see the other healthy, happy trees alive and well.

At least I can see my pretty pink inpatiens when I pull in the drive each day. They try to distract me from the GOTM.

Did I mention the 6 hours of chain-sawing we had to endure after we got home? And how we had to move our cars TWICE?

That lady owes me 6 hours of napping. Just saying.

Lemonade...

You know, when it comes to Lemons and life hurling them at you in rapid succession, I prefer to turn to Lemons's cousin. The Lime.

Then, I make margaritas, not lemonade (limeade?).

But, my friend Sabrina tagged me so I am going to work the awesome lemon's thrown at me this year.
I was given this little award by Sabrina whom I worked with at the Bank. Sabrina was the only reason I didn't jump off the building from boredom. I read about 2 books a week on Ebooks.com at this job.

Anywhooo... Here are the rules on this here award...

1. Put the logo on your blog or post

2. Nominate at least 10 blogs that show an attitude of gratitude (I am lazy, I am only doing 5) <--- I'm with Sabrina and doing 5 because I don't know 10!

3. Link to your nominees within your post

4. Comment on their blogs to let them know they've received this award

5. Share the love and link to this post and the person who nominated you for the award.

6. Tell us how you've come to have an attitude of gratitude.

Here are my nominees:

1. Sara - who is going through the trials of starting her own AWESOME photography company.

2. Jennifer - who is going through the trials of loving food and wine, but not so much the effects it has on one's waistline. Although I think she is super cute... just saying.

3. Donald - who never has any trials. He just lives in a BUBBLE. A green irish bubble.

4. Sarah - who's blog entertains me immensely and just got a new job! Whooo!

5. Last but not least at all, Nienie. If you haven't met her and her blog and her family, do it now. I don't know her personally, but I want to drive to Utah and nurse her back to health NOW.

While I come off as largely sarcastic and like I could care less about what happens in the world, that is pretty much just my "I'm Brave" face. I can't say anything really hard has happened to me lately, but I have had a few things come up that challenged me. Kitchen, Hurricane, 2 family deaths that I missed the funerals of, an issue with a coworker... Each of these things taught me life lessons and I have moved on and upward.
With my blender and a margarita glass.

Birthday Boy!

Happy birthday, Teddy Bear, you are 2 years old today!
You started out a wee pup...And grew to be a very big boy! 30 pounds!I always love your goofy faces and your clumsy ways. I love you to pieces sweet boy!