Welcome Home Whiskey!

Trigger officially has a little brother, and they LOVE eachother. Whiskey is a purebred Australian Sheppard and will be 8 weeks old tomorrow. They have spent the whole five days we've had the pup chasing eachother around, having tug-of-war matches, and sharing eachothers waterbowls. If only such things kept my tail wagging!

R.I.P. Kitty Kitty

Growing up, I wasnt allowed to have pets, so when I moved in with Nick it frequently came up in conversation as to whether or not we should get one. We never did agree that the timing was right, and put the idea temporarily to rest. Then (about three years ago) my Grandpa passed away the day before my birthday. We were very close, and I was an emotional wreck. Nick and his brother Brad worked together to keep me occupied for the afternoon of my birthday, and when I was allowed to return home, there was a baby kitty waiting for me. She really kept my mind off of things, and as time went by, she became a constant happy reminder of my Grandpa. She was grumpy cat alright, but I loved her with all my heart. Anyone who knew me knew my Emma was my baby. A few weeks ago she became ill and we decided it was best to put her down. As hard as it was for me to say goodbye, I know she is free of pain and in a better place. She may be gone, but i'll love her and miss her forever....

Hard At Work...

The last couple weeks Nick and I (ok...mainly Nick) have been hard at work in the yard trying to jazz it up a bit and make it our own. The biggest project was fixing the front sidewalk leading up to our house, but Nick and his dad did a great job capping it, and it is now very appealing and far more safe than the old one was. He also dug a trench on either side of the sidewalk, framed it, and we filled it with river rock. Nick built me a garden, and we set up the archway we used at our wedding in front of it. Nick dug out and planted some new trees in the backyard,and transplanted some bushes into the front yard, and I planted some flowers as well. Have a look!

My Husband, The Artist...

This is what happens when a man gets ahold of a chainsaw, and uses his imagination. And yes, it currently resides in my backyard on display.

25 Years of Love...

My parents were married 25 years ago as of yesterday, and last night we had a surprise party for them. The night of my wedding, my dad made me swear I wouldn’t plan anything, and he wouldn’t drop it until I swore up and down I didn’t have the time or energy to plan another big event anyway. Unbeknown to them, I was lying. I knew they didn’t want a big to-do, but I wanted to do a little something to celebrate their 25 years of love. I thought about having a few of their friends over for a BBQ, but when the guest list got to be nearing 30 people, I quickly changed my mind and booked a reservation at Casey’s Chinese Restaurant. As far as my parents knew, Nick and I were going to pick them up and bring them to the restaurant to have supper with just us and my brother. In reality, we had told everyone to meet at the restaurant at 7:30, and the plan was to bring my parent shortly after. Our reservation was for 7:30, and we arrived at their house around 7:00 to give them a card, and send out our congratulations. Little did we know, they’d be waiting in the porch with their shoes and jackets on. So, after a few excuses, and a bit of stalling, we convinced my dad to sit down for a drink, and made small talk before heading off to the restaurant. My brother Ryan drove my mom and dad, and Nick and I took my car. We sped like banshees all the way downtown, and raced into the restaurant to beat them there. (Which was completely unnecessary because my dad had to stop at the atm anyway, as he thought he should pay for his anniversary dinner??) We settled in, and shortly after they arrived, very surprised. We had about 25 of their nearest and dearest friends, three of which weren’t expected as we thought they were out of the country, in attendance. I think my mom was actually nearing tears, but she’s one tough gal, so she held it together. Waiting for them was a dozen green roses, a $250 gift card to the spa in Moose Jaw with some spa salts, a whole pile of cards, and a beautiful framed collage made by my mom’s dear friend Linda, from the day of their wedding. After getting over the initial surprise and embarrassment, we had a great meal, shared some great laughs, and had a few drinks. All in all it was a good night, and I’m glad I was able to organize something to show them that I’m very proud of them for staying strong through sickness and health, for better or worse this last quarter century and hopefully the rest of their lives.

Happy Mother's Day...

God made a wonderful mother,
A mother who never grows old;
He made her smile of the sunshine,
And He moulded her heart of pure gold;
In her eyes He placed bright shining stars,
In her cheeks fair roses you see;
God made a wonderful mother,
And He gave that dear mother to me.
-----Pat O'Reilly

Heidi Montag's Epic Fail...

Heidi Montag is officially well on her way to looking like Joan Rivers and Janice Dickenson and I find it quite disgusting to say the least. I completely understand the “I would feel more beautiful inside if I looked more beautiful on the outside” mantra, but 10 plastic surgeries in one session? Get real! I find it terribly annoying that she claims to be much happier now, but can’t even move her cheeks enough to sport a smile. Heidi used to be an attractive young female who prowled around with confidence and grace. Now, she has officially aged way beyond her years, and can’t even eat a hamburger with a fork and knife. I watched The Hills final season premier last Tuesday, and couldn’t help but laugh at the fact that her face was so stiff she couldn’t even cry when her mom told her ‘the old’ Heidi was far more beautiful than ‘the new’ one. The overwhelming list of things she got “fixed” included liposuction (like she needed it), a nose job, a boob job, ear pinning, eyebrow lift, back shaping and the list goes on. On the show she made the comment that she was done for a while. Jesus….I should hope so! Considering there isn’t a whole lot left to do, I think getting any more done would be a huge mistake. US Weekly tells us that ‘Heidi and her friends have been destroyed by fame.’ I think its safe to say that statement is completely false considering a) Heidi doesn’t have any friends, and b) almost everyone from The Hills has gone on to better themselves (with the exception of Kristin) both in their personal lives by ditching the useless duds of boyfriends, and in their career paths by taking chances and experiencing new things. Cast members like Lauren, Audrina and Whitney seem to have everything under control while Heidi can’t hold a job, marries a complete douche, and wrecks her face and body - the only thing she had going for her. And yet, I can’t seem to find any sympathy for the stupid twat.