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Here we are...

Monday, October 27, 2008

Halloween is upon us.....

Will and I went to 'The Broderick Halloween Party' this weekend. It was soooo much fun. We dressed up as the Scarecrow and Dorothy from The Wizard of Oz. I borrowed the Scarecrow costume from my Aunt Jacque.. she made it years ago, and it's a pretty cool costume. Will looked really good in it. (I don't think he realized what I got him into when he agreed to be the Scarecrow...) We had fun. It was nice to dress up together. I really liked my outfit. It came together well!
I think I'll wear it to work on Friday. The firm pays for the employees to go to lunch and bowling at Fatcats. It's a lot of fun. And most people dress up.
A few famous faces were at 'The Broderick Halloween Party'... we had "Fire & Ice" from
'Blades of Glory'.












There was David Bowie from the 80's movie "The Labyrinth"... Here he is with Camille Toe - feeling the burn... and another picture of him with Billy Ray Cyrus.
(You'll see more of Billy and his daughter later...)


...We had 'Camille Toe'... She's famous for her "Feel the Burn" video... Mannah Montana and Billy Ray were there ...











There was escaped convicts, a spider, a couple cops, vampires, a pimp, Lil' Wayne, a laughing tootsie roll, a mummy, etc, etc...


Friday, October 24, 2008

I am tryin' not to slack....

I REALLY AM! I want to start posting at least 2 or 3 times a week. I swear! It's just a matter of finding fun things to blog about while not boring the crap out of everyone... I guess I could always just post more pics of Cecil and Porter... I can't ever get enough of that! :) Here's Cecil Sleeping...In the meantime, Will has returned from his adventure in Baltimore. As I mentioned in a previous post, he was sent there for work. They promoted him, and sent him off for training. He had a really good time. Met a lot of fun people, from around the country, and the globe for that matter. There were a few gentlemen there from England. Anyway, all in all, I am GLAD to have him home. It gets lonely with only a wiener dog to talk to... (and he doesn't talk back... not yet anyway...) As a matter of fact, I haven't even heard him bark yet! He whines a lot, but no barks...


Cecil has found the sun! He loves to lay on the carpet in front of the sliding glass door in our apartment. He'll stretch his little body out in front of the window and just bathe in the sun.

Last week while Will was gone, I took little Cecil out to my Mom's house to meet his cousins (the other 4 wiener dogs) and visit with my Mom. So much for a fun trip to 'Grandma's' house to visit with the cousins... First off, let me give you a little background on the 'cousins'...

When we (Kale, Ev, and I) were little, my Dad brought home our first wiener dog. We named him Chester. Chester was such a good dog. Thinking about him gets me all teary-eyed. I miss him so. Chester was dubbed the "huntin', fishin', campin' dog". He LOVED anything outdoors. We have so much video-tape of him while we were out camping or on the boat. He would literally get on the back of the boat and try to get the fish as my Dad reeled them in! Anyway, long story short, he was the best dog and we loved him so. After being blessed with him being around for about ten years, he ended up getting some sort of bone cancer growth or brain tumor on his little head. We noticed it in the spring of 2000 (I think) a little bump that was growing underneath his right ear (I think). We watched it for a couple weeks, and it concerned us to the point that we took him to our vet's office. That's when we got the horrible news. Basically there was nothing they could do. To operate would be very expensive and they didn't guarantee that he would even make it through the surgery. Our instructions were very simple: make his life as happy as you possibly can until he gets to the point that he can't function on his own. He lasted a long 5 months, and he had his good and bad days. I remember it got to the point in August that we were thinking of taking him in and putting him down. He got so bad that he couldn't walk straight, would have accidents, run into things, and was just not the same doggie we knew. So, we'd decide, "ok, tomorrow we'll take him in." Then the next day he would be perfectly fine! Like a totally different dog. So, of course we couldn't take him in. We just kept holding on, as long as he wanted to hold on. He lasted until September 28th of 2000, and Sept. 28th just so happens to be my Mom's birthday. (I think he waited till that day for a reason.) He didn't want to be forgotten and it was very special for us. It was like he was saying, "Ok, I think I can go now, and everything will be ok". I remember getting the call from my Mom at about 8 o'clock that night (I was up at a friends house) to come home cuz it was time. I knew exactly what she was talking about and I literally ran home as fast as I could. Kale, Everett, and one of Kale's best friends (since elementary) was there waiting, along with my Mom. When I walked in, Chester was lying there on the kitchen floor, just lifeless. I got down on my hands and knees to lay next to him. I remember looking into his eyes and knowing he was ready to go. So, we packed everyone and everything up and took off to the after-hours vet hosp. I sat in the front seat with Chester wrapped in a blanket, as we drove to downtown SLC. Once we got to the hospital, they took us all into a little room, and the Dr has us all leave while he put the tiny little IV in Chester's tiny little leg. The Dr called us all back in to say our 'Goodbye's' and we just cried and cried. (I am actually crying right now, just remembering that moment.) They let us stay in the room while they injected the "sleeping med" into the little IV, and we just watched him fall asleep. So peaceful. We were so happy that he was not in pain anymore, but so sad that we weren't going to have him anymore. The Dr asked my Mom what we wanted to do with him afterwards, and my Mom said that we were going to bury him in our backyard. So, we had his blanket to wrap him in, and a box to take him back home in. We buried him with all his possessions, his doggie bowl, his collar and leash, his tennis ball, and a few other things. He's in our backyard, where he always loved to be.

WOW! So much for long-story-short.... sorry about that... The reason I brought up Chester, was because about a week after he passed, it was way too quiet in the house. We needed another little wiener dog. So, we went wiener dog shopping. We found a little red one, that really resembled Chester, and we named him C.J. (Chester Jr). After about 2 years of having C.J., we decided he needed a friend. So, we went wiener dog shopping again. We found little Tug. (Kale named him.) Then, a few more years later, someone noticed that we had wiener dogs and stopped by the house. They had a female and asked my Mom if they could "borrow" C.J.. . . hahaha Well, we got to pick one of the puppies out of the liter. We picked a girl, and we named her Molly. Little Molly full-grown weighs in at about 5 lbs. She is tiny. And she rules the roost. Don't let her fool you. Then 2 years ago, my brother Kale wanted to get a dog for him and his wife. So Kale found a liter on KSL.com and talked me into getting one as well. Kale got Charlie, and I got Eddie. My baby Eddie is deaf and partially blind (so he's not all there) but for having disabilities, he is a very good dog. Just a teddy bear.

So... back to last week... while Cecil and I were out visiting, my Mom and I went outside with all the doggies to let them play and get to know their new baby cuzin, Cecil. When all the sudden, out of the freakin' blue, Tug and Eddie get into it! BAD! All I remember hearing was growling and barking and yipe-ing. Like they were trying to kill each other. I yelled to my Mom to grab Cecil so he didn't get caught in the action, and I went head first into a dog-fight. Trying my hardest to pull them apart. (I'm not so good at pulling dogs apart in a dog-fight.) Everett was in the house, heard the commotion, and came running outside to pull them apart. He grabbed Tug and pulled him away, and as he did that I noticed blood on him. I grabbed Eddie and took him in the house to inspect the damage. Tug had bit the tiniest piece of Eddie's right ear. I'm talking the very tip of his ear, and it was as small as the tip of a ballpoint pen. But it would not quit bleeding. Needless to say, I had blood all over my clothes. But I was not even worried about that. I was worried about my Eddie. Poor little guy doesn't know what's going on. I got him to sort-of settle down, and held his ear with a paper towel to try to get it to stop bleeding. Then he would wiggle away, and flip his head around and blood would go flying. (talk about a pain in the butt) so, I'd have to wrestle him down again, and try to hold his ear. I ended up cleaning it and putting some neosporin on it with some band aids (and yes, they did stick). He's ok now, and Ev inspected Tug, and there were no war wounds on him.

So much for a fun time at Grandma's house...

Wednesday night, I gave Cecil his first bath. Will went and bought some doggie shampoo and I gave the little guy a scrub. He hated it. He was trying to climb out of the tub the entire time.



Friday, October 10, 2008

More Pics of Baby Cecil...

Let me just tell you how much fun and joy little Cecil has brought to our family. He always brings a smile to our faces. He is such a smart little doggie. I am so glad that I insisted on getting him. He's got a really fun personality. It seems like he grows overnight, every night. When we wake up in the morning, he seems longer. hahahaha. Porter just loves him. In the morning when it's time to get Po up to get ready for school, Will HAS to take Cecil in there to wake Porter up.

We bought him this weenie dog toy from the pet store that is just about as long as he is. It's pretty funny to watch him attack and play with it.


He is the most innocent when he is sleeping . . . he's probably pondering what more trouble he could cause when he wakes up . . . little stinker.
Whenever we can't find him. . . there are only 2 places that he loves to hide. He is either under our bed being sneaky, or in our closet investigating the shoes. He is so funny.
Here he is running out of our closet at lightening speed. He knew he better get out of there fast!






I thought this picture was hilarious. Will had him all riled up, and as he turned around to run away, I snapped this picture.
On another note... Will is going out of town for a week this Sunday. He has work training in Baltimore, and won't be back till next Friday. It's going to be a rough week. We've never spent that much time apart. I take him to the airport this Sunday afternoon, and then I'll pick him up on Friday when he comes home. At least I'll have Cecil...

Thursday, October 2, 2008

I've been tagged.....

I was tagged by Kristen, I haven't ever followed through with a 'tag', so this is a FIRST!!

10 years ago....

1. I was 17... getting close to graduation

2. my Mom and Dad were in the middle of their horrid divorce

3. had my first car... for only a few months.. (long story.....)

4. worked at zuka juice part time...

5. was a dancin' fool

Things on my list for today....

1. go home for lunch to see Cecil

2. Will has a softball game at 8:30..

3. pick Po up from Daycare after work

4. CLEAN THE STINKIN APT!

5. do laundry (sounds like a fun day, huh?)

Snacks I enjoy....

1. LOVE chips & salsa (especially from Chili's)

2. ruffles ridges chips & my cottage chesse dip (really good recipe)

3. nachos (duh)

4. cheese and saltine crackers

5. vanilla frosting on saltine crackers (SERIOUSLY.. you should try it!)

Things I would do if I was a millionaire....

1. pay off everything...

2. buy a house (one with a big yard)

3. have a weiner dog farm (hahahaha)

4. have a HUGE savings account

5. have an awesome wardrobe

Places I have lived....

1. West Jordan

2. Midvale/Ft Union

3.

4.

5.

Jobs I have had....

1. zuka juice (back when it was zuka)

2. customer service/water girl

3. data entry/medical claims

4. title company/escrow assistant

5. receptionist/office admin

Tag

1. Kelsey C

2. Chelsea J

3. Lindsey S

4. Laura

5. Jenn T

Wednesday, October 1, 2008

Bringing Home Baby...

So... I got a call on Monday (Sept 29th) afternoon from Dusty, saying there was good news and bad news. I told him to give me the bad news first.. which is, Brook called around to different vets and none of them will do the puppies first shots till the end of Oct. The good news is... we could come get Cecil whenever we wanted, as long as we take care of the shots. FINE WITH ME!! I wasn't planning on having him until the second week in Oct., so this was really exciting.

I went and picked up Porter from daycare after work on Monday, and suprised him. We went and picked up lil' Cecil. He is so sweet. My Mom wanted to come with us to pick him up, so I stopped and got her (she just lives down the street from where we were going) she was in LOVE with all the little puppies. She has always said that she wants a weiner dog farm. haha.. Like I mentioned in the previous posts, there are 4 at my Mom's. When we dropped my Mom back off at home, we took Cecil in to see the other 4. They didn't know what to think about him... they just sniffed him up and down, and were really gentle. I'll have to take him out there often, so they are used to each other.

My heart breaks every morning when I need to leave to go to work. I HATE hearing him cry. Poor little guy. I know he'll be fine, and that he'll eventually calm down, but I still feel horrible leaving him...