I'm thankful for little brothers...

Last night my little brother slept over. He's 6. He's cute. I love him. Lindsey took Monet so that means little Joaquin got to stay and have a slumber party... This morning while my brother was bored he drew me a picture...

Do you see the little Joaquin with the cute green puppy coat?

Blogs up to my ears

So um... Okay I'm a freak. I'll admit it. I have a new blog. This one is for my dog stuff... for those of you who enjoy that but really could care less about my other life (yes- I'm proud to say I still have my life- it's slightly bruised but def not in the ICU- okay so maybe it's far from it. I <3 life- I am 23 and used <3 Blame the amazing 17-year-olds I hung out with all summer- I also say BFF all the time too... ridiculous I know. LOVE IT! :)) The new one is for other stuff...Take it for what it's worth. The end.



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"I meant to procrastinate today but I just never got around to it..."

Isn't life like that? Really? i was thinking about that... Seriously I go through phases- One day I'll be totally on top of things (even ahead) and the next week I'm so far behind it's pretty much ridiculous. So mostly I'm just ready for school to be done- I think I say that more frequently than is necessary- but it's true and "lets be honest here" . I'M READY FOR SCHOOL TO BE DONE! Graduation is in only... 1,5,7,8,9.... December...January...September... December, again...March, April... May... Okay 20 months. Or more than then whole time I was in Oregon... or a year and a half- give or take. But don't worry... that is one thing I won't procrastinate.

Big + Fuzzy= Bizzy

Okay I made up the word but I accidentally typed it so seeing as how I am ridiculously lazy... it stuck. So cute baby Joaquin is getting Bizzier...Check out these tail feathers at 12 weeks!

Joaquin this morning while I was getting ready--- and Monet helping me clean the church a few weeks ago

I didn't realize the quality of the photos until I pulled them up on the Mac so a thousand apologies for the pictures.

Yes, it is 3 am and front row movie seats should no longer exist

Yes, I went. Yes, I got sucked in... but, yes, it was for a good cause. I went to the midnight showing of "New Moon". Make fun of me if you must- but it was fun to go with my sister even though I'm not really a "twilighter"- yes, I did just say "standing in a line for an hour right next to a guy who was blowing cigarette smoke in weather that could probably freeze your snot with Monet, who was trying (not) very hard to ignore the mounds of buttered popcorn left on the sidewalk from previous movie-goers, and my sister" was FUN. (that was an extra long sentence) Mostly I just long hanging out with my sister-- and because she is 17 you could say that hanging out with your 23-year-old sister is "un-cool" or maybe it's just hanging out with your 23-year-old sister named Mickelle is uncool- but whatever- I have fifty other 17-year-olds I played with this summer as their EFY counselor that would beg to differ (at least I would hope they would ;)) So... back to the movie- My favorite line of the night in relation to Monet:

Boy ashamed to be in line at Twilight: Hey, What's your dogs name?
Me: Monet
Boy: That's cool... (yells to friend) Hey come up here with me!
**Friend runs up***
Boy: Look at this cool dog! Her name is Monet- you know like she's named after Money- only with a different accent.
Me:.. Or like Claude Monet? The painter?
Boy: Who?
Me: It's a famous painter...
Boy: Oh.

Don't worry though-- we call Monet- Money sometimes-- we get the accent wrong. ;)
At 12:01 they opened the doors (ridiculous because a- it was supposed to start at 12:01 and b- I was cold and tired) Because we only waited an hour (yes-- ONLY an hour, unlike the girls at the beginning of the line who have been chanting "Let us IN! Let us IN! Let us IN!" for the last 4 1/2 hours.) we got front row seats- which sounds like a good thing. It really does... for when you go to something like a Basketball game, or a play, or even a concert... but not when you have a view of a 500 foot vampire straight up. I think I left with a sprained neck... and possibly my eyes have been forever ruined from having to move so much to see the whole screen.
Mone did pretty well. When we first sat down she didn't really like the cold hard ground so i had to put my coat on the floor for her... then after trying- unsucessfully- to mooch some love (and possibly some popcorn) from our movie-seat-neighbors she settled into a sit with her head on my lap until she couldn't hold herself up anymore- about 1/2 hour. Don't worry she heard all the swoons, screams, and chants as the movie started and the characters appeared on the screen. She thought it was all for her at first then after a while she gave up- she didn't even flinch when the two warewolves went at it even though the ground was shaking like an earthquake- remember that's what happens when you get the front row. (BTW she's on Team Jacob as of last night... She would make a cute warewolf girlfriend) So the movie ended... Lame ending- but what do you get for a movie they plan on being a sequel- like Pirates 2- lame ending- and we left. I dropped my sister off at my parents then started driving home-- by this time- yes, it IS about 2:45 am... and yes, people are still driving. What possible reason could you have for driving around at this ridiculous hour unless you are coming home from the midnight showing of "New Moon"? If you work that early in the morning... okay. (truckers? 7-11 workers?) If you are a Vampire... fine. But voluntarily driving around at 3 AM?! I don't know about you but I love my sleep- I love everything about my sleep. So to all you 3-am-drivers out there: "Yes, it is 3 am and YES you should be in bed. I don't know about you but I love my sleep..." Only 5 1/2 hours until I get to drive home from work... and once again- test my theory that I love sleep :)

Recovery

As you can see Vinnie is back to his old self in his favorite place- in the sun by the glass door at my parents. He was sick for a few days after he got his stitches out- but he's doing much better. He's acting like he feels so much better, aside from being sick- he can walk so much better. He's like a new dog- loving life. :) He's 9 1/2 years old and hopefully we still have many more years to go with the big marshmallow.

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This was on my way to work this morning... isn't it pretty? This is one reason I love driving Logan canyon every day. It's so pretty and slightly makes me homesick for Oregon- especially in the fall.(fall in Utah lasts about a week- at least the pretty part with the colored leaves) I love having the opportunity to have lived in such pretty places...

Frog Legs

Is there any other way to be comfortable?

(sorry for the quality- my camera broke so I get to use my phone)

One week...

One week later and life is getting normal again... a quick update:
Vinnie is recovering from his Extreme Makeover. He's looking like a new guy and is acting like one too. He still has the "Frankenstein" look but overall looks much better. He still can't wear a collar because of the 3 inch line of stitches on his neck but he's totally happy with that. Last Friday he started eating at one of the incisions on his back hip (He has 4) so off to the vet to get a "cone of shame"(aka E-collar for those who haven't seen "UP"...there is a dissappointed look on my face for those who didn't catch that) Lucky for him, he only had to wear it a day or so before he was done with running into things and looking like an overgrown lampshade-lawn gnome- he quit eating himself and is now on the fast road to recovery.
Monet is such a good girl. She seems like she grew so much since we got Joaquin. She loves the fact that she gets to go places and Joaquin has to stay home in his kennel. (picture sibling love "nah nah nah! I get to go and you have to stay home in a box!") She really is getting so good with him. Her favorite thing in the world is "Go to Bed"-- it's ours too because she will stop anything she is doing and run to her bed. She's also getting into the holiday spirit by becoming our own little Nutcraker. She couldn't make it as a ballerina (too hard to fit ballet shoes to her feet- and she has four of them- then there trying to get her on her toes... it would be a mess) so she's putting on her own show in the backyard with the walnuts that have fallen off the tree. She'll learn though...
Joaquin is a good boy too. He is getting big and learning... The first few days he didn't really like his food but now he's eating like a lab. He's hasn't quite figured out why the magic kibble appears when he stands in one place but not in another (when we practice go to bed) but he's starting to think about it. He thinks Kongs are the best thing since puppy kibble and water is the drink of the gods... or the Goldens. He's just a sweet guy with lots of confidence. I

The end of the semester is nearing... which means final projects and tests are coming-- also the end of my hour long commute is hopefully coming to an end. Although the 5:30 morning wakeups aren't as bad as I thought- I'm not really a fan of the drive home in the afternoon... It's too long when I want to get home fast- plus the gasoline bill isn't so fun. I'm hoping to get in this week with an advisor at school to get graduation in perspective (sometimes that's what I need- just someone to remind me that it is attainable- and that I am, in reality, chipping away at the requirements needed for that piece of paper that says "Good job- now get a job") I'm ready to be done with this student thing... until I decide to go back to school again.