Grape Did It

Email exchange

me: ...I just felt so moppy (sp? as in moping)...

Zaina: ...I laughed out loud when I read that you felt moppy. Now I am picturing you as a muppet. I think it's actually mopey. If it's any constellation...

Hijacking wireless

Car tricks

Yeah so last night Bud and I decided a fun thing to do would be to push his truck. Don’t ask, don’t ask, don’t ask. We were bored. I have a carport/flat driveway area and that’s where his truck was parked. I undid the emergency brake and put it in neutral and then ran around the front to help him push. We heaved and I nearly slid backwards with the effort until finally Bud said “if we were stuck in the middle of nowhere, trying to move my truck, we’d be screwed!” I agreed and then we decided to push my car because, as Bud said, “it’s much lighter and easier” and that seemed like a good enough reason.

My car was parked under the carport about five feet in front of the neighbor’s new fence. Again I undid the emergency brake and put my car in neutral and then ran around to the front to help him push. This time it was much more fun as we could actually get it rolling and out from under the carport. I don’t know if it was the endorphins from rolling my car or the stupidity that comes with being in love but our next trick involved Bud getting behind my car and rolling it back towards the fence. He instructed me to stand against the fence so I could yell if it got too close. For reasons I will never know, I did. He shoved the car which immediately started rolling towards me and then gave me a “look Ma! No hands!” signal. It quickly dawned on us both that my car had no intention of stopping just because a person and then a fence were in its way. My eyes met Bud’s and it took a split second for us to register that indeed he was past the point of being able to stop it. In what seemed like an hour, I jumped to the side, nearly hitting the bumper on my way and Bud opened the door, reached into the car like a cat with his tail on fire and pulled the break. Oh, only a foot or so from my neighbors new fence.

Afterwards we started babbling the way people do when they’ve just faced the possibility of death or at least great pain. Here is the conversation:

Me: Oh my God! It almost hit me!

Bud: Why didn’t you try to stop it?!

Me: I don’t know, I didn’t feel like I had time, I wasn’t sure what position would give me the most leverage, I was afraid I might get pinned. (Long pause). Wait a minute! How the hell did you just put this back on me?!

Bud: Well, I’m just saying…

Wake me up inside

Or

this hot of a guy?

I'm sorry

but have you ever seen a baby this cute?

Grace Ann - 3.5 months

Someone help me!

I don't know what's funnier - the fact that Grace Ann looks terrified of being dropped at any moment or the fact that Georgia is blissfully unaware and smiling right into the camera. Either way, it's got to be scary to realize you have absolutely no control over who is holding you. And the fact that she was drinking wine. And wearing clothespins.

I'm the one in the corner, turning away

It's always nice to find a picture on facebook you were a. not supposed to be in b. you are in the corner of, wearing a cowboy hat no less.

One of many, Sadie

Sadie’s favorite activities consist of pressing her cold wet nose onto warm or embarrassing places on my body, or Bud’s or whichever unsuspecting human is around to yelp in surprise; sleeping on any blanket or fleece designated for people while consistently avoiding her own; sniffing everything (including the air) and lying in the sun. But mostly lying in the sun.

One of my favorite stories involving my favorite subjects is one where Bud took Sadie out to pee. Not only does it embarrass him that my designated phrase - to indicate that it is now time for her to pee - is “Go potty” but also that she is a “girl dog” i.e. purse/bag size. He’s even gone so far as to suggest I got her as my own personal accessory, which couldn’t be farther from the truth seeing as she was a gift, but anyway. One morning he took Sadie out and I could hear him repeating in a bored-that-turned-to-frustrated tone “Sadie, go potty, go potty Sadie…Sadie, go potty, go potty! Sadie! Go! Potty!” Relishing the entertainment, I slid up to the screen door to watch, just as he squatted down, clenched his fists in frustration and whisper-screamed “Goooooo pottttty!”

Here is one of her lying in the sun.

Zaina

This post has little to do with one of my very best friends – Zaina – but I’m posting it for her because she is in the same predicament I am. I won’t say what that predicament is, although I’m nearly 100 % sure no one who would care will ever read my blog but let’s just say she likes to have reading material – any kind – at work if possible.

As I wrote below, Sadie, Bud and I all had a tiring – but fun! – day yesterday and came home to park in front of the TV for a while. Sadie conked completely out, so much so that Bud was able to rest his arm on her tiny body without her even cracking an eye. Of course I marveled at how cute they looked and then continued to email/watch TV. Finally Bud asked, slightly exasperated, “Well?! Aren’t you going to take a picture?” Here it is – you can guess which one is faking.