Narcoleptic Dogs And Cute-Patutie Nieces

Well, what an eventful week!
I haven't written anything this week for a couple reasons:
A) I didn't want to be the Debbie Downer of the blogging world
B) I wasn't feeling very motivated
C) I've been rather consumed with matters of the family...dog family that is.

But let me catch you up a bit:
Matt & I went to the Lake house at Possum Kingdom last weekend 
with my brother, David, his wife, Misty, and our cousin, John,
Channing, my pup, and Roxi, their pup.
We had a lovely time of relaxation and fishing and reading.
The Lake House is usually pretty restful
(unless we're all cooped in the house with 7 kids and it rains all weekend
like my birthday 2 years ago...)
The boys caught at least 60 fish, 40 of which we fried up for dinner that night.
Nothing like catching and preparing your own food!
This pic tried to capture Matt on all fours in front of the door teaching Zane how
to prepare a "surprise attack" for his bully of an older brother.
Oh, the wisdom our children shall glean from their father.

I also got to keep the twins last week here at the office where they watched 
Mickey Mouse Clubhouse, Winnie the Poooooh (enunciated just like that),
ate goldfish, colored, and played "Anger Birds".
NOT Angry Birds, mind you!

This is the pose for picture-taking

Zoey said, "GiGi, you have Toms? I have Toms!"
And then, I got to keep Hurley Rae a few times. She is soooooooooo thaetrical!







 Now, the family matters that have plagued our household this month...
Channing's health.
Long story very very short:
He has narcolepsy.
Not the cute, funny type where he falls asleep while running.
The debilitating, rare kind that almost killed him this week.
He's on meds, he's doing better, and I have the BEST vet EVER!
Dr. Christina Fletcher of Animal Medical of Wolfforth.
Absolutely awesome!
This is a picture of him asleep with his head resting on the bottom rung of the chair...
Yes, you can laugh at this one...:)

On a very side note, I had to wait for the locksmith to change our locks on our building downtown,
and had some time to kill, so I visited McPherson Cellars.
This is now my favorite place in town.
Happy Weekend, everyone!

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

The Art of Talking to a Pregnant Woman

I have previously written about peoples' funny comments to me which I thought were endearing and quirky so far. This last week, some of those comments crossed into the "that's none of your business" category. Pre-pregnancy I never posted one picture or video of what I do at CrossFit. Frankly, it's awkward to me to ask my coach, "Can you video me making funny faces and grunting while lifting this man wight? Thanks." But since I'm still lifting and doing CF during my pregnancy, I am proud of myself and wanted to show "the world" (i.e. Facebook) what it looks like for a pregnant woman to do CF. (b/c it's becoming more and more comical) With my first video, I had all positive comments. Lots of women my age really wish they would've continued working out during their pregnancy and vow to do so the next time around. Lots of women were so sick, they couldn't even think of working out. Since I've had s...
Read more

First Blog Ever!!!!!!!!

I have serious doubts about my current writing ability post-college; therefore, my first blog will consist of a story I wrote in my Creative Writing class my Junior year at Tech. Don't be concerned because of the seemingly violent nature of the story...it's just a story. I don't need therapy...anyway. Enjoy~ Sweat dampened Arria's flannel pajamas as her bed sheets tightened around her in a constricting hold. Arms and emotions flailed in a frenzy of anxiety and hatred. Yet amidst all the confusion, she held the gun steadily as he stood, hysterical before her. All the pain he put her through, all the love and despise that consumed her accumulated in this one moment, and just as she pulled the trigger… Arria bolted upright as she remembered the same dream, the same ending, and the same loneliness. Rain and ice pummeled the roof of her red brick house; held back only by the careless, overbearing oak trees. She stepped onto her balcony unaware of the ferocity of ...
Read more

Piercings, Puppies and Push-Ups

Image
Yes, it has been 2 months since I've written. No, I haven't been living under a rock during that time. I admitted at the beginning of this blogging adventure that I'm not consistent with it and that it overwhelms me.  For all those non-bloggers out there, blogging is challenging. I find that I look at experiences in the light of, "Oh, my readers would like this!" or "What have I learned from this that I can write about?" Obviously, it's much easier to just coast through normal, boring days and even eventful, trying days without a time of retrospection. So, I am coming forth and admitting that I have coasted through the last 2 months, but alas, I am ready to confront life again with an inquisitive mind! For many people, inquisition is natural. For me, Questioning is NOT the norm! I take them as they are, and rarely think of them again. I forget arguments Matt & I have once apologies and forgiveness are traded. Th...
Read more