Little Miss No-Name

Scott bought me a puppy on Wednesday.  She's a pug and he has promised that I can keep her forever and ever.  I made him pinky swear.  

This dog has lived with us for 6 days and still she has no name.  It seems that it's nearly impossible to get 6 people to agree on what to call her.  Owen has decided it doesn't matter what we ultimately decide to name her, he's going to call her Nugget.  Also, Ashlyn calls her Daisy, Haley calls her Roxy, Scott calls her Flea Bag, Skylar calls her Kitty, Pops calls her Myrtle, and Jenny and Madelyn call her Dolores.  Needless to say, the dog doesn't listen for shit, because half the time she doesn't know anybody is talking to her since everybody is yelling a different name.  

She has a super long tongue though, so I think we should name her after Gene Simmons and call her Genie.    

No-Name is a sweet, sweet dog.  She chases the cat a little, but too bad for her we only have hardwood and tile so she gets no traction and will probably never be able to catch him.  She sleeps on our bed at night and only gets up once to go out, and has only had two accidents in the house.  The first time was the second night she was here, and Scott got up with her and tried to feed her and she pooped in the kitchen floor.  So he cleaned it up and when he turned around she was peeing.  The second time was the other day when Owen was supposed to be watching her and she pooped in the den.

"Owen, you're supposed to be watching her!"

"I was watching her!  I was watching her and some poop came right out of her butt!"

So, I need some help.  I need somebody to come up with a name for this dog.  My aunt Judy said Tula (Toola?) after the girl in My Big Fat Greek Wedding.  Scott has already vetoed Oprah, which I though was a good idea except that I hate Oprah.  I want a cool name or a funny name or a celebrity name.  Something so when people ask her name and I tell them it makes them go "Whoa, that is an awesome name!"  The Men In Black dog was named Frank, so maybe Frankie, or even Francis, which is awful, but it's almost awful enough to be cute. 

And Hey! You out there in Texas! As much as we love you guys I'm sorry, I just cannot name her Lem. It all goes back to that conversation with Eric, YOU KNOW WHICH CONVERSATION, and I would think of that every time I said it. Though when I think about it now maybe it'd be kinda fun just because of that conversation.  So maybe...   

Missing Texas

"What did you do at Sunday School today?"

"Well, my teacher said that it was dark and Jesus said "I am the light of the world" so I drew a picture of a dark cave on this side of the paper and on the back side I drew a picture of Jesus with brown hair."

"Ashlyn, what did you draw?"

"I drew a picture of a cave with Jesus coming out of it.  I didn't draw anything else on the back side."

"Wow.  Those are nice!  Owen, what did you draw?"

"Me?  Oh, I drew a cowboy!"

Straight out of Pottery Barn Kids

This week the girls are both doing a half-day basketball camp down at Shorter College, where it all began years ago, "it" being this illustrious love affair that Scott and I continue to live.  Last week Ashlyn did the full-day camp and loved it, so then Haley decided she wanted to play basketball and go to this week's camp, but only if Ashlyn would go and hold her hand the entire time.  So they went this morning, and when we picked them up Haley said it was great fun and she made four baskets.  

When they are not participating in basketball camps down at the College O' Love Ashlyn and Haley spend most of their time arguing.  There is so much arguing Scott actually drug them both out of WalMart the other night and when they all came back 10 minutes later they were both sniveling and looking sorry for themselves.  They also have been busy decorating their room down in the basement.  I should have known they were up to something when Ashlyn came and asked me if I knew where any tape was, but I was busy folding clothes and didn't really pay it any mind.  Later I went down in the basement and almost passed out.  They only had one magazine but they managed to cover almost two full walls with pictures of various Disney stars.  They also used two full rolls of scotch tape.  So now the plan is for me to never go down into the basement again. 

Skylar is being her usual self-amazingly charming when surrounded by other members of the family but a total whiner when it's just us.  Her newest words are tree and 'kay.  She especially likes to point and yell everytime she sees a tree, and I don't think I have to tell you that since we now live in Georgia there is quite a bit of pointing and yelling being done.  Also, anytime you tell her anything she responds with 'kay!  Which is immeasurably better than her last response, NO!  Tree and 'kay join a growing list of words she likes to throw around which includes (but is not limited to) drink, bye-bye, mama, daddy, hay-yee, more, stinky, and beer.   

Owen has been passing the time playing the wii wii.  I like to call it the wii wii instead of the wii because it's a little annoying.  Hey everybody, let's play the wii wii!  Okay, it's a lot annoying, and also stupid, but it's definitely catching on, because now O will say "Hey Daddy, do you want to play the Wii Wii Wii All The Way Home with me?, which is not annoying at all.  On the contrary it's quite hilarious.  (FYI-for the first three years of her life when asked "What does a pig say?" Ashlyn would tell you wee wee wee.)  Owen has gotten in on this whole room decorating thing also, but too bad for him the girls only let him have one picture.  This no doubt makes Scott happy because one time we were shopping and I started putting crib bedding into the buggy and Scott was all "What is all that for?" and I told him it was for Owen's room.  The bedding was blue with bears playing different sports and I said I had thought he'd want to do a sports' theme for O's room, since he was a boy and all.  And Scott was actually shocked that I would do a "theme" in a baby boy's room.  "You don't do a theme and decorate for a boy," he said, "you put up posters."  I stood there waiting for him to say ha ha I'm only kidding and he didn't, so I gave him an exasperated look and then I bought the bedding.  Posters.  Honestly.  

Anyway, here is a picture of Owen's room that he decorated all by himself.  I have absolutely no idea how he managed this, nor do I want to know.  I just roll with the punches around here.

And then I broke it

I'm having all sorts of issues with this stupid blog, and I've changed it and added to it about a thousand times and I can't get it to look the way I want it to look so I never save and post.  I think the biggest problem is I don't have enough consecutive free time to fight with it.  Anyway, tonight I was trying to preview some stuff and it wouldn't work and I got a little testy with the buttons and then I lost the whole damn thing.

So I switched the layout to the first one on the list, and now I'm undecided about what to do.  I want to get completely away from blogger, but I don't want to be confusing, so I'm hesitating. 

Anyway, if anybody has any ideas for some nice layouts please send me the links.  In the mean time I'll just sit here and stew.     

Army Ball pictures (part 2)

I told you I had more pictures from the ball and Morgan finally came through and emailed them to me.  It took a while because she is super busy running the FRG since I am no longer there to do it.  *sniff*  NOT REALLY.

So here we have (l-r) Morgan, Ryan, Precious, Will, Scott and Me.  Note Morgan's red harlot dress.  H-O-T!  I, on the other hand, wear black.  Black is a very slenderizing color.  One day, when Morgan has had four kids, or even one kid, she will embrace the color black and love it as much as I love it.  She will be drawn to black clothes, much like I am, and she will try to buy black swimsuits, and her husband will pout and say "But why don't you buy a red one?  I like red ones,"  and she will give him the same look I give Scott.  And then she will compromise and buy the navy one.  

Moving on...

Precious, Morgan, and Me.  Precious strategically placed Morgan in the center saying something about black on the sides and red in the middle and balancing and all that.  We all know it was so Morgan was directly facing the camera and Precious and I could give more of a side view, which is more appealing in photos.  Then, realizing that no matter what position we put Morgan in she would still look the best, Precious decided to try to block her from the picture with her nursing boobs.  Seriously, do you see anything in this picture besides Precious' boobs?  I mean, I sort of see a red dress, but I CAN'T LOOK AWAY...  

Scott and I with Pete.  My eyes are huge in this picture.  Why?  Because right as Ryan was about to take it I was all Holy Crap Pete's hand is resting casually on my lower waist!  And Scott is just standing there smiling for the picture and has no idea that Holy Crap Pete is touching my lower waist!

Then, Pete said maybe we wanted to get a picture in front of the Army seal.  This totally let me know he liked Scott and I best of all the people there because I ended up standing relatively close to him for a while and got to watch several photo ops with other people and he didn't mention this to any of them.  And no, I was not stalking him, but LTC Chester (who was staying extra close to Pete) was standing on the hem of my dress so I couldn't walk away at will.    

Lastly, Scott and the little LT, Aaron Broussard (pronounced Boo-SHAY).  HAHA Just kidding.  Yes, he looks like he's about 16 but really I think he's at least 21.  He's from Louisiana and he brought yummy gumbo to Owen's birthday party.  He also brought beer, so that's why I think he's at least 21.  

By the by, I don't want to talk about how the move is going.  It has involved broken things, lost things, children throwing up in the middle of IHOP in front of all the other diners, and diarrhea.  Lots and lots of diarrhea.  So you may think you want to know about it, but trust me. You don't. 

Right before I broke up the party

"I'm bored."

"Me too."

"You want to see what would happen if we cooked some smarties in the microwave?"

Army Ball 2008

Saturday night Scott and I went to the Army Ball.  Again.  This is the third one we've been to here in San Angelo and they just keep getting better and better.  And I'm not just saying that because Scott is in charge of planning the thing.  This year we had a great table with us, the Jumpers, the Irwins, and Brian Lemaster.  Conversation was interesting, with oddly enough a lot of it focusing on boobs, but there's a big reason for that, one I won't go into right now.  I was also part of a horribly uncomfortable conversation about vasectomies, and I'm not getting into that simply because I don't want to re-live it.  EVER.      

The speaker was Pete Schoomaker,  and I even got my picture made with him.  Morgan has those because I didn't take my camera, and I'm waiting for her to email them to me and then I'll add them.  Pete is a pretty awesome dude, and he totally grabbed my butt right before our picture was taken.

Here are some shots of Scott and me before we left for all the fun.  Oh, and I have to say thanks to Hannah and Judy for shipping me Hannah's prom dress a couple of weeks ago so I'd have a dress to wear.  I don't know if I'm more excited about the fact that it was free or the fact that it fit.  Oh, who am I kidding.  We ALL know which one I'm more excited about.      

Moving Day?

The movers were supposed to come today and begin packing up all our crap.  Yesterday they called and said they couldn't come, but they hope to be here tomorrow.    They also told me they would deliver our stuff to our house in Rome on Saturday, 4 or so days before we actually get there.  I've entrusted my brother, Brian the Lawyer, to meet them there to unload everything, and I'm crossing my fingers that nothing goes horribly wrong between here and there with the truck containing all my worldly possessions.  Well, all my worldly possessions except my Tivo box, which I absolutely refuse to let out of my sight when we move.  I would be more willing to let them pack a kid, which I think might be illegal.  Or maybe my flat iron, and we all know what happens when I don't have my flat iron...