Wednesday, July 22, 2009

A New Family Member

We decided to go look at puppies at the Shelter yesterday and fell in love with a 7 month old, female, American Staffordshire Terrier. Yes ... a breed of Pit Bull. But she is the most amazing puppy I have ever met. She doesn't nip or growl, I don't think I've heard her even bark. She's very relaxed and let me touch her face and was even able to take toys out of her mouth. Today I visited her for 45 minutes at the Shelter's dog yard and she became Ashton's little protector. If he wandered too far she was over there checking on him and when he was at the gate trying to escape she went to try to bring him back. She already does great on a leash and plays fetch which I never was able to get my other dog, a femal border collie, to do. Unfortunately we can't bring her home until Saturday. She was seized from her previous owner who I can only assume was breeding Pit Bulls for fighting purposes. Therefore the city laws require her to go straight to the vet to be spayed then we can pick her up first thing Saturday morning. With any luck she'll have a great recovery and we can pick her up Friday night . This little lady is not a fighter and I'm happy to rescue her from the horrible life she was almost forced into. I understand the fear people have of pit bulls but they are not born mean, it's 100% in their raising and only horrible people raise their dogs to fight. I know I will be criticized for choosing a Pit Bull with a toddler in the house but until you meet her, you just won't understand. I don't think she would hurt a fly. Now if only we could think of the perfect name for her...

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Put Your Affairs in Order

The doctor, after an examination, sighed and said, 'I've got some bad news. You have cancer, and you'd best put your affairs in order.' The woman was shocked, but managed to compose herself and walk into the waiting room where her daughter had been waiting.

'Well, daughter, we women celebrate when things are good,and we celebrate when things don't go so well. In this case, things aren't well. I have cancer. So, let's head to the club and have a martini.' After 3 or 4 martinis, the two were feeling a little less somber. There were some laughs and more martinis.They were eventually approached by some of the woman's old friends, who were curious as to what the two were celebrating. The woman told her friends they were drinking to her impending end, 'I've been diagnosed with AIDS.' The friends were aghast, gave the woman their condolences and beat a hasty retreat.

After the friends left, the woman's daughter leaned over and whispered, 'Momma, I thought you said you were dying of cancer, and you just told your friends you were dying of AIDS! Why did you do that??'

'Because I don't want any of those bitches sleeping with your father after I'm gone.'

And THAT, my friends, is what is called, 'Putting Your Affairs In Order.'

Sunday, July 12, 2009

Some Canada Day Photos

We went to the park for a bit during the day for the Canada Day festivities, Ashton got tuckered out pretty fast so we went home for the second nap of the day. We went back in the evening for the fireworks. He was a little scared of the fireworks though.
Ashton with the firetruck and in the fire truck at the Canada Day festivities.

Wednesday, July 8, 2009

Sick by Shel Silverstein

"I cannot go to school today,"
Said little Peggy Ann McKay.
"I have the measles and the mumps,
A gash, a rash and purple bumps.
My mouth is wet, my throat is dry,
I'm going blind in my right eye.
My tonsils are as big as rocks,
I've counted sixteen chicken pox
And there's one more--that's seventeen,
And don't you think my face looks green?
My leg is cut--my eyes are blue--
It might be instamatic flu.
I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke,
I'm sure that my left leg is broke--
My hip hurts when I move my chin,
My belly button's caving in,
My back is wrenched, my ankle's sprained,
My 'pendix pains each time it rains.
My nose is cold, my toes are numb.
I have a sliver in my thumb.
My neck is stiff, my voice is weak,
I hardly whisper when I speak.
My tongue is filling up my mouth,
I think my hair is falling out.
My elbow's bent, my spine ain't straight,
My temperature is one-o-eight.
My brain is shrunk, I cannot hear,
There is a hole inside my ear.
I have a hangnail, and my heart is--what?
What's that? What's that you say?
You say today is. . .Saturday?
G'bye, I'm going out to play!"

Ashton's First Year

I've compiled a few photos to see how Ashton changed in his first year. Once he officially turns 2 I will compile his second year photos. I have very few photos from his first 3 months because I didn't have a great camera. I didn't realize I had so few, I will have to see if I can get some from other people.
August 2007
Still in the hospital
Two Days Old
The first night home

One Week Old
Showing off his muscles.

November 2007
Isn't he just the cutest?

December 2007
Ashton in the tummy tub. It's a hippy thing.

January 2008
All smiles and just learning to sit on his own.

February 2008
Six Month Photos - by me of course!

March 2008
Who's child is this?

April 2008
Sporting the mohawk.

May 2008
Sleep, A very rare occurrence in his first year. I litterally pushed the stroller around in circles in our apartment living room to get him to fall asleep.

June 2008
Already has in interest in Computers. He's starting his own blog here.

July 2008
All dressed up for Kelly & Krysta's wedding. He was just learning to walk around this time.

August 2008
Licking the beaters from his first birthday cake icing. Look at those crazy curls.

Welcome to Coffee Time

In this world of technology, face to face contact is seemingly lost. Even the house phone is becoming a thing of the past. Cell phones are no longer phones but "smart devices" where one can text, facebook, twitter or tweet and now even avoid drunk texts with a smart feature that disables you-know-who's phone numbers after a certain time in the day. We don't need highschool reunions anymore, just look up your highschool on facebook and you can instantly catch up with all your frenemies. Avoid stop n chats by updating your relationship status and weight gain tracker frequently. By the way, have you seen Jane's new profile picture? What was she thinking?

So here's to technology. A virtual coffee time. A place for me to update you on my life, let you in on all the latest gossip, and share my pictures (since developing is so last century). Welcome to Cafe Pixel.