48 Hours

In less than 48 hours I should be tackling Jason to the ground. I got the e-mail this evening that he made it safely into Kuwait, and he should make it into Cincinnati by Tuesday evening. Much preparation for Jason's arrival has gone on these past several days. Thanks to Anna's help the house has been cleaned from top to bottom, and I can honestly say that my legs will be shaved for the first time in ten months. When I stop and think about the fact that I'm finally going to see my husband again I start to hyperventilate a little. What's the only thing that could put a damper on my excitment? The Saints are going to the superbowl. Jason is going to be absolutely impossible these next two weeks waiting in anticipation for the big game. My only recourse will be to throw on a Saints jersey and helmet and run around the house yelling, "who dat" to get his attention. LOL I'm mostly joking. I'm beyond excited to see my husband again, ten months is a long freaking time.

I know, I know

I know what you're going to say. I've already heard it from my good friend, my boss, my mother in law, and my husband. And all I have to say in response is it's all Amanda's fault. I would like everyone to meet the newest member of the family. This is Mimi the pug...



If you've been reading this blog for any length of time then you already know that, yes, this is dog number four. I know that I'm crazy, that my husband is away at war, that my house is small, that my backyard is a swamp, and that four dogs officially puts me in the 'crazy dog lady' catagory. But look at this pitiful little face



So Wednesday I get a phone call from Amanda telling me that a lady at church has an old, blind pug that she and her husband had been fostering. They were looking for a good home for this little girl. So by Thursday I was over there meeting little Mimi and by Saturday Mimi was the newest member of the family. She's probably around 11 years old, has horrible cataracts so she's can't she a thing, and spent the majority of her life completely neglected and hidden away from humans and other animals. How can you say no to a poor doggie that needs your help. I couldn't.

She's incredibly quiet and doesn't make nearly the amount of pug noises that Gus makes. She's very calm and walks everywhere slowly and with her head down so she doesn't hurt herself when she runs into things. She has absolutley horrible, stinky farts, and terrible dog breath, but I'm thinking that might just be a pug thing because Gus does too. It will be an adjustment period I'm sure. She gets a little snippy when dogs come to smell her and she starts to feel uncomfortable. But I think just a little time with my pack and she'll fit right in. Welcome to the family Mimi, I promise to spoil you rotton and fatten you up.

Snow Puppy!

Jason and I call Edgar our snow puppy. For obvious reasons. He's clearly part husky with super fluffly fur that just screams give me some snow.



He becomes very excited when it's cold, and over-joyed when there's snow on the ground



He tries to bury himself in the snow, rolling around in it, sometimes sliding down the hill in our backyard in an attempt to get as much cold wet stuff under his fur as possible.




And he always comes in the house with a pile of snow sitting on top of his nose. The only thing I truly enjoy about winter is seeing Mr. Edgar so very happy.

We miss you Jason...Edgar needs someone to throw snowballs so he can chase them down and eat them.

Two tiny little weeks!