Thursday, January 27, 2011


I was just called by my sister.  Her husband's step-father has passed away, and the viewing and funeral are in Tulsa this weekend. 

And she doesn't want to take my 12 month old nephew along with them.  Austin is understanding emotions very well, and she doesn't want to unnecessarily upset him right now.  Soooooo, that means the little man will be joining David and me Friday afternoon through Saturday afternoon.  He's a very good baby, and I anticipate no problems at all taking care of him.  Just need to baby-fy my den this evening, but other than that, we should be fine.


I called David to let him know what we'd be doing.  I have tickets to the women's Bedlam game at noon on Saturday, so David will have to watch Austin for a couple of hours on his own...or, I take him with me (which I really don't want to do...that won't be any fun for him). 

So I told David, "You'll have to watch him by yourself for a little while, are you okay with that?  We won't be far away, so we can come home quickly if need be, but you'll essentially be on your own."

Hesitantly, he said, "I'll be fine.  Seriously.  You'll have to show me the essentials first, but I'll be fine."

Uh, essentials?  Like what? 

"Uh, like how to change a diaper...?  And maybe how to feed him?"

Stay tuned, folks.  This weekend could be interesting...

Tuesday, January 18, 2011


It's been a rough few months for pets in our house.  We took Baxter in this last summer.  He was my dad's dog, and with my dad's poor health and moving into a nursing home, Baxter needed a new home, as well.  So he came to live with us.

Dad got Baxter from the Edmond Humane Society in 2002.  He was a simple terrier mix, and at the time, I figured him to be about 2-3 years old then. 

So taking him in in the summer of 2010, meant he was probably around 10-11 years old.  Couple his age with the change of moving him from dad and into a different house, and he quickly deteriorated.  His health and general behavior changed so drastically over the last couple of months, I knew it was probably time for us to make a decision about his quality of life.  He was no longer going outside, instead opting to use puppy pads and towels in the spare bedroom, showed very little interest in eating, and drinking water like it was his job.  He often acted as though he no longer knew who we were, and he became very skittish around us, running to his bed in my room to escape us whenever we came around a corner. 

After discussing it with my siblings, David and I took Baxter to vet med on Friday morning.  The doctors there were in agreement with us that it was probably best to end his misery as it was becoming inhumane keeping him the way he currently was. 

So with tears and sobs we said goodbye to the little dude. 

RIP were a good boy, and we thank you for spending your last few months with us. 

Friday, January 7, 2011

Beer...THEN ice.

A few summers ago, David and I scored tickets to the Indy race at Texas Motor Speedway.  At the time, David lived in the Dallas area, so I drove down from Stillwater and met him at his apartment before heading over to the speedway.

Through numerous phone calls on the drive down, I was assured that David had everything packed and ready to go.  All we needed to do, was put it all in my Escape.

I was close to the exit to his place when my last phone conversation with him ended with him excitedly exclaiming, "Getting ready to put everything in the cooler, so we can go once you get here!"

But when I pulled up to his apartment, I saw something I was not quite expecting.
The cooler was full of ice.  And one would expect that there was beer beneath that ice.
But I saw the half empty case of Miller Lite on the grass next to the cooler. 
He was proud of himself.  And thought I should be too.
He simply could not understand why I was irritated.  So I tried to explain it.

It took him a little while to understand that it actually is much much simplier to put the beer in first, THEN put the ice on top of it.  When I pulled up, he was actually shoving beers, one at a time, through the ice in an attempt to put them in the cooler at all.

Years later even, when packing up the cooler for tailgates or a trip to the lake, I make sure I put the beer and ice in the the correct order.

Thursday, January 6, 2011

MS Paint

I'm obsessed with a couple of blogs.

Their primary way of communicating is through drawings done in MS Paint.

This is one of the funniest things I have ever seen in my life:

And I found this one through guy is known to come on the message boards and give his random interpretation of Texas athletics...

So I took my interest in these and graphic design and thought I'd create my own...well, my own version of me and David anyway.
I thought it was a pretty similar rendition actually.

David's a little smug about suddenly being in MS Paint (well, it's Paintbrush for Mac, but whatever)
But he still says hi.

Stay tuned.  I may make these two start interpreting what goes on in our house instead of me taking pictures...or even writing it out anymore...

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

A Cat Nap

I just thought this was funny...David and Little Bit were napping in the den, and so I went to get my camera to snap a pic.  I could tell David wasn't really asleep, so I said, "Hey, don't turn your head or open your eyes for just a sec..."

So what does he do?

Turns his head and opens his eyes.