Thursday, October 14, 2010

Lonely Mrs.

Last night:

I ate popcorn and pixy stix for dinner.

I watered every single flower/bush that survived my neglect "care" this year.  And possibly even some pretty weeds.

I sang and danced to Sara Bareilles with the pups, but we got too tired to break out some Lady Gaga.

I watched 3 hours straight of America's Funniest Home Videos, and laughed more at the pups' interest in the television screen than what was actually playing on the screen.  (Penny loves the animal montages.)

I slept with a light on in the kitchen, living room, bathroom, and on the back deck.

I woke up to every single little noise... even if it was just the pups rolling over in the kitchen.

I dreamed that stupid big scary dinosaurs came to our house and smashed our pumpkins, but Andrew and Penny scared them away with the water hose (while Copper and I hid in the closet).

I let Kitty Bug sleep right on my neck, and every time she woke me up, I pet her instead of kicking her off and rolling over.


If you guessed that Andrew is out of town, you are correct.
I miss him.

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

Meet Da Budd

(Since I'm easing back into the swing of all things bloggy, here is the first of four family member introduction posts.)

Meet Copper Budd Ray.

Copper Ray, first day home, March 2009

One chilly day in March 2009, Andrew finally gave in to my whining and begging and we went to PetSmart Adoption Day to look for two little Ray pups to call our own.  Our intention was to try to find something along the lines of a female Border Collie and a male German Shepherd (see this post I wrote back in the day).  Andrew and I both agreed on adopting rather than purchasing from a breeder for many reasons (tender-heartedness, cost, dog temperments, etc.), and that particular weekend I'd heard that they had a litter of German Shepherd mix puppies.  When we got to PetSmart, we talked to a lady about what we were looking for, and she told us they had a male Australian Shepherd mix puppy, the last one of a small litter who had been by himself for a couple of weeks since his siblings were adopted.  She said that Australian Shepherds are similar to Border Collies in looks and temperament, so we decided to meet the pup. 

When we got to the cage, shoved in the very back corner, was a very depressed looking puppy.  Andrew pulled him out and placed him in my arms, and he didn't move.  He didn't wag his tail.  He just sat there, looking depressed.  I remember saying, "Andrew, I don't want this dog! He's giving me the stink eye. He hates me."  But Andrew told me he was just lonely, and he thought he was a perfectly cute puppy who just needed some cheering up.  He convinced me to let us walk around with him for a bit and see what would happen.  So we walked him around for a bit and took turns holding him.  After a little while, I realized he was snuggling with me.  He hadn't quite warmed up, but was beginning to seek a little attention from us.  We decided to see how he was with other dogs, so we brought him over to the cage of German Shepherd pups.  There were 9 puppies in this crate, which automatically stressed me out.  How could we pick just one out of all those homeless pups?  We decided to set the Australian Shepherd down, stand next to him, and open the cage to see if any pups stood out to any of us.  Well, when we opened the cage, 8 puppies ran to Andrew and me, and one little thing ran straight to the pathetic puppy... who then turned into the happiest, most boisterous puppy in the whole store!  From day one, it was meant to be- we had found our Copper & Penny.

Snuggling with Aunt Shannon and learning sweet wisdom from Maddie, March 2009

Copper and Penny adjusted to being siblings better than I could have ever dreamed.  Copper may be the oldest (and biggest), but he has been a pushover from the beginning.  He lets Penny boss him around, and maintains the most laid-back attitude ever.  (Last night, I draped a long beach towel down his back and turned him into 'Bridal Budd'.  He walked around the house with me holding his train and didn't care one bit.  Penny was his flower girl... she was holding a toy.)

Copper, post-surgery, Spring 2009

Copper wasn't the brightest puppy.  He seemed to have a lot of balance issues and made the silliest faces.  In their first few months at home, we started seeing previews for the movie Up.  The dog in the preview that says, "Hi there," and "I just met you, but I love you," reminded us so much of Copper, that we turned that into his voice.  We have Budd-versations all the time.  Most commonly, he says, "Momma, shut up. I sleepin."


July 2009, Shmimi and PePaw's pool

 It didn't take long for us to realize that Copper LOVED other dogs (particularly his cousin, Wilbur Curtis Cander a.k.a my sister's pup-son).  People, not so much.  He had picked his 2 people he was loyal to (Andrew and me), but for the first few months, he still didn't trust us very much.  He was (sometimes still is) terrified of men with deep voices.  And when he got in trouble with Andrew, it would take him hours to approach him again.  It took about 3 months before I thought he even liked me. 

Budd in the snow, February 2010

In the first year, we learned that Copper hates water, but absolutely loves snow.  We had a snow day earlier this year, and Copper went nuts playing and hopping and diving around.  I remember the next day when the snow had melted, there was only a small strip left next to the fence and he ran full speed and dove right into it!

Copper posing, January 2010

The first year, we also learned that Copper loves to chew, dig, and eat things he's not supposed to.  We learned from the neighbor that Copper would dig a hole under the fence, crawl out and then hold the fence up so Penny could get through.  He's nothing if not dedicated to that sister of his.

Copper and his pink toy, January 2010

Copper's favorite color is pink.  My sister brought matching baby blue and pink puppy kongs when she first met them.  Copper never let Penny touch the pink one and it lasted over a year before they finally ate it!  Recently, I found a pink camo stuffed toy and it was his baby before he gave in and ate it.  He always picks one favorite toy, and while he is in the house, it never leaves his side.  Right now it is a squeaky hot dog toy from the Dollar Tree.  The other day, Andrew was trying to pick up and every time he put the hot dog in the toy basket, Copper would sneak behind him and get it back out!

Copper and Penny, 2009
Every night, Copper snuggles up on his bed in the kitchen.  But by morning, he is usually sprawled out in the middle of the kitchen floor ("I hot, Momma.").

Copper playing, Summer 2010

Copper goes through some hysterical hyper spurts.  He'll plop the front part of his body down and stick his butt up in the air and yip yip like a girl.  He particularly likes it when I creep up to him with Wicked Witch of the West hands.  He runs these crazy figure eights that take up the entire backyard.  But my most favorite thing he does is the Grand Budd Leap.  We have 2 doors that lead out to the backyard on either side of the sunroom.  The one on the left goes out to the deck, and the one on the right goes out to the yard and is on the same side as their pen.  Every morning, I go out the door on the right to feed the pups, but Copper waits at the door on the left.  As soon as I open the other door, he runs and takes a Grand Budd Leap off the deck and down to the yard.  Picture an airborn Copper, arms and legs straight out, head held high, ears flopped up, tongue hanging out, and a happy smile on his face.  It is to DIE for!  (I always picture him saying, "I am Da Buuuuuuuuuudd!" as he leaps.)


Copper hogs both beds, Summer 2010

Copper looooves to stretch out.  Every day when he comes in, he stretches himself out on the cool hardwood floor.  When he climbs out of bed, he lets his legs hang behind.  Every time he gets off the couch (shh, don't tell Andrew), he stands for a minute with his front legs on the ground, and his legs stretched out behind him.  ("Dat feels nice.")

Copper leaping the fence, August 2010

I was chatting with a customer one day and we discovered that we both had Australian Shepherd mixes.  He started talking about how that dog knew about 200 ways to get out of a fence.  Apparently, Australian Shepherds will do anything to get to the person they are loyal to.  So far, Copper has dug under the fence about 200 times, climbed the chainlink like a ladder countless times, chewed through the chicken wire on the top of his pen a few times ("Get me out of da jail!"), and lately he has preferred to make a clean leap OVER the fence.  Where does he go each time he gets out?  To the kitchen door in the garage.  I can't tell you how many times I've been cooking dinner, and seen him pop up in the window. ("Momma, let me IN.")  Penny doesn't even bother getting out with him anymore.  Just the other day when I got home from work, Andrew was out back with the pups, so I went straight into the bedroom to change and then start getting dinner ready rather than go get the pups.  Well, apparently that pissed Budd off pretty good because leaped the fence TWICE to come and yell at me for not saying hi to him and Penny.  Buddhead.

Copper's School Picture, Special Ed 2010

Copper will ham it up for a photo.  I love setting my camera to continuous shoot to see what kind of faces I can capture.  See the above photo.  That alone shows just how "special" he is.

Momma and Budd, October 2010
I don't know how Andrew and I got so lucky with the two pups we took a chance on.  Sometimes, I wonder what would have happened if we only got Copper, or if we didn't get him at all.  He has turned out to be the most loving dog ever.  And no matter what kind of day I've had, he and special Budd hugs and goofy smile get me laughing every time.

Monday, October 11, 2010

My Sweet Penny...

 Sweet little Penny Baby...

...sweet cozy Penny Babs...

 ...sweet snuggly daddy-loving baby girl...

 ...sweet Penny with the adorable face that gets her whatever she wants...

...swee- um, well. Ahem. Get 'em, girl.

Grumpy Gills & Money Woes

Sometimes, I think Andrew has a sixth sense.  Or maybe his laziness is coincidental.  I'll explain:

Andrew is heading out of town for a work trip for a few (8) days and he said last week sometime that he probably should have a few new shirts and pants for the trip.  So, of course, I turned that into "Let's go shopping this weekend."  Our Saturday was booked up with Family Day for his work and dinner/fire/baseball game night with the Carpenters.  Sunday morning, Andrew went golfing with a work buddy, so I made sure to be showered and ready when he got home so we could do a little shopping... oh, boy was I ready to get some $16 Old Navy jeans!

So, when he gets home from golfing, this was our conversation:

A:  "Look at you!  All showered and dressed!"  (Ok, so maybe I'm known for not changing out of my pajamas on Sundays.)
C:  "Yeah!  I'm ready to do some shopping."
A:  "Umm... what?"
C:  "Shopping.  For the things you need for your trip.  And for my $16 jeans."
A:  "Umm... well, I kind of just wanted to hang out, take a nap and watch the baseball game."
C:  (pouting)
A:  "And we really should be watching our money."
C:  (pouting)
A:  "But if you really want to go, we can."
C:  (pouting)
A:  "Chelsea [watch it- full first name means trouble], would you like to go shopping?"
C:  "No."
(Andrew gives up, goes to the couch.  I head into the garage to take out some agression by stripping paint off an old coffee table, pretty sure I was grumbling something along the lines of, "What a waste of a shower.")

Well, as it turns out, it's a good thing Andrew was feeling particularly lazy yesterday.  We just found out that our mortgage company miscalculated the amount needed in our escrow account for taxes, and our mortgage just went up $200 for the next 12-24 months.  (They tried to up it $300, but Andrew talked them down somehow.)

The most annoying part is, earlier this year we got a nice and cushy check because they OVER-estimated the amount we would need.  And they lowered our payment by $80 a month.  And we never even thought of saving that money for something like this.  Instead we used it on things we needed for the house. 

So, lesson learned: if the mortgage company sends you a check, save it.  Because most likely they will take it back times two.

Friday, October 8, 2010

Sara, Sara, Sara...

Amazing.  Fantastic.  SUPER talented.  Beautiful.  Hilarious. 
Sara, I want to be you.

We had an amazing time at the concert last night.  I felt like I had my mouth hanging open in shock the whole time because that girl can SING.  She sounds better live than she does on her albums.  Who does that, really?  A few songs in, she came out from behind the piano to play the guitar and sing, and I'm pretty sure Andrew fell in love with her 12,714 times.

We drank ice cold Blue Moons and Sweetwater and ate popcorn up in the balcony during the opening acts: Holly Conlan and Greg Laswell... and watched the crowd in front of the stage get bigger and bigger. 

There were 4 or 5 guys (with 1 or 2 girls) right up next to center stage near Sara's piano, and they were hysterically excited.  I'm talking hands-in-the-air, squealing-and-whooping, close-to-tears hysterical.  Sara LOVED it... she was messing with them the whole concert.  First thing this morning, I went on Youtube... lo and behold, those crazy fans had already posted some videos:





We didn't want it to be over.  I wonder if Andrew will take a quick drive up to Nashville tonight so we can see her again.

Thursday, October 7, 2010

Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, uh oh...

Andrew and I are going to see Sara Bareilles tonight.  At the Variety Playhouse in Atlanta. 
It's sold out. 
It should be spectacular. 
And I am pretty freaking excited. 
Found myself giggling into my strawberry milk a few times this morning.

And if you're wondering why my post title is full of "uh oh", just watch this:

I think if Andrew gets one more uh oh text from me, he might find a new date to the event.

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

Um, Hello? Anybody out there?

Man, it has been a while.  A pathetically long while.  But I'm ready to refresh this bloggy up and get things shaking again.  You see, I went about this all wrong the first time... tried to create picture-perfect posts and ended up with generic updates on our little family.  Where's the fun in that?  Then, a couple of months ago, I realized that my inspiration for blogging stemmed from my craptastic ability to retain memories.  So I reacted on that in the literal sense with a blog called Chelsea Remembers.  This immediately set some very limiting precedents: each post/paragraph began with "I want to remember...", each post was very structured and committed to the memory discussed, and while the memories were about our little family, it still wasn't an actual look into what our life is.  Needless to say, I hopped off that train about three posts in.  (I may republish those posts here later... because I DO want to remember.  You hear that, Brain?!)

Anyway, in a nutshell:  I'm back to blogging.  This will be a lot less structured, and whole lot more real.  If you don't like dogs, I'm sorry for you.  Because 98.3% of the photos I take are of our two Ray pups (the other 1.7% is a mix of scenery, camera experimenting, and us).  They are our babies, and everything they do is either funny or amazing.  (What can I say?  It's our first taste of parenting!)  Life is a journey and I'm ready to document it just a smidge better than we were before.

That was some nutshell.  It was a coconut shell.

Oh, and I'm really bad at endings.  And I'm pretty lazy.  But Andrew picks his nose a lot, Copper prefers toilet water, Penny has bad gas and Kitty Bug loves to smell morning breath.  Such is life at the Ray house.