Thursday, October 30, 2008

Work Halloween Party

Where we eat till we're sick and play Xbox for 3 or 4 hours. (Don't worry its only at the expense of the tax payers. Hah just kidding, kinda.) So for those of you that hear me talking about these people and have no faces to put to the you go:

So this is Tony upfront, then Lon behind him (Who apparently kissed my Aunt Jill in Jr. High, his first kiss, he remembers, she dosent) then Zach and behind him Brian, and behind him John, and James.

Boss Tom (black wig), Amber and Rich.

Tami, very sweet.

Tom. Best boss ever. Apparently the 'stoned' look is part of the costume. He thinks he is a hippy, I tried to explain that he looks more like a Pimp.

Monday, October 27, 2008

Proof of Insanity!

Dear Annie,
I wish you could read. If you could I would tell you that you are (with few exceptions) the bestest thing in my life. I love you so much. I love waking up in the morning and looking at you next to me. You try to be ‘human’ by lying in bed with covers over every part of you accept your head. I bet we are adorable when we sleep, both our heads popped out of the top of the sheet. You and I love to snuggle close at night because the other is so warm. Sometimes you hear the alarm and you jump right up and anxiously wait for me to rise. Other times, (when we didn’t get to sleep early enough the night before) you just stay in bed and sleep, undisturbed by my motion or sounds.
You are defiantly a morning girl, it’s your favorite thing, and when you have had enough sleep you pounce on the couch and fight with or play with your toys while I drink my coffee.
Another thing I super love about you is how cute you look when you do a summersault and land your butt up against me. Then you struggle to breathe, while you bite and try to get me in your upside down state. It’s so funny…..probably my favorite thing.
When I leave for work you get very happy because you know that when I leave you get a treat. You jump up on the bed (very expectantly) and If body language made sounds I know exactly what it would say. “Don’t forget, don’t forget, I get a treat!”
You are the sweetest Bubbie there ever was. You love meeting new people, especially kids. One of your favorite things to do is pull Shaylee on her roller-skates. (I don’t know what they are called half shoe/half skate). You two will go back and forth for hours, it’s the funniest thing to watch. I don’t know how in the world your 16 pound body can pull her 60 pound body but you do it!
Lately you have decided that indeed, you do not like cats. Unfortunately we have two neighbor cats that are constantly harassing you. They keep coming into your yard like fearless jungle lions and you keep running out there to let them know they are unwelcome. Sometimes they listen to you and go away. Most of the time they chase you back to the house. This really annoys you and even further instills the urgency of claiming the yard as your own. I wish I could communicate to you that they are just bullies and never mind them. I wish I could explain that the yard really is yours and you don’t have to worry. But you do worry and there’s just no convincing you otherwise.
Your very favorite thing to do with me is: have dinner. I will make dinner and then watch TV and you snuggle right up on my lap all excited because you just know it’s gonna be good. I usually give you every other bite. There is not much good that comes out of this process we have developed. I’ve found that I serve myself more food than I normally would to make up for what I give you , so It’s not like I am gonna eat less by sharing with you. Many people have sworn to me that it is the unhealthiest thing I can do for you. And the worst part is facing the embarrassment when friends and family realize that you know how to eat off of a fork and spoon. How can I justify the grossness of sharing my fork with my dog???? I can’t. I know its gross to them but to me I don’t even care. I am just giving a bite to my best girlfriend.
Now your breed is known for having a little bit of a gas problem. I’m just saying. And when you toot you get so embarrassed. You will look around to make sure that no one realized what you just did. When Bridger is around he will call out “Wooooweeeee Bubbie!” and you get very embarrassed. You jump up on him and try to bite his face because you know that is the only way to make him shut up!
You love drive thru windows. When we go to the gas station you love to get right up to the window so that the person helping me will dote on you. (And they usually do, who could resist your adorableness?) In fact it’s kind of funny when we come across a non-dog person and they won’t give you your cuteness credit. One time we went for a walk and passed by these two ladies that couldn’t give a hoot about your existence. You couldn’t believe it. You stopped right in your tracks and stared back at them in disbelief. It was pretty funny. You couldn’t fathom the possibility of the world not revolving around you.
Annie. I have quit smoking for you. Not 100% you, but I know how much you hate it. You really really hate it. And it’s not based on a prejudice or hatred, its 100% because you know that its poison. Something in your instincts says “This is bad; you better get away from it”. And that means that you have to get away from me, and I really hate that.
I can’t believe I am writing a letter to my dog. But its only 1:37 in the afternoon and I can’t see you for another 3 and ½ hours and I was missing you. When I get home tonight, after I give you your hug, and after we go outside to potty and chase cats, I’m gonna do something really special for you. I don’t know what just yet….but something’s gonna happen. Something big. Maybe I will even consider giving you a Dingo…your favorite thing.

Issac Chesnut

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

There 5 minutes apart!

Beth just called and they are on their way to the Hospital! I am so excited that I cant work! And, I cant quit smiling. So So much fun. Bran new baby boy on his way!

Thursday, October 16, 2008


Friday, October 10, 2008

Grandma Robinson

Thursday, October 9, 2008

Quiting Again: an oxymoron?

Monday, October 6, 2008

On Being Scared

Friday, October 3, 2008

Happy is in the air