Hi friends! Happy Monday! Today I’m linking back up with Katie at Healthy Diva Life!
You should check it out. Tons of great blogs join this link up every Monday, and it’s fun to browse through and read something new! Also, special shoutout to Jana over at Healthy Wife Happy Life, for mentioning my 7 Things That Terrify Me Post! This weekend was fantastic! We pretty much stayed home all weekend, lounged around and watched WAY too much Breaking Bad, ate to our heart’s desires, went to bed late, woke up way too early, and yet were still incredibly productive all weekend. It was exactly how weekends at a newlywed’s house should be. If you read Friday’s post, you’ll know that it was pizza night! Click on the link there and you can check out our homemade pizza and the photo tutorial of the dessert I chose! Both were delicious, and now my tummy is rumbling! Come on 5 o’clock! Saturday night my husband and I unplugged from the TV, and computer, and headed out to dinner just the two of us. We went to a local favorite, Big Orange Burger, then walked around the shopping center it sits in afterwards. We weren’t SUPER impressed for the price we paid, but it was definitely delicious nonetheless! We mainly just enjoyed sitting together, having a REAL date, and people watching out on the patio. That was pretty marvelous 🙂 Then last night, we had small group with our church friends, and realized how blessed we were to have met such great people. Marvelous as well. Signs your dog is taking over. Sunday morning, I did something CRAZY. Are you ready for this? I woke up at 6:30 AM. ON A SUNDAY! And by wake up I mean, I was being dragged out the door by that big black dog of ours at 6:30 AM! Lately we’ve been letting Truckee sleep at the foot of our bed, or down on the floor, and letting her wonder around the bedroom at night instead of locking her up in her kennel. It seems to be working out nicely. For her. She’s loving life! She thinks she’s arrived. She’s reached the pinnacle of spoiled-ness and couldn’t be happier. My husband on the other hand, is starting to regret this new habit of ours. You see, I sleep in ear-plugs a lot of nights because I’m SUCH a light sleeper- a drop of water could wake me up and KEEP me up ALL night. So, since I plug it up most nights, and slumber away to dream town, he’s been waking up to Truckee’s rambunctious nightly wonderings. Both on top of our bed, and around the room. She for some reason can hold her bladder for 9 hours while we’re at work, but while we’re sleeping, she thinks she now has to pee every 2 or 3 hours. She’s perfected the “whimper.” She knows exactly how to make it sound so that even if she doesn’t REALLY have to go potty, she knows we will think she does and will immediately take her out for fear that she’ll pee on our carpet. I think she’s bluffing, but I’m not willing to risk it yet so I’ll throw in my cards every time. Then this got me thinking. Truckee is taking over our house. She rules the roost. Just call her Mayor Truckee. Truckee for President. She’s got a mean campaign and she knows exactly how to run it. There is no longer a system, because she has figured out exactly how to work it. 13 Signs Your Dog Has Become the Ruler of the Roost. In no particular order, and not necesarily out of personal experience or anything… 1. You find yourself buying ridiculous items for your dog that you once swore on your life you wouldn’t lay a hand on. And if your husband has more willpower than you and won’t let you, you have multiple websites booked with perfect presents for her first birthday dog party or Christmas. But I don’t do that..I’m not talking about me.. 2. You kill two birds with one stone by showering with your dog. Enough said. 3. You and your husband start to question what you talked about before you got a dog. What did you do when it was just the two of you? It seems as though the dog has officially claimed the role of “third wheel.” 4. You rearrange furniture for the dog. More open space means fewer broken lamps and airborn drinks launched off a coffee table from a tail wag. 5. You’ve given up on decorating your bed because you keep a permanent “dog blanket” on top of everything. Guilty. As much as I love our duvet and pillows, Truckee’s blanket always wins. 6. Your sleep cycle has been permanently altered. Waking up in the middle of the night is no longer a surprise, and being awoken by a sad, sad, hungry dog whimpering for breakfast at 5:45 AM is like clockwork. You would think we never feed the thing. She acts like we starve her. (Is this starting to sound like a baby??) 7. When that sad, sad, puppydog does whimper, you’ve learned to deciper her noises. Things like, “no honey, she’s moaning because she’s hungry,” “no honey, she just wants you to take her on a walk,” “no honey, she just wants to play,” “no honey, she really DOES need to go potty,” and “no honey, her Kong is stuck under the dresser,” are things heard and said every day. And when you call it, you better be willing to put money on it. One morning recently we tried to ignore it and played it off like that whimper was a “I just want to play” whimper, when in reality she really WAS hungry and her tummy was upset. So, she threw up right in front of the door. Take that silly humans. I tried to tell you I was hungry. 8. Before you have guests over to your house, the first order of business is hiding any evidence of dog hair for fear of being “those dog people.”And lighting a candle. In every room. 9. You’ve given up on caring for your hardwood floors, for they are no match to the slobbery jowls of a thirsty labrador retriever. I speak not from personal experience. But I will say, it’s a pure act of God that a trail of water can make it from her water bowl in the dining room, all the way through the living room, past the front door, and into our bedroom. 10. You no longer have any privacy. Anywhere. Not even in the bathroom. Truckee could be crowned “Truckee, Protector of the Pooper” if it were a real thing. 11. You spend more money on a bag of dog food and a bag of treats than you do a week of groceries for you and your husband. 12. You no longer care about your rugs, because all the corners have been chewed off. “It’s okay though, she’s so cute, that little Truckle monster-wonster-bo-bonster”13. You’re solely responsible for keeping Victoria’s Secret in business, no special thanks to somebody’s curious nose and razor sharp teeth.But, after all of these things, the dog is your child and you love her like crazy. Anybody else have a dog that’s a little more like family than a dog probably should be?
PSS. If you need a good belly laugh, you should check out this comic. Don’t tell anyone I sent you though. I’m a little embarrassed at how funny I think it is.
The Terrible and Wonderful Reasons Why I Run Long Distances