New Addition to the family

I should've known we'd fall in love the first moment he jumped on my lap. It certainly has been an adventure this week with 6 puppies. We took them to the adoption event today and Curly was adopted. I knew she would be the first to go, she was very sweet and the cutest of the litter. I'm not sure what name is going to stick with the one we kept, originally I had named him Stubby because he has a stub tail. I have to say that he picked us as his owners. According to the organization we were helping with we are considered "foster failures", meant to be endearing of course. It was strange when we took the puppies this morning, I felt very protective of them. As I watched people looking at them I was thinking, "Uh no, you can keep walking". Of course its not up to me to choose who will take them home but I didn't realize how attached I had become.
I also didn't know where I would end up volunteering but I think I have found my place. I love that we can help save dogs and be part of a great organization.   Playing with dogs and helping them get adopted is so much better than sitting in cubicle hell :-)

Bad Hair Day

Yesterday morning I went to the salon for a haircut. I love my hairdresser, she has curly hair and knows exactly how to cut my hair. It took me some time to find her but trust me I'm never leaving her. She blew out my hair so it was straight, soft, and lovely. When I left I was looking around thinking "Oh yeah, guys want me and girls want to be me." Isn't that how we all feel when we leave the salon? D-boy even told me when he got home that I looked beautiful and he asked if I'd do my hair the same way today.

Fast forward to today, I washed my hair and did it curly. It was cute but by the time we got home from running errands I looked insane. Now I was thinking "Oh yeah, guys are running away as fast as possible and the girls want to know where I got my hair done, so they don't go to the same place!" How is this possible?? As soon as I got home I got out the straightener and took out the crazy curls. Its funny how my hair can change my day and my mood.  When D-boy comes home today I really hope he says his mommy is beautiful. 

Here's hoping tomorrow is better....

Puppyland

This is how I had to bring the puppies home in my car. And if you haven't counted already there are a total of 6. I finally got a call back from one of the places I volunteered to foster puppies. I wasn't planning on bringing 6 home but I couldn't say no, who doesn't like puppies? We only have them until Saturday where hopefully they will find their forever homes at the adoption event. I think they are appropriate to share on a Happy Wednesday. They have been running around our backyard for several hours and have made me smile almost all night. They also found some old dog toys and bones we had in the backyard, and of course some of D-boy's toys. I know they will get lots of love while they are staying with us. They might be the most spoiled foster puppies, we have bought them food, treats and toys. The pilot comes home tonight and he has already told me how I should feed them. I did remind him that there are 6, so good luck. I'm just going to pet them, love them, and let them run around the yard like crazy. I may not get much sleep this week but I don't mind. I found out had this organization not taken the puppies in they would've been put to sleep. I'm happy that I can be at home to help. I may not be saving the world but I was a part of saving these little guys :-)
Temporary names are Stubby, Curly, Sonny, Benji girl, Scrappy, and Milo....

Over Easy Eggs, not so easy

I absolutely love over easy eggs, any time we go out to breakfast it is my go to choice. I recently discovered that when you order potatoes with them its great to break the yokes over the potatoes. Very yummy. I went to a local cafe yesterday morning and ordered the all american breakfast, over easy eggs, potatoes, toast and sausage. Sat in the little cafe as I re-read Twilight. Yes I'm a fan but don't judge me, its just another world to get caught up in.
Anyway I attempted this morning to make the eggs myself. My cousin came to visit and taught me that I can just cover the pan after I've broken the eggs. This was an amazing trick and I've been using it almost every morning since they visited. The only problem is I don't know when to turn the stove off. As much as I want them over easy they end up being over-medium. How much easier can someone make this for me?? When the pilot is home he always turns down the setting while I'm cooking the eggs, and I always go behind him and turn it back up. I'm sure that is probably the correct way but there is this tiny part of me that says "I do what I want", even if it is wrong. Silly me, all I want is to make it right. After years and years of getting it wrong, I guess I've just accepted defeat. I'll keep trying though, and maybe one morning I'll actually have a purpose for the toast I make with it......

When I grow up

When I was younger I wanted to be a princess when I grew up. Nobody told me I'd end up being a receptionist, administrative assistant, office manager, clinic patient coordinator, book keeper or accountant. These don't seem to have the same ring to them as Princess. So why did I want to be a princess? First thing I wanted was to meet my prince charming and live happily ever after. I wanted to be skinny and beautiful. I wanted to sing and dance gracefully. I should've known when I was trying to brush out my crazy curly hair I would never look like a disney princess. Singing, well lets just say in 8th grade I was asked politely not to join the choir. Skinny, well that lasted only till college. Every year after that I gained about 2 lbs a year. Beautiful, I've alway gotten "cute", so thats out the window. Dancing, ok I love to dance but I'm no ballerina. 

I still don't know what I want to be when I grow up and I'm 37. D-boy has told me he wants to be a rock star and race car driver. I'm pushing for the rock star because I think they are cool and now we don't have to pay for college.

What did you want to be when you grew up? BTW the pilot wanted to be a pilot :-)

The Art of Quitting

I've noticed throughout my life I tend to quit when things get hard. I may or may not be passing this trait on to my son. Luckily the pilot does not have the same mentality as me. When D-boy rides his bike and wants to quit, I just let him. When the pilot is home, he pushes D-boy to keep going. I think that is great, especially since I'm totally ok with quitting.
When I graduated high school I went straight to college, but after 3 semesters I quit. I didn't know what I wanted to do with my life so I left and got married. Apparently I thought marriage was easier than college. 10 years after that I went back to school because I wanted to at least get a degree.
I didn't notice until recently that I only last at jobs for 2 years. My last job I knew I wanted to leave but I was happy to know that the changes that were going to be made weren't going to affect me. Our department was going to have more responsibilities, which would be hard, which means its time to quit.
Anytime I decide I want to lose weight, I usually last about 4 months. I exercise 6 times a week and eat healthy. However after 4 months I realize how much I miss good food and that I'm not losing any weight. Its hard to lose weight, eating the foods I love is much easier.
I guess it isn't really an art just a formula, Hard = time to quit
Be prepared this blog may not last either, because once it gets hard, well you know.....

Happiness

Have you ever noticed that when you're in a moment that you truly feel happy it goes by too quickly? This was a picture from a great road trip we went on this summer. The drive was beautiful and I wish I could've remembered every single moment of it.

Yesterday the pilot and I talked about an ex-friend of his, who on the surface you would think was really happy. He has a huge house, a wife who is a doctor, 2 kids and a striving business he started himself. However he is stressed, drinks excessively and just seems angry. What is it that makes people happy? Its sad to think that people strive for these things, money & materials and yet they are still unhappy once these things are achieved. I started to reflect on my own life and I truly find happiness in the simple things. In all the stages of my life wherever we were, whatever we had I was happy. I don't think people realize that its not about the things you have or how much money you make, its about who you are as a person. I love to laugh, I love being with my family, I love that a great buffalo chicken sandwich can make my day. Truly my goal in life is to make sure my family is happy. I'm not saying my life is perfect, but I want to enjoy each day.

Happy quote for today:

“Now and then it's good to pause in our pursuit of happiness and just be happy.” 
― Guillaume Apollinaire

What makes you happy?