Posts Tagged ‘Pug

24
Nov
09

Unamuzed Daily Photo Blog

She is unamused.  I am thinking her train of thought was going something like this… “would you get that damn thing out of my face so I can get back to my nap!” I left out the expletives.  LOL


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Click here to read today’s Blog… Throw the Beer in the Lake Random Tuesday Thoughts

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23
Oct
09

Take a BITE outta… wait… whaaaat? Dear So and So Letters of Intent

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Letters of Intent

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Dear Headache,

I have about had it up to *here* with you this week!  For the past 6 days in a row? Seriously!?!?

GO AWAY!

The Head

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Dear Monkey,

Why are you getting so aggressive with the girls this week lately?  Poor Jazz is going to rip your little arm off if you hit her again.  And poor Daisy runs anytime you even LOOK in her direction.  What’s up?

Just so you know, the growling is their way of telling you they don’t want you hitting them.  Nnnkay?

Feeling like a broken record repeating “don’t hit!”,

Mama

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Dear Toddler Clothing Makers,

Why is it that ALL of the pants I buy for my 20 month old son have a waist band big enough to stretch from her to Germany?  He is NOT abnormal.  There can’t be a whole lot of kids who can wear these pants without them falling down. Seriously.  I am baffled.  GRRRR

Irritated,

Mama

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Dear Monkey,

I know you run the show in this here house but, we need to get one thing clear.  Even though it is clearly your intent to live on Fruit Cups and Cheerios alone, you really can’t.  PLEASE eat something else for Mommy.  Please?

Love you baby,

Mama

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Dear Spider that crawled up and took a big CHOMP outta my butt the other night,

Was this some lame attempt at voicing your attraction to me?  No? Oh.

Was this your way of giving me good blog material? No? Oh.

Was this your way of telling me that you knew the exterminator was coming and you just wanted a last bite before death?  No. Oh.

Was this you just doing what spiders just do naturally, you creepy little buggers?  Yeah, I thought so.

Not cool buddy, not cool!

Lamest joke teller of all time,

Cass

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Dear Durex,

I love you for making this commercial.  I have seen it a gazillion times, but totally can’t stop watching it.

Rolling on the floor,

Cass

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Dear Readers,

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Have a fantastic weekend!!!

Xoxo
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22
Oct
09

Poised Pug Daily Photo Blog

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25
Sep
09

Puggy Petrified Dear So and So Friday

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Dear Jasmine, Queen of this crib,

I love you.  I do.  You are by far the VERY coolest Pug I have EVER met.  However, Mommy has a bone to pick with you.  And not the kind you like.

Why must you stand in the kitchen and bark for my attention when I am on the other side of the house?? All so that I can come running, thinking there is something wrong with you, like you are stuck in a bear trap (what? It could happen)?  And then to be suckered into the very basic need of you wanting a treat.  A treat that you did nothing to deserve.  Except perhaps making Mommy stub her toe while coming to your “aide”.  *humph*

Not cool chicka, not cool.

Mama

PS.  Thanks so much for rushing to my side immediately after I wrote this letter to you, and promptly puking the bone/treat on the carpet next to my feet.  That was LUUUVVLY.  *gag*

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Dear Cass,

How weird are you that in order to clean up the dog vomit you start chanting to yourself “it’s poop, it’s poop, pretend its poop, it’s poop,  it’s only poop!” in order to keep from heaving?  Even *I* think that is weird.  And I am you.  Sooo…    whoa.

Me

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Dear Window 7,

Wow!  I said it could never be done, but Microsoft has apparently finally put something out on the market that actually works.  And you my friend are it.  I am in love with how smoothly you actually work.  And going on 4 months without an issue, I am in shock.  Wow.

Maybe the Microsoft Nazi’s are done trying to take over the world.

Not likely but hoping,

Cass

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Dear Hubby,

Date last night was rockin!  You were smoking in your sexy get up.  And clearly, so was I.  Since you have already thanked me (heh heh), I suppose I won’t bitch and complain from now until Sunday night while you are off gallivanting with your fishing buddies off in the river.

Have a good time, because next weekend Mama gets a day off! Kapeesh?

Love you,

Wife

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Dear Monkey,

Mama can’t believe you are in a big boy bed!  I am so proud of you!  Do you think that, perhaps, you could wake me up in the morning when you get up?  Then you won’t have to take every single diaper out of the diaper changing table and throw them across the room.  And you won’t have to take all of your clothes out of your dresser drawers and THROW them all over you room.  Mommy put those toys in there for you to play with.  Not for you to THROW across the room.  (I amsensing a theme here?)

Thank you regardless for letting me sleep an additional 39 minutes this morning.  It was completely worth walking into the diaper, clothes, toy tornado that was your room.  TOTALLY worth it.

Love you baby,

Mommy

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Dear Dr G,

Give me some good news today about the pregnancy, k?  I am really really really really really really scared.  Really.

Please?  Please.  Pretty Please.  K?

Petrified,

Cass

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Dear Readers,
Thank you for putting up with me for another week. I do hope that you chose to participate in Dear So and So. Just click here to go to Kat’s Blog and get the button for your page. Or add your letter in the comments. Would love to read!
Have a fantastic weekend!!!
Thanks for stopping by, again 🙂
Xoxo

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15
Sep
09

**UPDATED** Tone deaf Wet Dog Random Tuesday Thoughts

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Monkey has finally realized that his poor Mama is tone deaf.  So whenever I start to sing lately, he YELLS at me.  You know, that weird grunting thing?  “UHH UHH UHH!!” with some “AAHHHH!” thrown in.  Well at first I just thought he didn’t want anyone to sing for him.  Call it desperation if you will, but I hoped it wasn’t me.  Then when I started to realize that he will let ANYONE else, and I do mean ANYONE else sing for him, I had to accept the facts.  This isn’t to say that I don’t continue to try.  But he grunts and yells through it all and then when I am done he lets out a loud “Yayyyyyyy!!!” and his eyes say “thank you for finally shutting the hell up mother!”

It’s not a great thing.  Cause even though I can’t carry a tune to save my life… I LOVE to sing.  So I just need to decide if I can either give it up or tune out his screams of protest while doing so. *evil grin*

Every night when I go to bed I pray that when I wake up the housecleaning fairies will have come and cleaned my house.  But alas… *sigh*… still no fairies.  Well I can’t be sure about the fairies actually.  I did notice that there is a bottle of wine missing.  And I found a few wine glasses with glitter on them.  So maybe they are on strike.  Maybe they just flutter in to drink my liquor and then pass out on my couch.  *shrug*

It is POURING rain here.  Again.  On the bright side, I think we can finally build a dock off our back porch.  Hubby is going to be thrilled when he comes home and realizes that our backyard is now a lake and he can finally get that boat he has been wanting.

However, let me just tell you… trying to get a Jack Russell and a Toy Pug to go wading out into the lake to take their morning tinkle break… not so fun.  Add to that their prissy, holy-er than thou attitudes and it turns into a real circus.

Picture this.  Me picking each of them up, one at a time, and running out to the grass to throw (yes THROW) them into it while screaming  “ it’s ok, go potty go potty, please go potty and mama give you a treat, go potty!!!”  Since of course I have to repeat this process until they finally realize I won’t stop until they pee, you can imagine I am drenched before this is all through.

Then comes the ÜBER FUN task of trying to dry them.  Jazz, the pug, seems to think that trying to attack the towel AND the arms that hold the towel is the best way to accomplish this task.

I have to start chanting to myself Cass, be the pack leader, be the pack leader!! Guess who successful I am at *that*??

That is a less than successful endeavor, so I just have to deal with wet carpet and couches all day.  And hey, on the bright side, who doesn’t love a nice wet dog air freshener??? 🙂

So I can’t lie.  I am sitting here trying to type my random thoughts but the only thing going through my mind is the pending ultrasound.  My appointment is in less than an hour to see if this pregnancy is still working out.  The numbers show that it is but we haven’t seen a heartbeat yet.  I am sooooo nervous.  I have a bad feeling in my gut.  I am just trying not to throw up.  Wish me luck!!!

I will try and post an update later today.

**UPDATE**

The ultrasound went well today.  After the doctor searched high and low ForEVER, he finally found the little gestational sac.  There is only one sac.  So I won’t be getting my own TV show! For those of you who have made comments about that.  LOL

I am measuring about 5 weeks now.  We thought we were about a week and a half further along.  But you never know.  All my numbers and measurements are consistent with 5 weeks.  God works in mysterious ways.  But I am feeling much better about things today.  So happy that it is not a tubal pregnancy!

We will have another ultrasound Monday morning to see if we can get a heartbeat.

Thank you for your prayers!!


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19
Aug
09

Furry Wordless Wednesday

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18
Jul
09

When Beasts Attack!

We have two wonderful Fur Babies living with us.  Jasmine Marie who is 7 and Daisy Mae who just turned 2.  They are *NOT* spoiled.

Here is a picture from their birthday party. 😀

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We also have a wonderful Lawn Guy, David.  (I know this seems random, just follow me here.) David has been doing our lawn for a while now and does a fantastic job.  However, he has a monumental fear of dogs.  Yesterday he rang the bell and I answered without putting the dogs out (since he had the gates open in the backyard to mow).

My girls are just as nosy and needy attention whores as I am.  So out runs Jazz, full force, to greet him.  Wouldn’t this face make you smile?

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Not him.  He FREAKED!  Like jumping up and down, screaming “omg’ omg, it’s gonna get me!!” while I tried to entice her back into the house (in my jammies of course! don’t judge!).

Now while I understand a fear is a fear.  And that the size of the “beast” doesn’t matter and all.  And I totally respect that he has a fear.  I have gone out of my way to make sure the dogs don’t come into contact with him since he started doing our lawn.

*But*  It is pretty funny to see a 175 pound man jumping up and down screaming like a girl.  With a scary Toy Pug at his feet.

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She looks so ‘gansta’ in this pic.  LOVE IT!

I had to hold back my laughter.  It was just too much.

After I got her back in the house, I even offered to let him see that the girls were both small and harmless.  Jazz stands all of 10 inches tall and Daisy might top the charts at 14 inches tall.

He wasn’t comfortable checking them out but said simply “oooh ok… so’s they ain’t so big there, is they?” I tried to assure him that they would never ever, ever bite him, harm him, or chew off his leg, but he looked unconvinced.  Guess he won’t be offering to play with them any time soon.  *giggle*

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See how sweet Miss Daisy Mae is???

Do you have any fears?  What are they?  How long have you had them?

Happy Saturday!!  Hope everyone is having a fantastic day!!!

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**ADDENDUM**

Hubby had to add this:

If any of you gullable folks out there believe my wife…well it is a good thing that I am here to set the record straight. You see, Jasmine Marie (aka Jazz) IS a GANGSTA. Family is most important to her, she lays around expecting complete and total care, she eats ANYTHING she can get her mouth around, she will take no sh!t from nobody, and she WILL bite your face off if you cross her. We truly do love her.

Daisy Mae on the other hand…sure…she looks sweet and all, but daisy is like the hitman of the gang. She is quiet, sneaky, and armed with claws and teeth that will tear you up! She is fast and fiesty and she does whatever Jazz tells her to do. We truly love her.

So if you come-a-knockin, I suggest you bring gifts and conduct yourself in a respectful manner. We all know how much GANGSTAs love gifts and hate to be disrespected.

BEWARE…oooohhhhwwww

hehehe!! he cracks me up!




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about moi…

Hi, my name is Cass. I am married to an amazing man who loves me unconditionally. I’m a stay at home mom to a rockin’ 2 year old boy who I call Monkey. I have an 12 year old step-daughter who lives in another state. We miss her daily. We also have two fur babies, Daisy and Jazz, who keep us on our toes. They are awesome!

I am a complete goofball, a photographer and a constant out loud thinker. I am a grammar challenged, vulgar, cursing, sex obsessed Big Mama fumbling through life. Among other things, I battle PCOS causing infertility, Bi Polar, Anxiety and OCD.

Currently I am riding the fertility roller coaster in an attempt to make Monkey #2. This blog is about a little of everything. I hope you enjoy. Read at your own risk!

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