Easy Like Sunday Morning

It's good to be a dog.

All Work And No Play

Or sleep, in this case, makes mom a dull girl. She worked on the back porch while Lucky and I enjoyed the sunshine.


It was really nice and warm on our fur.

Take a deep breath, Eduardo. I don't want you to pass out after seeing this next photo.

Yup. A good day. We will try to make mom relax this weekend. Operative word being try!

Flashback Friday

We are flashing back to days gone by, when we were all younger, but just as cute.

Here is Lucky, proving that she will, indeed, sleep in any position.

Here I am, exploring the backyard. Aren't I cute?

And here is mom. A looooooooooooooong time ago. This photo was taken at Pine Knoll Campground. Mom does not know why she was sitting on a rock pouting, but there you have it. Mom circa 1966? 1967? With her hated red corrective shoes. Sigh.

Thursday Thirteen

Thirteen Things Mom needs to work on. (I do not need to work on anything. I am perfect. Eduardo says so.)(As for Lucky... well, Luxor thinks she's okay as she is.)

1) Sparring.

2) Going to be earlier.

3) Waking up earlier.

4) Putting the receipts into Quicken more regularly.

5) Practising kempo more.

6) Sparring.

7) Trying not to be so helpful to people who don't need or want it. (Because then it annoys them and then mom is unhappy because she annoyed them.)

8) Keeping my karate notes more up to date.

9) Work on her Intermediate Level Instructors Certification more.

10)Be more efficient in her household projects.

11) Taking more pictures of Lucky and me. (She is seriously slacking in this area. I mean SERIOUSLY!)

12) Buy the new Gnarls Barkley song, Going on. It is mom's new favorite.

13) Sparring. (ACK! Mom feels she is no good at it, so now she is like a dog with a bone. Worrying it and worrying it and worrying it.)

Wordless Wednesday

Tattle Tale Tuesday

Today's Tattle Tale Tuesday is about Mom! Yesterday, you saw two really funny photos of her. Today, I will tell you the story that Auntie asked about in her comment.

When mom was little, still in her crib, she used to take all her pajamas off and throw them on the floor. Then she would take all the sheets and blankets out of the crib and throw them on the floor. Then she got out of the crib (they didn't really know how she did it) and would fall asleep on the pile of pajamas and blankets. STARK NAKED.

We are sorry, but there are no photos of this. (For which mom is eternally grateful.) Dad asked memere what happened to mom, and why she changed. Bad dad! hee hee

Mom's Birthday

Today is mom's birthday. Because it is her birthday, we are going to show you two photos that you will all enjoy. They are famous photos in mom's family. You can see why, I am sure.





Yes, we know they are x-rated, but we think you will all agree that it is just the sort of thing you need to see to make you laugh on a Monday.

Because today is her birthday, mom spent a nice, quiet, relaxing day with Mr. Karate... putting up four sheets of sheet rock. On the ceiling. They rented this really neat thing from Home Depot that you put the sheet rock on, then cranked up into position then drilled in all the screws. For a piece of 4' x 10' x 1/2" sheet rock, which is very heavy, it was just the thing. It cost $22.00 for four hours.



They have two more pieces to go, but they haven't put the insulation up, taken the other piece of sheet rock down, moved the swing, the bookcases, the stuff etc etc. And it was really hot and mom was getting tired.

This is the new wiring box mom put in for her new light. It will be going over her fabric cutting area.

Mom is renovated the ugly back porch into a sewing area. Her knees get tired from being on them to do quilting, so she decided to clean the back porch and use that area. It is a three season porch, but mom figures if she replaces the yukky insulation with better insulation, and fixes it up, all she will need is a space heater and she will be good to go. (She hopes.)

The farmer's almanac is saying it is supposed to be a really COLD winter, so mom wants to see if she can get some lap robes made (to keep people warm without going broke over their heating bills). Mom certainly needs one, what with PlusOne growing and growing.

Happy Birthday Mom!

Field Trip

When mom saw Auntie Thursday night, Auntie said she was feeling blue. Mom knew why. Everyone knows why. Friday rolled around, and mom took Friday afternoon off. She called Auntie. At work. "What are you doing? Can you leave work?"

Turns out, Auntie could, because Auntie had to work Saturday. "What do you have in mind?" Auntie said. Mom replied, "Oh, a trip to that quilt shop in Concord. Peggy Anne's." Auntie said "I haven't eaten lunch." Mom said "I'll have lunch ready for you."

Auntie came over, Mom fed her. (Mom did not have any lettuce, Auntie was NOT happy about that, but mom did give her a lemonade popsicle.) And off to Concord they went. Mom drove.

At the off ramp, they were stuck in traffic and then Aretha came on, singing Respect. Well, driving with mom means listening to music and dancing. So mom made Auntie dance in the car. People were looking at them, thinking they were really WEIRD! Mom thinks they are too tied up in stress to have fun. Auntie started to laugh. Mom smiled.

Here is some of the fabric mom bought at the quilt shop.

Mom bought this in pink and orange!

After they bought fabric, they walked up and down main street. They saw a really nice store (whose website isn't up yet) and then they had ice cream and truffles. After a little bit, they went home. Auntie got in the car and said "This is exactly what I needed."

Mom just smiled.

Adore Le Pug

Salinger and Emmitt both tagged us for the Adore Le Pug (or in this case, Adore Les Pugs) Meme. Here goes.

1) How did you first learn about Pugs?

Memere got a pug puppy back when mom was in high school. His name was Max. In all probability, he was a puppy mill puppy. He was not very handsome, but boy did he have a great personality. When the family had popcorn, Max would dive head first into the bowl. You could not get him out of the bowl, you had to pull the bowl out from under him.

2) What made you get a Pug?

Well, from then on mom knew that if she was getting a dog, it was going to be a pug. Max was getting older, and memere wanted to get him a brother or sister. When the Pug Rescue called and said they had TWO pugs, memere called mom. Memere didn't want three pugs. Mom called dad and said "Can I get two pugs?" Dad swears he thought mom was joking so he said "Sure!" Three days later they were driving to Connecticut to get Muffie & Bridget. Muffie and Bridget were 5 yrs old when mom and dad got them.

Ten years later, when Bridget went to the Rainbow Bridge, mom was heartbroken. Bridget was her cuddle baby. For four months mom checked out Pug Rescues all over and thought about getting another pug, but it wasn't until memere called a certain lady that they knew Lucky was available. New Year's Eve mom, dad and PlusOne drove down to western Massachusetts and came back with an adorable, partially deaf, mange covered puppy. They named her Lucky. Next came me! Mom wanted Lucky to have a sister like Muffie had Bridget. I arrived in May and Muffie went to the Bridge in November, at 16-1/2 yrs old.

3) Most memorable moment with your Pug (s).

The first time mom realized that 30 pound porker Bridget could run REALLY fast. Bridget saw a cat and off she went. Mom was so stunned, it took her at least a minute before she gave chase. Another time was when Muffie and Bridget knocked over the garbage can, and ate anything that was edible. Bridget was covered from the tip of her nose to her ears in melted ice cream. When mom and dad got home and gave them what for, Muffie had the grace to look ashamed but Bridget gave them the "Yeah? So what are you going to do about it?" look. Muffie used to jump on the chair and sit on the table on the back porch and watch everything. She was very nosy.

The first time that mom and dad found me on the table, or any number of times when I have eaten anything I can.

4) What is the most important thing Pugs (or dogs) have taught you?

You can love your pet, but you must understand that they are a responsibility, that they are dependent on you. You must respect that and care for them to the best of your ability so that they are secure in your love. They may be pets, but how you treat them says volumes about you! They will love you unconditionally and you must love them back the same way, even when they barf on your comforter.

5) Best Thing You Ever Did For Your Pug….aside from loving them, keeping them healthy & happy, and giving them a great life.

Muffie, and especially Bridget, were traumatized when mom and dad got home with them. After an hour at home, Bridget hid under the coffee table until bedtime, when she hurled her 30 pound body up the stairs to sleep right by mom's side of the bed. The best thing mom did for these two was to adopt them together, so they wouldn't have been totally lost. Adopting them at all was also the best thing mom could have done. They were 21 and 22 pounds when their owner died, and the animal control officer in their town took them home with her and basically tossed them in the back yard and fed them. That's how come Bridget weighed 30 lbs when mom got her. The other best thing that mom did was make Bridget lose 15 pounds and Muffie lose 9 pounds (from 25 to 16 pounds).

As for Lucky, the best thing mom did for her was to adopt her, save her from being bred only to produce champions, and being kept in a 24"w x 18"d x 24"h cage for 22 hours a day. And gave her a boy to love. It doesn't get much better than that.

As for me, I have a family and a sister. And lots of broccoli. Like is pretty darn great!

6) Post your answers on why you “Adore Le Pug” on your blog and link to the blog who tagged you (or their blog post).

7) Tag 5 or more other bloggers.

Flashback Friday

Mom was having a moment, (okay lots of moments) and couldn't figure out what to blog about. So she looked through her old pictures for inspiration. This is what she got.

This is Bridget. When mom first got Bridget, she weighed 30 pounds. Mom eventually got her down to 15 pounds. Here, she is still pretty hefty, and giving the plastic shark whatfor. It was funny. Whenever Bridget barked, she always went backwards as she did it, like a gun recoiling.

Here Bridget is a lot skinnier, though you might not be able to tell. As you can see, she loved sleeping on mom's fabrics.

She was a good dog. She was 15-1/2 years old when she went to the Bridge. Four months after that, mom got Lucky.

Thursday Thirteen

Wordless Wednesday

Somebody loves me. And it's not Mom, Dad, PlusOne, Memere, Pepere, Auntie or Mr. Karate. Judging by your comments, most of you approve, and think I would be silly to not be enchanted by my hansome, young suitor. Well, I'm no dope! hee hee! But I can make him work for it, can't I?

One Year Blogoversary

Today is my One Year Blogoversary. It is hard to believe that a year ago today I posted my first blog. About Little Miss Perfect swimming.

Millie announced my arrival to the blogosphere with this post. She said we "have pushed in noses" and that we "snort and grunt." I beg to differ we do NOT snort or grunt. She also said we were "funny looking." Look who's talking.

Anyway, we have done a lot in a year. We've made lots and lots of new friends, just look at our friends list. There are more Pug blogs every day. Lucky got herself a boyfriend,

and we went on a Road Trip for True Love. We've been robbed (that wasn't fun) and I ate too many chocolate chip cookies and got real sick. I had to have an ultrasound, and they shave fur off of me (can you imagine!)

We got to see Mr. Karate and PlusOne play their cellos at a recital.

We had more snow than Carter has pills and PlusOne got his black belt.

I got a new nickname, Little Miss Table Dancer (thank you Diva Kitty!)

We discovered I love broccoli, but I will eat anything that isn't nailed down.

And last, but not least, I have a secret admirer, who is in love with me, but afraid to tell me for fear of rejection. Never fear, I say. Though I do wonder how old he is, and if anyone will think I am robbing the cradle. I don't want anyone thinking of me as a cougar.

That is quite a year. I wonder what the next year will bring.

Another Day of Destuction

Did you like my blog title today? I figured I would use that after watching mom and Mr. Karate kicked, punching and using their heads! to break the sheetrock up so they could throw it away. At least it wasn't mom using her head, but Mr. Karate. Silly man!



Anyway, all the insulation in the picture is gone, replaced by new insulation. The previous owners had used R11, 3-1/2" thick insulation. Mom used R19, 6-1/4" thick. Mom also fixed the big gaping holes they left between the joist going out into the eaves! Talk about silly people.

Mom has to get the sheetrock and then Mr. Karate and Dad will help her install it next weekend. It will be 10' long, so it will not be a one person job. Mr. Karate enjoyed the staple gun while putting up the insulation. Mom should have taken his picture when he held it up and blew on the end (like a smoking gun.) Instead, she said, Don't staple yourself! He just laughed and said "Yeah, really."

Dad, Mom, Thunderstorms, Eduardo & A Gift For Nevis

This morning mom and PlusOne took Dad out to breakfast for his birthday. Dad likes going to diners for breakfast, and mom and PlusOne like taking him.

Here I am, out of the way, because my mom went crazy yesterday. She was destroying the back porch. She ripped all the sheet rock off of the ceiling and then pulled all the insulation out. I don't know why. Something about it having got wet once upon a time.

She bought more insulation and is going to get the new sheet rock later this afternoon. I think she's lost it. I really do.

She also got new back cushions for the sofa. I do not like them. They are not nearly as squooshy as before. Dad and PlusOne like them. Mom knows Auntie will like them. But I do not like them.

A long time ago, Eduardo gave me this award. Then bad stuff happened and well, you know.

Anyway, here it is. It is The Best Friend Forever Gold Card! Isn't it pretty? (I think Eduardo likes me, but is afraid to say so.)

Here are the Rules:

1.Only five people allowed.

2.Four have to be dedicated followers of your blog

3.One has to be someone new or recently new to your blog and live in another part of the world.
4.You must link back to whoever gave you the award

So, here goes. The dedicated followers of my blog is easy. Mickey, Emmitt, Angus, Moe and Mindy. The new someone shall be (drum roll please) The Glummy Puddle, because that is such a neat name, among other things.

Here is the sky right before the thunderstorm we had this afternoon. Ominous, huh?

And last, this is a gift for Nevis, who has a thing for hot bodies.

Hope it's okay Nevis, it's the best mom could do.