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WOWEE WOW WOW! I went and saw the Twilight movie last weekend (Saturday afternoon) with some of my BeAuTiFuL cousins. IT WAS AWESOME! I am jealous of Edward and Bella. Being young and infatuated with each other. aaawwwww. It's sort of refreshing.

Anyway, we were crate-training Cecil for the last few weeks. He has graduated to the bathroom. A little bit more freedom for him. Well, one day last week, I came home for lunch to check on him, and this is what I found...

And here he is waiting outside the bathroom, looking at me like,

"What? Did I do something wrong?"

He loves anything that comes out of the dryer. These are 'newly warmed' towells... I let him cuddle on them for a minute... Look at that face! How can I resist!?

Little stinker. He is so dang cute. I love how excited he gets when we come home. He has a great personality. Will gave him a new toy to play with.. a golf ball. And he loves it.

Little Cecil

I haven't posted about Cecil for a few posts now... So I thought I'd post some more pics of him. He is turning into a 'long dog' (hahaha) that's what I call our daschsunds (or weenie dogs). He is the cutest. And he has such a great personality on him. That is of course, except for at 2 in the morning when he thinks it's time to get up and play. Little turd. That happened last night. Will ended up staying up with him from midnight to about 1, then Will snuck out into the living room while I was sleeping, and left me to fend myself with Cecil. Sneaky Sneak. SO, I was up with Cecil till about 2 or so. Off and On. He would lay down and relax for about 10-15 minutes, then want to get up and play again. I just had to keep telling him NO, and try to settle him down. Finally he fell asleep around 3 and I had to get up at 5:50. Anyway, here are some pictures of him... I made him a little sweater..

Will & I are now carpooling...

So, there I was driving home from work yesterday... and I get side-swiped by some crazy lady driver going god-knows-how-fast. I was driving along in the right hand lane, and she was in the far left (on the freeway). All the sudden, I see her cutting across all 3 lanes to try and get off the exit that was on the right hand side of the freeway. It just so happens I was in her way. She didn't have her blinker on and it didn't seem like she even looked to see if anyone was in the way. She just darted across the freeway. Best part of it is.. she has no insurance. She hit the front, left side of my truck, and smacked the rest of her SUV into mine as we kept going.. I have quite a bit of body damage, and the alignment is off. Lovely. When we came to a stop, I was freaking out. Crying like a baby. IT SCARED THE SHI* OUT OF ME. I immediately called Will and told him what happened. She hit me pretty hard. I didn't really feel much pain or stiffness last night, but this morning my back is really bugging me. (More than normal.) (For those of you who don't know, I have Scoliosis.. and I pretty much just deal with the pain on a daily basis anyway..) Back to the story.. when we came to a stop, I couldn't control my tears, they just kept coming. I was so freaked out. I have NEVER been in an accident that severe. I've been in rear-end crashes, but that's about it. Anyway, she came and knocked on the window (while she was on her cell phone) and she asked if I was ok. That was it. Then she walked away. Looking back on the situation it seemed like she didn't even care that she almost killed me. I am surprised I didn't yell at her. I was so mad, but scared at the same time. And the BITC* doesn't have insurance. GREAT. Now what am I going to do. I can't afford to pay for my truck to get fixed. Anyway, here are some pics... the drivers side door will only open a few inches, so when I got home I had to crawl out the passenger side.

Loosing Teeth & Playin In Leaves

We had a pretty eventful weekend. Porter dressed up as a vampire (again.) He wanted to wear his costume again because it still fit. He didn't have school on Friday, so I had to leave work around 2 to pick him up. As we were on our way to the house to pick up Cecil, Porter started messing with his loose tooth. It was ready to come out. So, I told him to keep messing with it and it would come right out. Sure enough, it came out! He was so excited! It was his first tooth that he lost! So, we called his Dad and he told Will all about it. That night, the tooth fairy came and left him $1.00. Porter really wanted to keep his tooth for some reason, so Will talked to the tooth fairy and asked her to make sure to leave the tooth so that Porter could keep it. He's a funny kid.

He had his school Halloween parade on Thursday, because of 'no school' on Friday.

So, after he pulled his tooth out on Friday, we were both dressed up, so we got Cecil and went to see Will at his work. Everyone loved our costumes. Tiffany wanted to take Po trick-or-treating, so we took him up to her at the salon around 5:30. They went trick-or-treating with Cooper (Po's friend) and Cooper's Mom and 2 sisters. They had a lot of fun. We got a call from Tiff around 8, saying that Ashley's (Cooper's Mom) car wouldn't start. Tiffany had left her car at Ashley's house, and they all road in Ashley's... So, Will, Cecil, and I went to rescue everyone. We went and picked up Tiff, Ashley, Po, Coop, and Coop's 2 little sister's (I don't remember their names...) and took them all to Ashley's house. We hung out for a bit and let the kids play, then it was time to go home. It was our weekend, so we took Po home with us.

Saturday morning, I woke up pretty early with Po and Cecil. I couldn't sleep... So, we let Will sleep, and went into the living room to play. Cecil and Po were wrestling and I was watching and laughing. They make me laugh pretty hard. Po gets him so riled up. Cecil will bark at him, with his little barky voice. It's pretty cute.

This is the aftermath of the wrestling... He's pooped. So, he comes and cuddles with Mom.

We took Cecil on a walk on Saturday evening, and he loved it. He was going crazy running through the leaves. He's a crazy dog. He had a lot of fun. He got running so fast, the leave would fly up behind him.

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...

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.