There is a hell on earth.

Bridal shows: to be avoided like the plague. As Lisa so aptly stated, "you've already made too many decisions for this to be helpful...so why are we here??" Apparently, just to pick up a Men's Warehouse coupon.

I need to cease being sucked in by the lure of free stuff. The dress is literally the only time in my life i have ever won anything, and now I am going to get spam phonecalls for the rest of my life.

Hrmph. I guess I did also get some magazines out of it, one of which had a very lovely photo of the exact combo of flowers I was hoping to use (but was still wondering if it would look good.) So not a total fail, but I would still call us getting the last parking spot our biggest success of the day.

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We can't all be acupuncturists!

They have been munchkins from the beginning.

The night we picked them up from the farm.  We went only intending to get one.

 This is the morning after we brought them home.

My puppy is sick.  I can finally admit this without crying - we are making enough progress for this post.

He has degenerative myelopathy.  I can't even pronounce this, but it is a degenerative spinal disease.  The only good news being that he is not in any pain, that he is just losing sensation in his back legs.

What this means, though, is that he is having more and more trouble walking.  It started with having trouble getting up, then having trouble with one of his back legs, and has progressed to heart-wrenching.  I am baring my soul on this because I am having a hard time dealing with it.

The other good news is, my parents are dedicated to making his life as quality as possible.  Which means...he is currently getting a home-visit acupuncture treatment once a week.

My dog.  is getting acupuncture.  every week.  Some things just boggle my mind.  But I am with them on this one - I would probably do just about anything to help make his day just a little bit better.  To make me feel a little bit better, here are some photos through the years.

Trying to blend in with the rug.

This is their first birthday.  Not a fan of the Pretty Pretty Princess crown, apparently - probably about as much a fan as Natasha is of being picked up, in the background.

At about 6 months

He could not possibly be more pleased with himself.

Particularly unfortunate grooming....

This is their "romantic on the beach" look.

Lookin' good.

 At the cottage, for onece not lying in Grandma's flower beds.  Lying in flower beds is Boris' specialty.

not of Boris, but I couldn't resist.  How cute is she?

At his favorite place in the world - my parent's property in Ontario, apart from possibly behind "his" chair in our living room.

 how much I love this animal.

Welcome to the 21st century...

I have added labels!  I am slowly getting up to speed on how this blog thing works....

Now if only my most dedicated reader wasn't my mom, we could call this real success :)

They should call it kicks-your-butt-boxing class.

Fighting Fit class yesterday was awesome.  Hard work?  yes.  Lots of fun?  sometimes.  Made me reminisce of my childhood and Jump Rope for Heart? wow yes.

I can tell this class is going to be just the thing.  And also that tomorrow my muscles may be sore to the point that I am unable to move (which is a real shame, since I have class again tomorrow.)

But in a weirdly masochistic way...I love it*.

AND I clearly need some new sportswear.  And as I embarrassingly announced to the class yesterday - probably also some new socks.

Like perhaps these bad-ass kindof pants from Puma.  I have a not-so-secret love of Puma.

and also this bag.  Hello!

Speaking of which, did you know Alexander McQueen did a collaboration with Puma?  I sure didn't, but I want this now:

Perhaps this shirt will make me stick-thin as well?

Brandon says I can get some new duds at Marshall's this weekend.  Yay! :)

*Just like I loved spinning.  Which lasted for a whole month before I fell off that bike, never to get back on.

Lazy Saturday with the loves of my life

My babies.  I actually said this once at my summer job a few years ago, as a barista at the Border's Cafe, and one of the customers mistakenly thought I meant actual babies.  I have always found that funny.

But I digress.  My babies.

First, some from Christmas because I can't resist.

This is my practicing-for-scolding children face.  Complete with motion-blurred waving finger.

Natasha goes for my chai latte mix.  Which I clearly don't need, testified to by the double chin in this photo.

First year in a while that the big boy has been able to get under the tree.  He noticed immediately, and took advantage.

 

And my companion while I was printing Saturday:

How does he fit himself into these little spaces?

Such gooey brown eyes

Love the tiny little tongue sticking out

And in this one!

Look at her working the camera.

Its a good life.