Thursday, March 24, 2011

Puppy Love

While Tony is out of town for the whole "bringing home the bacon" business, Tyson and I have some super bonding time. Generally, it's all fine. Just the usual doggy business, eating, sleeping, sniffing around, puking, and sleeping on me like I'm a futon.

Oh wait - those last two things aren't normal? That was just today. My 72 pound friend over here decided to make my afternoon more interesting by dry heaving. Have you heard a dog dry heave? I think it's worse than cats screeching right before they suck the breath out of babies.

And then it happened: dog vomit. Fabulous.  And while he was dry heaving - I of course was in the midst of changing from work. So I had two options: 1. Let Tyson puke all over the hallway or 2. Let my neighbors see me in all my glory.

Obviously I chose option 1. We were upstairs and anyway- it would have taken me a bit to get to the door.

You still love this pukey face.
So you can see why I laugh hysterically when people ask when Tony and I are having kids. Hello! I just let my dog puke in our hallway while I changed clothes, dog mother of the year.

But there are more fun things that Tyson and I bond over while Tony is gone. He's spoiled. Spoiled rotten - by Tony - his buddy. You see, our 74 lb bundle of joy likes to think he weighs 8 lbs and can sit on your lap at all times. Case in point:

If he could get any closer he would

Which leads me to bed time. After thinking he's an 8 pounder with room to spare, Tyson also thinks his bed is a queen with a new duvet and nice sheets from Bed, Bath, & Beyond. Luckily for him, there just happens to be a nice old sheet on top of the duvet so he doesn't have to worry about washing his duvet over and over. That dog hair gets everywhere you know. Generally Tony can keep him off the bed - they have a nightly routine - Tyson jumps up, Tony says "get down, that's not your bed," and then Tyson goes over and sulks in his actual bed, on the floor - for shame.

But when T is gone - oh it's on! Tyson claims Tony's spot and lays on it like white on rice. Which is fine by me - I don't mind him laying by my side. However, he doesn't stay like that. He's a bed moocher. I really wish I had a picture, or I knew what he was thinking. Probably something like, "Duuuu, this bed is comfy, this girl is kind of squishy too."

Oh sure - look all curled up now.....
For the past two nights, Tyson has used me as a body pillow.

I'll let you guess who got more sleep last night. Hint: She's the Mexican who has large, dark circles under her eyes.

After a couple sleepless nights, I let Mr. Ginestra know how things were going. Because obviously he wants a novel length text at 7:45 in the morning.

Tony: Good Morning! I love my king size bed, this is great, I could do somersaults if I wanted to!
Me: Ugh, I have a leg cramp - and dog hair in my ears - and a paw imprint on my face!
Tony: Well tell him to get down!
Me: Really? Every couple of hours, you would like me to wake out of coma-like sleep to tell the dog to 'get down' - have you met this dog?
Tony: Well, you're the boss!
Me: Oh right - because when his snout is all up in my armpit, I should just look down at him and say, Guess who's the boss - get down - I'll get right on that, it seems to work well at 2:45 am.

Alright - so the first two sentences didn't really happen. However, the snout in the armpit was for real. I guess I wasn't too stinky, he's still alive. However, he likes to sniff weird things on the ground.

But tonight is the last night - Tony is coming back in town tomorrow - can I get a heck yes! from the people! - and I'm going to show Tyson's who the boss is - I'd really like to not have snouts in my armpits for one night.

I can't wait to walk on you like a pull out couch....with memory foam.

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Just A Nice Little Saturday...errr Monday

We've become those people who do weekend projects...except we sometimes choose to do them late at night...on weekdays. We obviously like to stray from the norm.  However, unlike my previous issues with starting but not finishing projects - we've started a big project: Operation Kitchen.

Oh yes - it's time for our lovely tile, white laminate, and gross & stained floors (I'm having an ultimate brain fart - sorry Mom- and cannot remember what our floors are called. Don't be surprised if it comes randomly in this post) to get out of dodge.

A few weekends ago - it began with paint. Oh wait - should I tell you our list of projects we want to accomplish. You know I love lists. Here is goes:

  • Paint the yellow walls
  • Fix the weird plaster that came off when Tony's house got broken in too
  • Replace the nasty hood stove - nasty stove hood? with microwave
  • Replace floors 
  • Clean those nasty cobwebs from those freaking spiders who never leave - I'm looking at you Charlotte and your 74,529 kids!
  • Replace back splash - the only vines I enjoy are when grapes are on the beginning stages of wine
  • Ruin the 1982 laminate counter tops - or maybe just replace them
Are you jealous? Don't worry - I took pictures of the before so you can really see the kitchen in all it's glory. Let me just say the one thing I enjoyed about the kitchen is the yellow walls. And boyaah - those suckers are gone.

Back to the beginning - a few weeks ago we painted. I've always liked the idea of painting rooms. And by this point, Tony and I have had our fair share of painting together. Let's just say this: I would like to call myself a pretty good taper - I did live with my Dad who was an intense taper. I do believe he would double check our tape jobs before actually painting.

And I would like to call Tony, well, it's great that he can reach higher than I can. Just kidding - he also likes to point out places that we've missed and spots to touch up.  Literally this morning: You'll have to touch up that spot right there, I mean I'll help you and stuff.


You would think a simple paint job would be simple - tape, mix, paint. Ugh. We like to add extra projects: like moving the stove and finding some more Slick Rick surprises, and making the decision to remove the stove hood - hood stove (what the heck is that called??) at which point I received this little gem from Tony:

"You know you get kind of bossy when we do projects."

Really? Did I mention he was telling me this as I was holding up the greasy stove hood Biggest Loser style.

That's love right there. But I digress - maybe it's been too long since I posted. Hmm. Anyway - our little kitchen project has led me to our Monday night adventure. Hello Lowe's.

Although we've already been there once to look at paint, back splash and counter tops, we just love going back for more! And we had to pick out and order new counter tops.....and back splash. Our first idea had gone well....then we actually looked at our flooring when it came in - but I'll save that for another post. Instead, I'll let you know what I did while Tony was talking to the counter top man - who looked like an animated Santa Clause with just the mustache. Oh yes.

Wow. This post is getting long. Whoops - well, I'll leave you with pictures. Some before of our kitchen remodel and how to entertain yourself in Lowes at 8:45 pm on a Monday evening.

Meet our Kitchen. Yellow & Bright....

Oh hello vines - see you in a glass soon enough

Our favorite back splash on the table...our next house.

Ah vines, you wanted a close up to show off your friend the stove hood?

Vinyl flooring....what every dream kitchen least I had new rugs down.

Put a little spackle on the will help....maybe.
Oh Tyson - welcome to the tour....please clean up your slobber...the floor is dirty.

No? Running away. Fine.
 And now on to Lowe's entertainment....for your entertainment.
Obviously the loud beeping was shocking to me at 8:48 pm.
Meet the cart....that rolled to the right a bit...which carried our tile sample...cause I didn't want to carry it.

I'm serious about my tile. This is no joking manner....and I almost got caught taking pictures of myself. Don't judge.
Are you more confused than ever after reading this post? Me too, but that's an everyday occurrence. But tune in soon....or remind me to write. This weekends project: Tiling the floors. A weekend of Tony and friends becoming contractors. Multiple pictures will be taken. Maybe video if you are lucky.

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Marking my Religion

Today marks Ash Wednesday - the start of Lent and the time where every good Catholic goes to church....or for those who remember their Catholic upbringing, go back to church until Easter.

I have already told Tony that I want to be better about going to church during Lent - I was great before the wedding, and then...well...not so great. And then my mom found out that I hadn't been going - apparently she has spies. Not really, but let's just say we have a lot of cousins everywhere.

But like a good Catholic girl, I went to mass over my lunch break.  It was very helpful that a Catholic Church is right now the street. And let me tell you - it was packed. The man I sat next to was kind of stinky. At first I thought he was a homeless man, but after a while, I figured he wasn't.

Church is always an interesting experience. I mean, I pray and all, but sometimes it can be like the airport. A great people watching place - especially on important holidays. However, as great as my people watching is, I always get a little nervous when it comes to certain parts of the mass, and no amount of people watching will let my mind stray from these nerves.

The sign of peace - or for my non-Catholic friends, the handshakes.

It's the time where I start getting nervous and my hands start sweating. Yep. I have sweaty hands - and not just when I workout. The sad part of it is that I can't hide it - I mean you can only say that you put on lotion so many times.

But today - I won in the sweaty hand department. Oh yes. After hoping that I wouldn't have to shake hands with the stinky man next to me who kept coughing in his hand - hello, doesn't he know the vampire cough/sneeze? - it happened. My hands began to sweat and I wondered if I could keep my hands dry enough to give the sign of peace to all of these strangers that I will never have to see again.

Luckily for me - all those around me shook fast.....but then I got a handshake from a man who had a cold, clammy, sweaty hand.

And I resisted the urge to wipe my hand on my jacket.

That's not all that I thought of during church though - don't worry mom - I did listen to the homily. Something about giving up chocolate....kidding, I kid.

Ash Wednesday is also the time when you get a cross of ashes on your forehead. It brought back lots of memories of grade school and high school Ash Wednesday all school mass. It was the time that every girl wished she had bangs, you hoped when you went up to receive your ashes that you didn't get someone with a heavy hand, and you didn't notice everyone looking at you funny - since they all had ashes like you.

Of course as live led on - things changed. Okay - well not the whole bang, heavy handed thing - but you realize not everyone gets ashes on their forehead. Lucky for me - everyone at work already knew that I was Catholic so it's not a huge deal to them to see me with a mark on my head....however there aren't many people to compare ashes too at work.

Guess I'll have to wait for my sister to get hers and swap pictures.