…Oliver Pancake frolics in the snow and destroys the bushes and trees in the yard!
Tonight I am celebrating Christmas with my daddy, brother, and sister. Oliver Pancake will also be joining us. He gets to chew open one of his gifts. (A stuffed bear from Santa Paws…shhhhh, don’t tell him.)
Did someone say Christmas cookies, Christmas Vacation, and Christmas cocktails?
Admittedly, Oliver Pancake has his own stocking. It is currently empty. We have yet to purchase any presents specifically for him. But I want to buy him some fun new toys. I mentioned this to a friend, and she said it was weird to buy Christmas presents for your pets. I tend to disagree.
He spent the morning whining and brooding around the house. Apparently he is one pissed off puppy. I cannot really blame him. I would be upset too if I was being castrated in less than two hours.
I tried to reassure him that having all his manhood was overrated anyway. Plus, having little Oliver Pancake’s running around would seriously cramp his bachelor lifestyle. He flipped me the paw instead.
Please sprinkle some fairy dust for our little guy. His surgery is more invasive than most spay/neuter procedures because he is cryptorchid.
ETA: Oliver survived his surgery. He has to wear a cone on his head for the next ten days. He hates us.
To my darling, sweet, patient, caring, loving, hilarious Mr. Mojito,
HAPPY 26TH BIRTHDAY!
You have an odd sense of humor (are you really going to make me watch Men Who Stare at Goats?!?), an unhealthy love for the Dallas Cowboys and Snoopy, and a certifiable addiction to chips and salsa. You are a beer snob, a master at dubbing voices for cartoon characters, and strangely overprotective of your 2000 Chevy Malibu.
But you also have a quiet, gentle heart and a loving soul. You, along with my dads, are the best man I know.
This year Halloween was a total bust. COMPLETE FAIL!
Let me preface this by saying we live in suburbia Dallas. Or in layman’s terms, we live in family land. You know, the place where there are more children in a square inch than there are ants. You would think Halloween would be their version of paradise.
We bought a shit ton of candy thinking we would have trick-or-treaters knocking down our door, storming through our house and raiding our pantry. WRONG. We did not have a single trick-or-treater. NOT.A.ONE. No comic book characters or pumpkins or ghosts or witches or food condiments or Disney princesses. Nada. Zero. Zilch.
What the hell happened? Don’t kids go trick-or-treating anymore? Should we have just left the unattended candy bowl on our front porch and hoped for the best?
AND only my parents got to see cute little Oliver dressed up as Charlie Brown, complete with his own baseball. Sigh…
Oliver, Mr. Mojito, and I spent this past Sunday morning with the wonderful and talented Nicole Mlakar Livingston walking around the Bishop Arts District taking photos and generally having a kick ass time. (If you are interested in pet photos I HIGHLY recommend Nicole. She is AMAZING!)
Oliver Pancake is one freaking adorable puppy if I do say so myself! {toot, toot}
Now if only we could get him a modeling contract…kidding. Or am I?
1. Oliver spent the week getting ready for his glamour shots. Puppy photos are Sunday! Woot.
2. I went to EVERY Ann Taylor Loft store in the DFW area yesterday looking for a sweater for said puppy photos and NONE of them have it in stock even though it is online and it does NOT say it is an online item only. Grrrrrr.
3. Last night I completed class 1 of 6 in the creative writing program I am in. YESSSSSS!!
4. I am getting my hair cut and highlighted today. While these things are much needed, I am distraught that my hair is no longer naturally platinum blonde. Sigh…
5. Yesterday at Starbucks I saw a woman wearing toe socks (they were pink with yellow polka dots) with cobalt blue peep-toe stilettos. Is this a new trend I missed?
Side note: Chapter 17 of Somewhere In Between Us has been posted. Happy reading!
My sweet, cuddly, loving puppy has officially become a full-fledged hormonal teenager in the blink of an eye.
Mr. Mojito’s grandparents bought us an Oliver Pancake look-alike stuffed animal. Wonderful idea in theory. BAD IDEA in practice.
Oliver will not stop molesting it. At first all he did was chew on it, but as of today he has discovered the basics of the birds and the bees, only he is dry humping a stuffed dog that is both male and bigger in size than his tiny body. Awesome. Hopefully getting him neutered will solve this problem.
This video doesn’t show any full on dry humping, but I thought it was cute nonetheless. If I can catch him in the act on camera I will be sure to post it. I am afraid I have a porn star in the making.
Also, we are officially getting puppy pictures taken in October from the talented and wonderful Nicole Mlakar-Livingston! Woot!
And finally thank you to everyone who entered my Gap Born to Fit $50 gift card giveaway! I put over 200 names in a random number generator.
Drumroll please…
The winner is Rachel from In No Simple Language! Rachel, please email me your mailing address so I can get your gift card sent to you ASAP!
Before I gush over pretty paper and Oliver, I have to give a shout out to Princess Tartini and SNL. Two of my very best friends have decided to jump on the blogging bandwagon!! Check them out at Tartinis & Tea!! I promise your side will be in constant pain from laughing so hard.
Moving onward…
I am taking a page out of my dear friend Kate’s book and showcasing some pretty paper! I know it is not Thursday, but I was too excited to wait to post it.
Now that our little family has a cuddly and hilarious new addition, what better way to celebrate than with stationary?
The wonderful and talented Ashley Brooke designed these fold-over cards for us! I also ordered some green-lined, natural kraft envelopes to pull everything together!