There's Chocolate Under My Bed

I heard some weird noises coming from under my bed the other day. It sounded like a strange rat eating through my mattress, but no, it was just this rat ripping into a chocolate bar. Would somebody please tell D'Ogee that dogs are not supposed to eat chocolate?

Fortunately, I caught him in the act before he could tear the wrapper to shreds, devour the entire bar of chocolate and have a heart attack from pumping his little heart up with too much caffeine! Whew!

If it's not chocolate, it's the cat's treats. He hasn't quite figured out how to get into a zip locked bag, though.

Must be so frustrating for the poor little guy. He can taste those savoury salmon flavored bits of animal by-products and artificial ingredients through the bag. Yummy! Keep trying, D'Ogee.

Aghhh....Clean your room, D'Ogee! This is why I don't have kids.

New Living Room

I've never thought of myself as a messy person or one with particularly poor decorating skills, but when my friend John walked through my house the other day, he was clearly unimpressed...so much so that he offered his professional decorating skills as a gift to me if I wanted. Of course, I wanted to him to use his magic touch on my home. I just never thought I could afford him. He has, after all, re-decorated the homes of some really big names in Hollywood. So, I gave him a very very small budget and left him alone for the day to do his stuff. He's really quite a fascinating person to watch work. He has no plan; just takes it moment by moment and listens to his intuition, which sweeps him away to a world of creativity that I for one am not allowed to enter! "Your house is telling you all sorts of things, Linda," he says, "you really need to listen to it or it won't be able to tell you any more!" I felt a little sheepish knowing I wasn't listening to my house. I tried to hear what it was saying, but all I got was a blank slate. The man has a gift. What can I say? I just let him converse with my house for the rest of the day, and when I returned at 9:00 that night, I was thrilled to walk into my beautiful new living space. He left me a note that said it needed a good cleaning. Surprisingly, the more I clean, the more I find needs to be done. I think I'm starting to hear what my house has to say, and I'm not sure I like it......"dust behind the furniture, clean the windows, sweep the cobwebs, organize, paint, do SOMETHING with your laundry/storage room you filthy slob! Fix your fence, trim your grass, pull some weeds! HOW CAN YOU LIVE LIKE THIS! YOU'RE A PIG....." AHHHH!!!! Shut up, house!

Conference Sunday

I looooooove having a day every now and then to spend in my pajamas watching conference, eating with friends, and not doing anything else. I had to take D'Ogee for a 2 mile run this morning because he had A.D.D. all night and wouldn't let me sleep, so i made him run until every ounce of energy was squeezed from his little body. I should get a good night's rest tonight!

Other than that, I barely lifted a finger all day. Oh, wait, yes I did...just after 2 teenage boys came to my door offering to buff my hardwood floors for free because it was Sunday, and because they were introducing people to some Kirby product. They promised there was no catch and asked to come back in 15 minutes to get to work. Seemed innocent enough, so I agreed. Keva and I moved as much stuff out of the living room as we could and went back to her room to watch conference. Two hours later, they still hadn't shown! Darn kids. I knew there was something suspicious about them.

So, other than that, I didn't lift a finger all day, just lounged around watching conference and eating. I liked hearing President Monson speak for the first time as our prophet. He definitely seemed different than he was as an apostle. He's a good man. I look forward to hearing more from him.

Well, time to call it a night. My dog is peeved because I'm on the computer instead of devoting ALL of my attention to him. He hates the computer. It's late, and he's pawing on Keva's door. That's his way of threatening me. He's saying if I don't get off that damn computer right now, he's going to go snuggle up to Keva and be her pet. He's just bluffing, but Keva's trying to sleep.

Nite, Nite.

D'Ogee and the Cat Toy

My dog is having an identity crisis. He either learned to do this by watching the cat, or...he thinks he is one! Honestly, have you ever seen a dog play like this?

I've stopped feeding D'Ogee regular dog food. I can't stand the thought of feeding my dog animal by-products, which are the worst of the worst kinds of meat. Call me a freak, but I want my dog to be super healthy, just like me. So, I bought him Newman's Own organic dog food. He hates it. I'm so disappointed. :( I've tried several brands that I approve of, but every morning he runs past his bowl of food and on to the cat's left overs, taking the cans under my bed so he can lick clean every bit of processed, artificial ingredients.

So, the next step was to make my own dog food. I found a great recipe on-line. Apparantly, I'm not the only hyper-sensitive dog freak out there! He loves the dog food, and it's super good for him. Just in case anyone else has had the same dilemma with thier dog, I'm sharing the recipe:

2 lbs of organic meat, cooked.

2 cups cooked oatmeal

4-6 scrambled eggs

1 cup cottage cheese

Blend:

5-6 carrots

2 cups broccoli

2 cups brown rice

Mix all ingredients together. Sleep well at night. :)

Laughlin Half Marathon

This weekend I realized that eight hours is a long way to drive just to run 13.2 miles! What inspires people to do that anyway? My friend Dainon and I drove all day Friday to Laughlin Nevada and all the way back home on Sunday just for 2 hours (not our real time) of knee jarring race time. That's over 16 hours in the car in 3 days. We were starting to lose our senses by the last few hours prior to home. However, in spite of the severely uncomfortable effects of travel stomach, an embarrassingly poor race time, and a hotel room that came with already tested out soap and towels, I thoroughly enjoyed myself! All of the oddities of the weekend just provided us with more things to laugh at, and with 85 degree weather and a pool to enjoy, who cares if all you can hear are slot machines and pop music playing outside your door all night. :)

The camera is always a good entertainment tool. I kinda like this shot of me brushing my teeth in the mirror with my mouth wide open in the shape of an O. Dainon has a talent for snapping photos of me in my most flattering moments.




See Dainon run. Run Dainon Run! Run to the bathroom, Dainon. Run! Run! Run!

Now, those are some happy feet!

Post-race pic. We still have smiles on our faces!

It's hard for me to admit this, but Dainon convinced me to try a hamburger from In and Out. This is the first burger I've eaten from a fast-food joint since high school! I had a good chat with the manager before I ordered it though, and got her word that the meat was fresh from local farms and the cows were grain-fed. It was still weird to be standing around with the fast-food crowd waiting for my burger with no bun, wrapped in lettuce and no special sauce. You can kind of see the apprehension on my face in this picture. What's worse is that I really liked it, and the next day I went back for another one. Shhhh.....don't tell my raw food friends!

Happy Easter

I love Easter. It's so much better than Christmas for so many reasons. For one thing, it's in the spring when everything is coming alive instead of in December which feels like the beginning of a long, painful death. Not only that, but the holiday itself is so significant. Not to undermine the birth of the Savior, but it wasn't his birth that saved us. It was the Atonement, and the day he was resurrected celebrates the fact that we will live again because of Him. It's such a happy concept, and I love having a day dedicated to remembering it.

I also love the fact that there isn't a lot of hype around Easter. You don't have to decorate your house or prepare a month in advance. You don't have to make candy for your neighbors, throw big parties, or worry about buying enough presents for other people. I didn't even spend the day with family or friends, and i don't feel guilty or sad about that. I had egg salad for dinner, and it wasn't even very good, but the point is Easter isn't emotionally tied to any of those things. Nobody worries about making sure all the poor families get enough in their Easter baskets so that they can have a good Easter. None of that matters. All that matters is that Christ died and was resurrected so that we can live again. Knowing that is all that we need in order to have a "good Easter".

Church was really nice today. We had 3 musical numbers in Sacrament Meeting, and they were beautiful. The Spirit was in my heart most of the day. I came home from church, cleaned the house, took a nap and then took D'Ogee to the park where I met a nice girl with the cutest little copper colored poodle. We sat by each other and talked while our dogs played. So many nice people and funny little dogs were at the park today. I really love having an in with the dog people in the community. Everyone's so nice to each other and open. Just because I have a cute dog, people assume I'm a nice person and they are friendly and talkative with me. I love it.

On another note, I'm still seeing Matt. The condensed scoop on him is that we really like each other, but he's not as ready for a relationship as I am. He's working on it by taking things slow, but I'm not so sure it's really moving forward. Our teacher in relief society today said that God answers our prayers in one of three ways. He either says 1: YES; 2: NOT RIGHT NOW; or 3: I HAVE SOMETHING BETTER IN MIND. I feel like I need to apply that to dating. Instead of trying to make something work or worrying about whether or not he's going to call me, I just need to trust God that he wants the absolute best for me, and if things don't go anywhere with Matt then He has someone better in mind for me. So, I'm going to take that approach, get really involved with my own life and let Matt decide if he wants to be a part of it. If he does, he'll step up to the plate and make it happen. If not, then God has someone better for me. I like that thought. :)

Wax On, Wax Off

Today I got my legs and bikini line waxed for the first time ever. Can you say, HOLY SHNIZA, SUNOFA...GOSH DANG @#$%!!! AAARGH!!!!

Nobody prepped me for the pain I'd have to endure. It's a good thing. I might have thought twice about it! It feels somewhat like a dry razor blade being grated over your skin. YOWZA!!!

That's all I have to say about that!