And somehow flickr wants it on a separate post.
So here it is.
Suck it, flickr.
Thursday, December 2, 2010
Moving is quickly becoming an annual thing around here
News on the Emma front:
Horsey Girl had her first band concert. It was spectacular, with geese honking sound effects and lots of little feet swinging in time to the music under chairs that were just too big for one particular fifty-two pound ten year-old. I was such the proud mama!
The next night I was sitting at my computer desk tooling around on the internet when Emma came giggling into my room. She ducked below the edge of my desk, told me not to look and then sprang into the air next to me. "Look Mom, I'm a NUN!"
Apparently a nun obsession is hereditary. (Flute playing makes for very chapped lips!)
She's the tiny girl in the red headband RIGHT behind the microphone. Pardon the extreme close-up of Random Woman's cheek and Male Pattern Baldness' scalp. We can all hope that someday I will become less of a loser and get a real camera with a zoom lens.
We have begun the move to our new house. Emma is handling this move MUCH better than the last one, probably due to the absence of a dad preparing to leave the country and also the fact that our new house is full of AWESOME! (Cherry cabinets, granite counter tops, travertine floors, pool with waterfall! Hell yeah!) We got our keys yesterday and spent the whole day doing....well, I'm not even sure what we accomplished. I cleaned the bathrooms and kitchen (thanks Mom!) and Chad moved a bunch of assorted junk over from the garage but truthfully by the time the sun went down it pretty much looked the same as it did at the beginning of the day. We've got a bunch of army guys and some friends helping move the rest this weekend in exchange for the customary beer and pizza.
Winston, on the other hand, is NOT handling the move. He's such the little weirdo anyway, but he's taken to randomly destroying newspapers, shredding packing boxes with his front paws when our backs are turned and basically throwing stompy temper tantrums in his old man way. Destructive behavior among dogs is nothing new, I'm fully aware, but for the love of ganja the guy is almost fourteen so you'd think he'd mellow out about this whole thing. Yesterday all the dogs got loose, owing to a forgotten open gate as we left for the new house, and when I returned I discovered two very familiar-looking dogs dumpster-diving a few streets over. Winston, however, was nowhere to be found. My mom and I searched and called for what seemed like an hour and finally located him in an older lady's garage three streets away in the OTHER direction from the rest of the pack, contentedly peering at her and the kids that came to check him out. I picked him up and instead of any kind of happy dog reunion he kind of looked at me like WHATEVER WOMAN. I know he's a stoic little boy but SHEESH a little gratitude would have been worth my tears over the thought of him alone in the cold. The little punk.
I'm sure some more dog shivomit is in my future.
Horsey Girl had her first band concert. It was spectacular, with geese honking sound effects and lots of little feet swinging in time to the music under chairs that were just too big for one particular fifty-two pound ten year-old. I was such the proud mama!
The next night I was sitting at my computer desk tooling around on the internet when Emma came giggling into my room. She ducked below the edge of my desk, told me not to look and then sprang into the air next to me. "Look Mom, I'm a NUN!"
Apparently a nun obsession is hereditary. (Flute playing makes for very chapped lips!)
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She's the tiny girl in the red headband RIGHT behind the microphone. Pardon the extreme close-up of Random Woman's cheek and Male Pattern Baldness' scalp. We can all hope that someday I will become less of a loser and get a real camera with a zoom lens.
We have begun the move to our new house. Emma is handling this move MUCH better than the last one, probably due to the absence of a dad preparing to leave the country and also the fact that our new house is full of AWESOME! (Cherry cabinets, granite counter tops, travertine floors, pool with waterfall! Hell yeah!) We got our keys yesterday and spent the whole day doing....well, I'm not even sure what we accomplished. I cleaned the bathrooms and kitchen (thanks Mom!) and Chad moved a bunch of assorted junk over from the garage but truthfully by the time the sun went down it pretty much looked the same as it did at the beginning of the day. We've got a bunch of army guys and some friends helping move the rest this weekend in exchange for the customary beer and pizza.
Winston, on the other hand, is NOT handling the move. He's such the little weirdo anyway, but he's taken to randomly destroying newspapers, shredding packing boxes with his front paws when our backs are turned and basically throwing stompy temper tantrums in his old man way. Destructive behavior among dogs is nothing new, I'm fully aware, but for the love of ganja the guy is almost fourteen so you'd think he'd mellow out about this whole thing. Yesterday all the dogs got loose, owing to a forgotten open gate as we left for the new house, and when I returned I discovered two very familiar-looking dogs dumpster-diving a few streets over. Winston, however, was nowhere to be found. My mom and I searched and called for what seemed like an hour and finally located him in an older lady's garage three streets away in the OTHER direction from the rest of the pack, contentedly peering at her and the kids that came to check him out. I picked him up and instead of any kind of happy dog reunion he kind of looked at me like WHATEVER WOMAN. I know he's a stoic little boy but SHEESH a little gratitude would have been worth my tears over the thought of him alone in the cold. The little punk.
I'm sure some more dog shivomit is in my future.
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