"All the Whos down in Whoville liked Christmas a lot, but the Grinch, who lived just north of Whoville, did not." - How The Grinch Stole Christmas

Tis the Season....

I am even more into the Holidays than normal this year....and I LOVE Christmas!

I just got back from watching a Living Nativity Scene and Christmas Story at the Church by where I work....it was beautiful....

We sat in the outdoor amphitheater under the stars and were reminded of the true reason we celebrate this time of year....I was huddled with life-long friends enjoying hot Chai tea (which, lets face it tastes like Christmas in a cup), singing carols that bring back memories of previous Christmases and portend of Christmases to come....

Now I am curled up on the couch in my new Christmas PJ's, watching Christmas movies, with the puppies curled up on me feet and next to me, and the room glowing with the lights from the Christmas tree....

Being this happy seems almost decadent....but I am willing to risk it....

"No pleasure, no rapture, no exquisite sin greater...than central air." - Dogma

Today I thought all of my sins had caught up with me...

Sunday mornings in my house are pretty much the same every week...no one works, and no one stirs before eleven...except the dogs of course.

They usually wake early and demand to be let out sometime around or before 8. At which point I drag myself out of bed, stumble to the back door, let them out, and stumble back to my room....

At this point I am forced to turn on the high powered, industrial sized, incredibly LOUD fan Logan left behind so the the constant barks of my dogs to not keep me awake.

Because on Sundays....oh my do they bark!

Ok, confession time! My dogs are racists. Chloe and Rasta will bark like banshees if a black person (excuse me...African American) is around. I have NO idea why....but they do. Also, Chloe HATES people in hats. She will bark and bark till you take it off....

Anyway...back to my Sunday morning....

We live across from a church...now I hesitate to call it a black church....but lets face it....it is, as only black people attend this church. Also, all the little old ladies at this church are VERY fond of Sunday hats. You see where this is going....

Anyway, so every Sunday morning as the parishioners arrive, my dogs go NUTS!!!! (thus the fan) However, this morning...crickets...NOTHING....

I didn't notice at first, but as I turned off the fan later that morning.....I realized the silence was deafening.

I went to the window to look across the street and realized...NO ONE WAS THERE...not a single car or anything. That's when it hit me...the rapture had come...and I had been left behind....

"SHIT!" I yelled....and then realized maybe that reaction could be indicative as to WHY I was left behind....but still....SHIT!

So I called my parents house immediately....and like any good God-fearing Christian home at 11 o'clock on a Sunday morning....no one answered....or were they just gone....

Two hours later my phone rings....it's my parent's house....FINALLY!

"Dad?" I ask.

"Yeah!" he said...."How'd you know it was me? Usually your mom calls."

"Well Dad," I say, "If the rapture had happened and someone from that house is calling me.....well, lets just say I am pretty sure Mom will be missed!"

He didn't get it....and that is probably best!

Dog Days of Summer

This Fourth of July weekend, I am staying with some friends of the family and my parents at a lake house on Cedar Creek Lake.

At this house, there are nine people and nine dogs....

I am about to pull my hair out! Last night I slept (and I use that term VERY lightly) on the sofa with my two dogs and then at some point in the middle of the night two more dogs joined the mix.....

If I never see another dog (other than my own) again, it will be to soon!

"I'm your father's brother's nephew's cousin's former roommate." - Spaceballs

I SWORE I would not live in a house with three girls ever again......especially not a house with three girls and three dogs....been there, done that....it SUCKED!

However, albeit temporarily, I once again find myself in a seemingly similar situation....but this time...



Me and Sarah....technically she is the girlfriend of my roommate Tim who is in Alaska for the summer....but she is living in his room for the time being....with her dog Spencer.



When you get REALLY bored one sunny summer day....and the estrogen is flowing....in our house, the wigs fly.....


Me channeling Betty Boop.....



Whoa...black hair really brings out my darker side....



Me "Boop-Oop-A-Doop"-in....with Brin and her LONG brown hair piece (it's there...trust me)....she is my girl roommate that is permanent (along with the boys in Alaska).



My black wig....Brin's brown hair piece....and Sarah's Blond wig!



Vogue!



Then the dogs got in on the fun....


Chloe as Betty....




Rasta as Veronica....



This time around....we are having MUCH more fun!

"That's no dog....that's family." - White Chicks

Say hello to my little friend.....all of them :)

Chloe was VERY resistant of Rasta in the beginning....but now they are truly kindred spirits.....

CHILLIN....


WHAAAAAAAT????



Logan and Chloe.....they like each other too.....