10 on 10: April 2011

Ten on Ten: 10 pictures on the 10th day of the month!

Document a snapshot of your life & find beauty among the ordinary things in your day!

Ah, my first 10 on 10.  I finally remembered... If you can call it that.  At random times today I kept saying to myself, "10 on 10!  10 on 10!"  This could possibly be the most boring 10 on 10 I have ever seen, but I have to start somewhere, right?  Right. 

We made a dump run with Dad's trusty red/orange rocket

    

 Sunday snuggles

My men relaxing

I did a lot of this...

And a lot of laundry...

With some help, of course

We had dinner at my Mom and Dad's house.  They celebrated their 30th anniversary last night by going to Benihana for dinner.  How cute are they?

The three dachshunds.  Teddy, Sonny and Dexter.

Our gift to Mom and Dad for their anniversary.  A side-by-side of their wedding day and a picture of them from our wedding.

I came home to do more laundry... And got more help.

Packing for my trip to Norfolk tomorrow :(

At least my toiletries will be light.  My lone contacts for the four day trip.

And yes, they say "1-day."

Awesome.

OK, that was more than 10.  But if you lump all the ones of Sonny in the laundry basket as one... You get it :)  

Take Luck,

LP

Stuff My Dad Says...

I love my dad, really and truly. 

But sometimes, I just don't know about him.  The other day, my dad called me (for some reason that I have now forgotten).  Anyway, right when I answered the phone I choked on the gum I was chewing.  So when I said, "Hello?" it sounded funny.  This is how our conversation went...

Lauren: Hello?

Dad: Hey, are you asleep?

Lauren: No, just choking (I'm still choking at this point in the conversation and still manage sarcasm...)

Dad: Oh OK, well good.  

Uhh... I'm sorry?

I just said I'm choking... NOT sleeping.

And you said, OK good.

Seriously?

Oh, Daddio.  I love you.

 

Take Luck,

LP

Cry Baby

I don't know why I do this to myself, but sometimes I just can't help but pop in a sappy, emotionally charged, love story-chick flick.  Most of the time, it doesn't seem to matter if I have seen this film once, twice or ten times... But I will cry like a little lady.  This past weekend I did this to myself not once, but twice.  I watched Nights in Rodanthe and Charlie St. Cloud. 

Oh, boy.

I should have known better.  Ryan and I saw Nights in Rodanthe in the movie theater.  (I should add on a side note that this was early in our relationship so I think he was still trying to score brownie points wherever he could :)  Anyway, at the theater I sobbed, sobbed and sobbed.  The movie ended and I was still crying.  We had to wait until the other moviegoers left the theater before I said it was OK to get up.  Fast forward to Friday, and picture me laying on our couch watching Diane and Richard in Nights in Rodanthe, crying, holding onto Sonny because she was going to make everything OK. 

Saturday I took Ryan to work in the morning, stopped at the Red Box on the way home and grabbed Bride Wars (I had to have something to off-set the emotions that Nights in Rodanthe put in place).  I ended up watching Charlie St. Cloud on TV, and jeepers.  It about ripped my heart out and I was in pretty much the same predicament that I was in on Friday (couch, crying, squeezing Sonny for comfort).

This whole thing got me thinking about those movies that no matter how many times I've watched, they get the water works flowing.  And here is my list:

 Armageddon

The Patriot

Pearl Harbor

Titanic

The Land Before Time

P.S. I Love You

My Sister's Keeper
Beaches

A Walk to Remember

The Notebook

Nights in Rodanthe

(damn you, Nicholas Sparks!!)

What movies (if any) make you emotional or "weepy"?  I would love to hear that I am not alone... :)

Take Luck and Kleenex,

LP

Love Letter

Holooo Hubbykins,

I love your laugh.  And I love how much you love this commercial:

Thank you, for being you.

Take Luck,
LP

Special Needs

Meet Brock.  Our three year-old Boxer.

Brock weighs about 75 pounds, but thinks that he is 12 pounds... The size of Sonny.  It's amazing what he won't do to lay on your lap, lean and cuddle up on you.  He loves to give kisses and generally invade your personal bubble.  One of my favorite things about Brock is his bark.  He has a very mean and ferocious bark, but in reality - all he would do is gum you into an oblivion with his massive jowels and under-bite.   

 He also likes to sit like this:

  Does he think he's human?

And he likes to talk to you while you are in the shower:

Or maybe he just likes to lick the soap??

Brock loves to "hide" underneath any and all blankets.  When he slides underneath, in his mind he becomes invisible.  He lies perfectly still while you call out, "Brock?  Brock?  Where's Brocky?"  I should say he lies perfectly still until his nub of a tail starts to wag.  He eventually gets tired of "Where's Brock" and pops out from underneath to say, "Gotcha!"

Brock and Sonny both love to go to Grampa and Gramma's house.  Whenever we are getting ready to go over there, we say, "You wanna...." and this is Brock's response before we even get to the "...go to Grampa and Gramma's?"

I have no qualms with referring to Broccoli as "special needs."  He has food allergies, and although we haven't 100% identified the root cause of the allergies... We are trying.  I don't know how much time (not to mention money) we have spent with our veterinarian trying to figure out a strong plan of attack.  We have tried gluten free dog food, hypoallergenic dog food, hand preparing him meals of ground lamb and white rice and prescription strength antihistamine.  Nothing seems to kick his allergies completely.  He loses patches of fur on his backside, and his fur/skin becomes irritated and red.  Even in between the poor boy's toes get red!

We take other measures in an effort to try and keep his skin irritation to a minimum.  The blankets that go in his cage get washed in perfume and dye free laundry detergent.  He gets a bath in super-mild oatmeal shampoo, and the water cannot be too hot.  Come summertime we will put out Brock and Sonny's swimming pool.  It is pure entertainment to see them play in that thing.

Good thing we love you so much, buddy boy.  You are our big little man.

Take Luck,
LP