tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87201142012-01-27T09:21:34.727-08:00I let the dogs out. It was me..me..me..me...uh, me. Stop asking.Stinkydoghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12896524900433989160noreply@blogger.comBlogger17661100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720114.post-7140825645455298282012-01-27T09:21:00.000-08:002012-01-27T09:21:34.736-08:00

Happy Birthday Damn Gram! The boys can't wait to see you in a couple of weeks!

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Everyone I know in Austin is bumbling around bleary-eyed due to lack of sleep today caused by the spectacular thunderstorms we had rolling through town last night. I know all my friends and family who live in places where it rains more than 3 inches a year are probably rolling their eyes and starting a sentence that begins something like, OH YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT RAIN IS—And let me just stop

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We are still in recovery mode from Rowan's First Birthday. Sam made approximately 587 gallons of homemade chili (give or take) for Frito Chili Pie. There were cake balls. Lots and lots of cake balls. (a fair amount of them consumed by Mr. Bean, judging by the, uh, lawn deposits today).  We killed a half keg in about 2 hours and the puppies were played with so much they took a break from waking me

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I kid you not,  3 days after the first teeth, Ro picks his actual birthday to decide to start walking... It's like he all of a sudden figured out he's going to have to stop being a BABY at some point. Psssh, no you don't. Mama says.

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Thank you, Blogger, for reminding me that I am an idiot. Every time I go to log in here (which, granted, isn't as often these days), I keep entering in my old password. And then I get this somewhat snitty reminder IN RED that "you changed your password 46 days ago." Um, ok, what else was I doing 46 days ago? Huh? What, was I helping birth puppies? Christmas Shopping for my precious children?

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Ladies and Gentlemen, three days shy of his First Birthday, Rowan Archer Hovland has gotten his very first tooth. Thank GOD one of these came in sometime before college. Now if we can just get the preternatural screeching to stop, we'll be all set.

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Six Weeks. It's gettin' serious up in here.

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You know, it isnt the first aerobics class in 3 years that kills you. That first one, while maybe not EASY, is fueled by a certain giddiness that drowns out the crrrrreeeeeaaaatttcchh sound your bones are making. You're able to flail around with sufficient momentum to get you at least through the first 30 minutes, as long as you don't completely stop and look bewilderingly at the person next to

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 So, the puppies are 4 weeks, almost 5 weeks old now. Instead of spending all their time sleeping, they do ridiculous things like kiss each other on the ears. And then they fall right back asleep.  Wait, here's a cuddle enhance.  They're pretty ridiculous.  

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Hey, yes well. Um Happy New Year! I know, it's been a while. I'm not even going to try and catch up. Just know that our last couple of weeks involved a lot of Robot Penguins and exploding puppies and I am really only kidding about one of those. Have you made any resolutions? One of mine was to write in this blog every day, so you can see how well that is going. I have others that involve

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 Jesus. that was fast.  This morning as I was getting ready for work, I put Rowan in his baby stockade so I could get dressed. He was fussy as he has been this whole week after VomitCon 2011. I don't blame him--I've not been feeling all that hot, myself, and it's just hard when you're trying to do twenty things before heading out the door at 7am and you can't stop and cuddle him like he

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To my sister, Got your package for the boys today: Ha. Ha. Verrrrry funny. You are hilarious. And by hilarious, I mean: CRUEL. Just know that while I may not be able to get you back tomorrow, or the next day or anytime during the next three presidential terms , you will regret this 14 years from now when your nephew joins a Don Ho tribute punk band named Tiny Acid Bubbles. I am going to book

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I fried my laptop, so that's why you haven't been getting blog posts. I know. You missed me, right? It's been a few days.  I keep trying to find other ways to log in, but we're blocked at work and I can't find an app for Blogger for the Ipod Touch (does one exist?) I keep thinking of logging in at night after the boys go to sleep, but honestly, this is the first time I've been awake past 9:30 in

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I would like to say congratulations to my husband on the 25th Anniversary of his 16th Birthday. the date on the back of this says August 1987. Hee! And here's to 41 more! 

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yeah, so THIS happened on Friday.. Actually, it's kind of a funny story. OK, no, no it isn't. Mama Luna started making like she was going to start having puppies on Wednesday. Only, she didn't. And not on Thursday either. (if you want to know what I mean by "make like she was going to start having puppies," I could tell you, but let's.. not.).  So, by Friday we were in a bit of a

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At the indoor playground: It's one of those jungle gym, get lost in the climbing tubes til you figure out where the slide is,  overrun with about twenty little boys ranging from toddler to probably 7, so it smells like wet socks and is INCREDIBLY LOUD.  I keep hearing the older kids referring to "the screaming baby." They're plotting ways to hide from The Screaming Baby, as in "Don't go down

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My beautiful bright eyed Rowan the Red is 10 months old today.  He's got some serious peepers going on here.  And yet, not a single toof in his head.  No really. Not a one.  But that's ok, Ro Ro. I don't mind if you stay like this forever.  Eh, on second thought, maybe a tooth some time before kindergarten?  But you still make a pretty good drunk. 

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We have a new little foster at our house. Her name is Luna and she is hugely pregnant. She keeps giving me this look. I feel ya, sister. I really do.

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Today marks the second time in less than a month that I've been attacked by an old person in a parking lot. Honestly, I'm not sure exactly what's going on here, but I believe I may be unintentionally emitting some sort of pheromone that pisses the hell out of your grandmother.Case #1 A few weeks ago, I was circling for a parking spot in front of Walmart (I know, hint number 1 right there

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You'll have to excuse the radio silence, I'm still trying to unlock my jaw from where I clenched it so hard in irritation yesterday, I think it got stuck. On one hand, I can still mutter a "take the 'od-dam pith-ur" without moving my lower jaw, on the other hand: my teeth might be shattering. So yeah: Family Christmas Photo Time! [bangs head on hard object].  Apparently, it's been a

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hey, do yall remember when we spent a harrowing nine months during which one of our dogs actively tried to kill the other on a regular basis? Yeah. I don't miss that. Charlotte still lives, by the way. (Georgia doesn't, It wasn't Charlotte's fault, at least ). Sigh. No justice. It's what we're discussing today from zee dog blog. Ask a foster mom: Boy or Girl?

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Since I know how much you love to read about my dog's eating their own Ca-Ca, we've established a whole new blog for it! HA. Kidding. It's not just about ca-ca eating. (Although technically, since there are only 3 entries so far, it's fair to say that it's 33% PERCENT about ca-ca eating..).  The Dog On It blog is part of the rescue group's new site roll-out. In it I hope to share all the

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There was this amazing Storycorp interview on NPR this morning with lady who had a stroke while undergoing brain surgery a few years ago. As a result of the stroke, she has no short term memory to the point where she has to always have a notecard with her that reminds her of what date it is, where she lives and whether she's eaten lunch (a la Memento). That wasn't what was amazing about it,

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I am not the world's most patient person. For the love of my child, I try. Still, if I never have this conversation again, it will be too soon. Me: Hop, you need to go potty?   Hopper: NOPE. Me: you sure?   Hopper:NOOoooooo 30 minutes later: Me: Hopper, you want to go sit on the potty?   Hopper: NONONONONONONONO   Me: are you sure?   Hopper: DONWANNIT 10minutes later: Me: Hop, let's go sit on

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Today is my mom's birthday. She's 69 this year! What's crazy is that I remember when my mom turned my age, I was 11. She didn't seem like an old lady then and she still doesn't now. A little crazy, perhaps..ha ha (JUST KIDDING MOM). Love you!

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If you are not already watching the smutty, gross awesomeness that is American Horror Story on FX, I recommend you fix that...with a caveat (or two). 1). it's by the Glee guy, yes, but NO. It is not happy in any way. There is no singing. 2). Did I mention smutty? It's a little smutty. 3) And GROSS. There is just enough carnage on this show to make this on the very edge of where I can go

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Rowan's costume. There's a halo, but he wouldn't stop trying to eat it. The horn has drool on it, too.

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real quick because I'm headed out the door to go party down with ten 2 year olds, but I promised I'd post a picture of my costume. So here you go. Do you get it? I'm Motha Stewart.

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I know it's not the world's most original costume, but considering the first three (uh yes, THREE) we tried resulted in red-faced screaming I DONWANNIT and/or operatic rendering of garments and/or flat out HIDING when approached with said costume, I'm feeling pretty damned lucky that we were able to walk straight into Savers amid 5000 other harried parents and kids and Hopper ripped this off the

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for your viewing pleasure, a few shots of Rowan happily burbling on top of a pile of pumpkins because he doesn't really care where you might precariously perch him, he's just that jolly. And now I will attempt to find at least one photo of Hopper in the same pumpkin patch where he is not attempting to climb on, poke holes into or hurtle anything. I think I maybe got one of those. It's

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Ok, so my dad texted me a picture of his Halloween costume this past weekend, and I... ok, I need some help here. Take a look:What is he supposed to be? Razorback Elvis? And why is he doing the Cosby dance? Or is that just how his arms naturally go now when a camera flash goes off? Are those... PEANUTS on his jacket? Or did he park under a tree of particularly constipated birds? WHAT IS GOING ON

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When I first told people I was pregnant with my firstborn, more than a few of of my friends told me that my years of fostering orphan dogs had given me lots of preparation for what lay ahead being a first time parent. I want you to know that I nodded my head in agreement and thought, "Hmm, that's true, I DO know what it's like to care for things." I like to think of that period of time in my life

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You know, I've been wracking my brain for the last 3 weeks months trying to figure out what to dress up as for Halloween. Yeah. I know: first-world problem. Also, It's not as if I have huge Halloween parties to prepare for. There's, um, one with seven 2 year olds? That's a biggie, right? And you know, there's that whole trick-or-treating for what will probably only last for about a block and a

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This is the song I was caught car dancing to on my way in to work this morning:it's a catchy little thing, aint it?

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Ok, I know I used to blog like every day and you guys got to see what all I was doing all time and what sorts of things I was into or not into and if I got busy then I'd post one of those "Look! A Shiny Object!" Distraction posts such as pictures of my kids doing something cute or a youtube video of someone else's dog wearing mittens or something (admittedly, those could have used some work). And

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If you received a text from me this weekend, you should know thata). I never text. Ever. I hate texting. In fact, when you send me a text it sits there in my inbox for up to six months until I finally remember that I actually have texting enabled on my phone and remember to look. You'd reach me faster if you taped a note on to the back of a GPS-enabled tortoise. and b). I wouldn't write: HOPPR

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Happy Birthday to my sister Robyn! I want you to know that even though it's been a year with some big ups and downs, you should always be grateful that at least you no longer look like Doug Henning:Just think of all the pictures I could have used! Have a great 42nd, see you soon!

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Did you know that tomorrow it's 100 days til Christmas? And only 45 days til Halloween. And then after that it's Rowan's birthday and right after that, Hopper leaves for college. Gack. Ok, maybe first things first: what to do for Halloween? You know, I have approximately (negative)-73 crafty bones in my body. We'll that's not true, I AM crafty, what I AM NOT is crafty-capable. Meaning, I can

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oh, how we've missed you, Quacky.

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Love this.if you must take on Patsy, this is a pretty good way to do it.

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This is a billboard currently up on South First Street. Maybe you've seen it. If not, let me share: It's an ad for Laser Hair Removal that features a maze made of what one can only assume is meant to be pubic hair and the words: "Help Him Find His Way." Now, as you may or may not know, I am ALL FOR Free Speech. Therefore, I won't rant about who or what OK'ed this for a well-travelled street

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I may or may not have taken the scissors and given my son a quick, imperceptible trim that resulted in something like this: Or this. It seemed like a good idea at the time. And you now, if you put product in his hair, it even looks a little rock-n-roll... OK, FINE. We'll get it fixed.

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Hopper: Knock Knock! Me: Who's There? Hopper; KNOCK KNOCK Me: Who's there? Hopper: knockknockknockknocknockknockknockknockknockknockknock Me: Yep, honey, WHO'S THERE? Hopper: NO ONES!!! *laughs hysterically* Yeeeah. We gotta work on that.

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Meredith, Courtney and I became friends our freshman year of high school when we were 14 years old. We met in Coach Cheeto's gym class. (I should probably feel bad that I don't remember Coach Cheeto's real name...ummm, Sherry? Shirona?? ShimmishimmiCocoPuff? Gah). We stayed friends through college, adventures with nuns, moving away, moving back, moving away again, getting engaged, getting

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Today, I'm not thinking about THE RECORD. I am consciously making an effort to pretend I don't live in a city that amounts to an effing OVEN, even if that oven has good live music. I will talk to my mom in Little Rock and complain about it and she will say, "Oh, I know, it was 113 here last week." And I'm like, No, YOU DON'T KNOW. You guys have experienced super hot over 100 temps for all of

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> So yeah, seven months! what? I KNOW. Without a doubt this has been the fastest year of my life. And this past month in particular we've just seen SO MANY changes in everything Ro does and is. Like how he went from a baby who could barely sit up on his own to waking up one morning and realizing: "LIMBS! I'VE GOT'EM!" and "A MOUF! I CAN SHOVE THIS IN MY MOUF!!" Like, remember how

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lee 001, a photo by leeble1 on Flickr.Happy Anniversary to the Munchkin I married four years ago today! We've gotten a lot accomplished in the last four years.. Just think of what we'll do when we get more than 3 1/2 hours of sleep at night.

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Hopper is currently running around in circles in the living room yelling what sounds to me like "BOOM-FART" over and over. While I am aware that this may actually be what he is saying, I am open to the possibility that maybe his 2 year old language skills just aren't allowing him to express what he actually means. After all, this is the same child, who when faced with any obstacle looks at us and

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Happy Birthday to my BFF Courtney! Now yer old, just like me. Here's to another 26 years of everything that makes our friendship awesome. LoVE!

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Bechamel and his ridiculous ears are going to their new home tomorrow. I know. It seems like I've had this puppy forever. It's been 2 months. Two very, very long months. Like, months must be on Jupiter. God speed, Besh.

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So, remember I said I was going to try and take a photo a day for an entire year? I'm sure you've seen people do this. These people normally have nice cameras and a good eye or at least interesting lives filled with travel to wonderful places. I, um, have a penchant for Instagram and decided lack of caffeination. But, you know, we do with what we have. Here are days 1-3 of My Year FortyThis is

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So...yeah. My birthday was a bit of a non-event this year. We had plans--several plans, actually, all which fell through the minute Little Ro was diagnosed with pneumonia Saturday morning after a long sleepless night of high fever.. I suppose I was a little disappointed, but honestly, nothing seems all that important at that point other than just getting the little guy better, you know? So maybe

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True Fact: babies are cute so they can get away with shit. Specifically, waking up at 4:15 in the morning to do nothing other than squawk, make cutesy face and wiggle their chubby little limbs at you as if to say, "LOOK AT HOW ADORABLE I AM OVER HERE WITH THE ARM FLAILING AND THE PRETERNATURAL SCREECHING, NO I DON'T WANT THE PACIFIER OR YOUR POOR EXCUSE FOR A BOTTLE, JUST LOOK AT ME, LOOOOOOOK AT

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Today is the last Monday of my 30's. It started out with a mysterious rash on my wrist and not being able to feel my right thumb for the first 45 minutes I was awake. Awesome. So anyway, yeah, GETTING OLD: I turn 40 on Sunday. I'm stealing a page from Mel's playbook and writing a list of 40 things I'd like to do this upcoming year. It's not a "Bucket List." A bucket list is a list of things you

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This song makes Rowan laugh. But then again, one of the dogs barfed this morning and he thought that was hysterical, so you know: the bar is LOW.

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Despite the fact that I left the photo place with about 350 more prints than I had intended to, I did manage to show some restraint. NOT MUCH, mind you, but some.. These are outtakes. I don't mean to brag, but dang, my kid is cute.

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It's our last morning here at the farm. Later on we get to try and find the 400 binkies and stray socks strewn about the house and pack it all up to head home. I feel fairly sure someone is going to find a hidden animal cracker here in about six months. The last couple of days have been nothing but eating grass (Rowan), learning how to say new things like "artichoke" and "hummingbird" and "I'm

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I have now entered the point of the vacation where I have no sense of what day it is. This could be Saturday for all I know, but I have a sneaking suspicion it isn't. Yesterday was a very lazy day. Put it this way, the day began and ended with naked jaunts in the brook and that was the extent of physical exertion. We spent the morning gorging ourselves over brunch at Aunt Amy's and watching

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Ok, I'm behind a little. Yesterday was a busy day because it was BEAR DAY to celebrate my father in law's 70th birthday. I thought I was taking photos all day long, but I forgot about the fact that my regular camera is covered in Rowan spit, so those are..uh..a little fuzzy and or unusable. Never fear, I'll be sure to get more shots of lush green things posthaste.This is my father in law before

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Today's farm morning was brought to you by the Buzerak's Garden. The Buzeraks live just down the street. They have something like 17 sons and very very large golden retrievers. Thank god all of them are sweet. Walking with Gram and DadAunt Em and Uncle Travis on the Buzerak's hill. These are some birch trees I saw on our walk over. We don't have birch trees in Austin, I don't think. Probably

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it's probably true that a SMARTER person would have maybe chosen to use the kitchen sink for a baby tub upon finding out that a shower is your only option at the farm, but then a SMARTER person wouldn't have gotten to see this. somebody likes the shoooowwwerrrr.

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Admittedly, I was getting a little excited that Hopper was turning out to look more and more like me with his big brown eyes.... til I saw these. these are not Hopper, by the way*. They're Sam at Hopper's age. *yeah, I know. that's a tall-boy. Apparently, some things never change.

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Oh hi! is this thing on? I know, I haven't been around. I was going a little nutty trying to get things done before we left town, speaking of which: WE LEFT TOWN! yayy! I don't know what it is this year, but I am just OVER the daily frying of Austin Summers. Good thing we opted to go somewhere where it was, like SIXTY degrees this morning. That's a 6 and an O. and DEW, as in, WATER on the green

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dear, sweet Jesus. FINALLY a version of The Wheels on the Bus that doesn't make me want to rip my own eyebrows off. This is major.

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There's a group of ladies at the daycare that are either working there or drop off the same time I'm there, so we see each other every weekday morning about the same time. Normally, it's "Hey, How's Rowan's Mama?" and I point to the large bags under my eyes and go "up since 4:30 am" and they chuckle and commiserate. And sometimes we talk about other things, like the incredibly stupid and/or

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Plinkies, you may remember, are blog topic prompts you can get sent to you via email from Plinky.com....assuming you are tired of talking about spitup and/or dog farts. (psh, like that happens). What do you wish you spent more time doing?Snoring softly in hammock hung between two very large shade trees with a nice cool breeze. Describe your best friend from childhood.My best friend from the time

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It rained last night. Like, REAL rain, not like the little *poof* of sprinkles that happened a couple of weeks ago that was so weak, most of it disappeared about 2 feet above the dessicated ground (yeah, that's right, I used "dessicated" for the 2nd time in a blog post in as many weeks, you know why? BECAUSE IT'S ALL DRY AND S@*T). Anyway, so in case you were curious, it rained for over 3 hours

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five months old today..

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Because you are probably tired of pictures of how cute my kids are (I know how tiresome their unrelenting adorableness can be), here photos of random crap I have run into lately1. This Bird. I know, he looks curious and friendly, right? Wrong. This bird is an idiot. I can only guess that he's from out of town or he ate some wonky tree fruit but this winged moron keeps running into my office

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Dad, I remember when your mustache was black...It must be all of that fast livin' you've been doing. Why don't you slow down--drink a beer, play quick draw with Matt Dillon on Gunsmoke and try and find some poor little grandkid who doesn't know the "Pull My Finger" game.. Oh wait, you already do all that. Well, then, just try and have a great Fathers Day--Love you! And to Mike, Thank you for

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you know, I haven't forgotten about Artful Mondays. In fact, I had one I was going to do for you guys today, but I spent a fairly large portion of my day yesterday ripping out carpet, prying up tile from 1973 and prepping floor for...I don't know what yet, but it's going to be good.( I'm working on putting together something cool for Hopper's Big Boy Room. I have a THEME! And it isn't "FUN WITH

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If this was Friday night, I wouldn't care that it's 10pm and I'm sitting here listening to Hop play his Leapfrog Guitar in the other room (in Spanish, btw) despite the fact that I've told him 527 times not to get out of his bed again. In fact, if it were Friday, I'd just let him stay up til Midnight if he wanted because then MAYBE, I'd be able to sleep past 5:30am the next morning. And if it were

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Look, I know you don't want to hear about my kid's bodily functions. Hell, I gave birth to them and I prefer not to think about it myself. But just so you know: there are CHANGES IN THE WIND at Ye Olde Doghouse. For one, Rowan has started on solids. And by "started on solids" I mean, we engage in this futile sort of activity every evening where I try to spoon an oatmeal cereal mixture into his

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This song made me want a nice big margarita on the rocks (no salt) on a Monday afternoon...even more so than I usually want one.

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Imaginary Conversations between Rowan and Bechamel*, Part One:B: Dude, Is that smell coming from your HEAD? or your diaper? B: I mean, REALLY.. R: Whatever, dude, who ever smelt it, dealt it. B: Blaaaerrrggh.(cut short so I can extricate puppy's head from infant death grip).*oh yeah, his name is Bechamel. Like the sauce.

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How does one know when you've been Ooofed? Well, here's your first clue:and then you find out that this tiny baby is away from his mama way, way too early because some jackhole abandoned him at an emergency vet clinic. Didn't even bother to walk him inside, just left him in a box on the doorstep....because he has a lame leg ...and he is so filthy, dirty and covered in fleas that you absolutely

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You know how in criminal trials, sometimes they use the suspects' internet histories as evidence against them? For example, it's hard to try and pull off your innocence in your Rich Aunt Maybelle's Murder if you spent all your time googling "deadly poisons that don't make coffee taste funny" or "how to shove someone down stairs". Well, I can tell you that while we're not at the criminal stage yet

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My sister mentioned earlier this week that I seem to have a lot of photos of my baby looking drunk. I want you to know that I have no idea what she's talking about.In fact, I am shocked and offended she would think such a thing. OK, fine, would you rather I show you Poop Face? because he does this one a quite a bit too.

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DeutchenPfest was pretty darn fun despite oppressive heat, a near bunny maiming, a harrowing nausea incident on the kiddie airplane ride, and a lackluster puppet theater performance, thereby proving something I have long suspected: everything is better with non-stop Polka music.

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Happy Thursday! But..what happened to Tuesday and Wednesday? Every time I turn around, it's like five days later or something. Rabble scrabble, lack of sleep. How is your week? Mine is STUPID. Stupid work, stupid deadlines, stupid salesmen who try and try to talk for OVER AN HOUR AND A HALF about how wonderfully delicious your water can be, if only you have this $7000 dollar water filter

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Here is my impression of Rowan's last 48 hours. Someone's going through a grooooowwwth spurrrt.

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From Rowan's daily update from daycare: words to strike fear in a mother's heart..I suppose this means we can't leave him perched on the countertops anymore..

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here is a weeks' worth of Plinky Prompts in 30 seconds or less (that is, me answering them in 30 seconds or less, not you reading. Take your time, slowpoke). Describe what perfect weather means to you:I have a very clear memory of being about 8 years old, sitting on our porch, eating a popsicle and it was warm enough that I was wearing shorts, but not TOO warm so the popsicle wasn't melting too

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Y'all should come out for this little fundraiser for our rescue group...though, if you're like me, try not to be disappointed when you read "nail trims" and you think "SuhWEET! I haven't had a pedicure in MONTHS" and then you realize that we're talking about FOR THE DOG. It's ok, take your raggedy-looking feet there anyway. (click on the image to enlarge)

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This week's Artful Monday is brought to you by Nudity. Specifically, Hopper's sudden and vehement objection to wearing anything that is fabric and might cover his butt. I have spent the last three days getting my son dressed approximately 837 times. He spent the last three days enjoying a nice cool breeze.

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LR Sept 2008, a photo by leeble1 on Flickr.A very Happy Mother's Day to my mom Bonnie and my stepmom Karan. Between them, they've raised nine (!) kids and both of them are still sane enough to tie their own shoes. Impressive.

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Sam wanted me to tell you all, as an addendum to my post yesterday about not being able to cook, that I neglected to take the cardboard backing off the frozen pizza that made for dinner last night before sticking it in the oven for twenty minutes. I would like to point out, however, HE STILL ATE IT.

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The Thing is.. I don't cook. I heat things up. I mix cold ingredients together. Heck, I may even drop things into a crockpot in a fairly orderly fashion and hope to god they don't combust, but I do NOT cook. Cooking and me do not mix and I've got it narrowed down to a simple reason. I'm not a recipe READER as much as recipe "interpreter." That is to say, I feel like the ingredients should be much

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Welcome to Artful Monday where-in I take my set of 128 crayolas (with the sharpener in the back) and attempt to re-create for you a scene from the previous week that struck me. Note that I didn't say, "struck me AS COOL" or "struck me as SMART". Just...struck me. From this effort, you can glean the following:1). Sometimes when I forget to charge my ipod or bring a book, I am stuck with nothing AT

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Easter 2011, a photo by leeble1 on Flickr.Here is your Hovland Family portrait for this Easter. One son screaming his head off and the other digging for gold. And on the 3rd day, Mama needed a drink.

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Ah, Easter: the beautiful Spring holiday full of the promise of new beginnings and, um, Cadbury Eggs, that always seems to end up in disaster of some sort or another in our family. And I'm not just saying that because I spent about nine hours last year horfing my insides out during an Easter bout with the stomach flu. I've told yall before about our childhood Easter picnics that were sorta like

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We went to a crawfish boil this weekend where Hopper met a new buddy. Something about little boys, they just seem to do this thing where they don't even greet one another, they just meet and then immediately start playing chase and then spending lots of time tasting leaves, seeing who can find the biggest bug, or finding sticks that can be swung at each other's heads. It should be noted that I

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grafitti on the outside of my office building this morning.

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One of the ladies who takes care of Rowan mentioned to me that he's not a big napper. Rather, he spends his days cracking himself up with spit bubbles, flirting with the 6mnth old twins the next crib over and zoning out (but not falling asleep to) Navajo Lullabies. Yeah, I don't know what Navajo Lullabyes are either. In my mind, I don't envision them to be very relaxing. But then, I'm a person

Stinkydoghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12896524900433989160noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720114.post-78269502565941474752011-04-11T07:09:00.000-07:002011-04-11T07:11:20.097-07:00

Guess who this is? Hint: it isn't me. It's like the Coppertone Girl, only with less buttcrack and twice the puppy.

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These prints are so incredibly awesome, I would buy these even if there weren't a 2nd really great reason to give this guy some money. But if you needed any little extra shove, proceeds go to help the artist's 6 year old daughter who is suffering from a rare intestinal disorder. I love ALL the Star Wars ones. But man, that Calvin and Hobbes print is getting to me. Go! BUY NOW!

Stinkydoghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12896524900433989160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720114.post-18614867935276377552011-04-08T06:26:00.000-07:002011-04-08T06:38:21.067-07:00

Two fun doggie events this weekend: KLBJ Dog Day Afternoon at the Triangle from noon to 4pm and Pints for Pups at Independence Brewing Company from noon to 3pm. Both of them benefit area rescue groups, including Cocker Rescue! I will probably go to Dog Day, but will be wishing I had a beer the whole time. I haven't yet decided to take any of our three. Fergus is a supersweet dog but is terrible

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Oh wow, I made it to Friday! Trust me, peeps, this was not a given. Monday sucked as much as I thought it would. Luckily for me, the ladies at the boys' new daycare are familiar with dealing with slightly neurotic, sleep-deprived and weepy moms. They gave me a big hug and booted me out the door which is exactly what I needed. Don't worry, I only cried til noon. And then I had to start the

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