Life and Times

DOGS! I love these two little puppins. Before getting Rusty, we often fought over who got to cuddle with Heylove while we watched TV at night. Those dark times are no more. I've come down from the mountain on my winged horse to declare in an Oprah-fashion:
"Okay, look under your chairs...everybody gets a Boston!"

Or jeez...something like that.




It doesn't even stop there. I got this funny Valentine's card and two precious Boston salt and pepper shakers. I am totally going to need a curios cabinet for all my terrier treasures when I'm an old lady. It's the sturdy confidence that comes with my mid-thirties age that allows me to be okay with stating things like that. I also hope one day to lead a life that allows me to slow down enough to be able to enjoy my supper at 4:00 p.m. and watch Jeopardy daily. And you thought you knew me.




On with love! I made these little tomato hearts for my tiny's lunch on Valentine's day. He didn't eat them. I guess that's part of being a mom: doing shit that no one notices on a daily basis, since the beginning of time. Well, at least I photographed it and received loads of appreciation from my internet friends.




I think it's because he's so busy making plans for world domination, that he doesn't have time to eat twee cherry tomatoes.
1. Make a Volcno-shped mound of flavo.
2. Sell idea to Taco Bell.
3. Profit.

I wrote 2 and 3, in case it wasn't clear.



This is not the best picture, I mean I'm pretty sure I'm not going to win a Pulitzer for it. But it was an excellent pizza from Pizza Rock. We've been there maybe three times in the last 4 weeks. As FLAMES, ROCK AND ROLL and TRUCK BURSTING OUT OF THE WALL it is, the pizza is actually pretty good. I like it anyway. Tiny loves it for the capitalized reasons mentioned above.




Some friends took us to KP International, a double-sized grocery store with food from just about everywhere. We picked up a few really tasty things, but these cookies were not one of them. I have a friend who taught English in Japan and she told me what Kancho means. Trust me, you do not want a cookie that has anything to do with Kancho.


Well, that was fun. I don't know why I don't come here more often.

Rusty eats snowballs

Here's a video of Rusty, the totally pro traveler, the complete opposite (but in a complementary way) of Heylove. No leash, no problem! Snowballs? Let's try to fetch them, then go bananas when they crumble apart. This guy is a dog's dog in the best way.

Snow cold

Over the holiday break we were able to head up north to the snow for a couple of days. We arrived just after a big storm and everything was freshly blanketed in fine powder snow. It was beautiful. I also took way more pictures than this, but our computer finally met an untimely death (sad trumpets!) and we can't retrieve any photos until we replace it.



We took Rusty with us because last time we took Heylove out of town, the poor thing nervously shook the entire time and didn't eat, drink or pee almost the whole trip. At the end of that trip, I was so worried about her, I started twitching too. Anxious not to relive that again, we left her in town with family and brought Mr. Meatball instead. He was the best traveling dog on this trip. He loved the car ride, he peed at rest stops, he ate, drank, napped, behaved very well off-leash and went absolutely bananas chasing snow balls. It was such a relief and a joy to bring him with us. This is what having a real dog must be like*!



Ira had a blast in the snow. We made snow angels, we galloped around up to our knees pretending to be snow dogs. We threw baby carrots for the horses and snow balls for Rusty. We took an afternoon to try cross country skiing. I loved it, but Ira had a little difficulty staying upright and began to get frustrated. He got better towards the end, especially once we had lunch. His metabolism is that of a mosquito and if he doesn't have a snack at the ready, then he turns into a tantrum-throwing honey badger. I always try to keep a kid's energy bar in my purse, but when we're traveling and our routine is disrupted, it's tougher to remember this stuff. Really though, if you're ever hungry and you see me carrying my giant mom purse, just ask me if I have bag of almonds or some room-temperature string cheese. Chances are, I got you covered. And if you need a wet-wipe after, I got that too.




*I realize Heylove is a real dog, but she's so person-like, it's easy to think of her as a little, anxious human covered in fur.

What if...

Kittens Having Kittens imagined band one-sheet.

We finished up a weekend of recording a couple of songs with the help of some skilled individuals, of course. Soon come the finishing touches and maybe some performance of some type. We just need a few more songs. Then - world domination. It's all a matter of time.