We lost a bit of sunshine today

Hi friends,

Every once in a while I have to post about something that isn't fun to write about. Today is one of those days. Today my good friend's, The Elbow's, lost their beautiful little dachshund to a horrible accident. Sally suffered an intestinal blockage earlier this week, and when the vet was running tests, she aspirated a significant amount of barium. Sally's blockage resolved, but unfortunately Sally's lungs weren't able to function properly, and Sally passed away late this morning.

She was the happiest dog I have ever met. Ever. On a scale of 1 to 10 she was easily a 27 and 1/2. She was that dog that everyone loved the second that they saw her spotty little cow butt start wagging.

So this is my tribute, to our gal Sal. It is so little for one so great. Sally, you will be missed. In your short time here you have touched so many, so very deeply. I know the otherside of the rainbow bridge is brighter now that you're there and I'm lucky to have you there to greet my furchildren one day. They will have a friend to show them the ropes and help them find the warmest places in the sun.

And wuv, tru wuv, will fowow you foweva...

For the past few days I've been watching The Kate's Stella and Maude. You guys might remember Stella from when I first went to get her from the Humane Society. Yeah so, let me tell you a little story about love, in pictures.

The end.

Honestly, Stella and Neville are in love. It was the most adorable thing that I have ever witnessed. I would crate one, and the other would lie outside of the crate digging at the door and whining for the other. They played for hours, and then I would find them spooning. They groomed each other. They shared toys. I mean, come on. My teeth hurt from watching them it was so sweet.

I took Stella back to Kate just a bit ago, and I came home to a very frantic Neville. He's *bolting* from room to room looking for her. Really. He's diving in and out of crates and he keeps running under the couch (her favorite hiding spot). He's crying. Neville never whines. Not even when we're leaving, but he's whining now.

There is nothing more amazing than love.

Rats, Deathstars, and general flakiness.

One thing that I hate.... I mean really hate....is showing up to class to find it that it has been canceled. Really, is it THAT HARD to send out an email to your class letting them know that you wont be in? It's a technology class....so my teacher should be all over things like mass mailing lists, right? Instead I drive all the way in to see that class will be canceled, and I suddenly have three hours to spare. See, all of my free time should be spent attempting to finish the rediculous amounts of homework that I need to get done before the end of the semester. I can't even work on homework because, you know, I didn't bring anything that I needed with me because I SHOULD HAVE HAD CLASS.

Bastards.

So now I'm sitting on campus, enjoying the gorgeous weather, and people watching. I think that people watching is great fun, especially considering the eclectic cross section of people that end up at STLCC. Occasionally, instead of just being voyeuristic, I actually hear some pretty useful little factoids.

For instance, I now know that the little blonde sitting next to me is back together with her boyfriend even though he slept with her sister. Her friend is telling her this is an awful idea, but she says it will be okay. It's love afterall, and nothing is better than love. *sigh* I also have learned from the group of meat heads gathered in front of me that snorting Valium while drinking vodka will put you in the hospital. That is where the one with bad acne was, and why he doesn't have any of his homework completed. Also, I know that the lady directly across from me has just grounded her child for hitting her brother with a whiffleballbat....which is just plain awesome.

See what I mean? Where would I be without this information?

In all seriousness though, I haven't updated in awhile and I have so many awesome stories to share. Perfect example, the manchild and I installed our own garden and he won us this nifty little composter at work that looks like a death star. It's rad. I have pictures, but they're at home and I'm not*. Neville decided to try his hand at muskrat racing and failed, beautifully, when he fell off the dock and into the pool on accident. Though I can't begin to tell you how hilarious this was, it was still unfortunate that this was his first experience with water.... and not a good one at all. I was assaulted by a rat at earthdog, this left me bleeding and with wounded pride to go along with it. With the amount of blood that I shed, it's a miracle that I didn't pass out. I give kudo's to The Kate's amazing bandaging skills.... and I'm pregnant.

No, not really. I just wanted to see if you were paying attention. Well, I have nothing else for now. I'll post more pictures later....pinky swear!

**The reason I'm not at home being productive is because my teacher canceled class....in case you missed that memo. Not that I'm bitter or anything, I mean, psh, I wouldn't expect the teacher to send out an email or give us a phone call, no....no I wouldn't. That would be outrageous.

Back in the day....

That's right. I'm getting to that age when I look at pictures of me and think, whoa, was I really EVER that young? Yes, it turns out that I was, and someone caught it on film.

This was me with my Grandfather, whom I still adore to this day. I never knew this picture existed and he emailed it to me tonight. It's a really adorable picture, I love the way he's looking at me. I probably had just said something bratty right before turning to smile at the camera.

Ahh, memories.

Brit? Like....Brittany?

Besides Dachshunds and my husband....I'm totally in love with Bret from Flight of the Conchords. He's the skinny guy on the right. Because, of course, I love Flight of the Conchords oh so much I have this strange obsession with making everyone else on the planet love Flight of the Conchords right along with me. Since most of my friends have already watched FotC (and subsequently will be seeing them live at the Fox April 29th OMG) I have very few opportunities to....spread the love. Cue my father-in-laws birthday.

Now I love my father-in-law, honest to god I do, but he can be a tad set in his ways. He wanted car things for his birthday, and I told him that was lame. One, buying someone something that they want means you put little effort into the gift, and two....well okay lets just cut the shit, I'll take any excuse to shove FotC down someones throat. We went out to dinner, and I gave him the first season. While his other two sons dorkily went to a slot car...thing...we went home and watched the first episode, Sally. and. laughed. I was a little aprehensive that he was going to hate it, but guys, he got it! He thought it was funny! I did good!

Now I have an excuse to watch the whole season again because, you know, he might need help interpreting some things. If you haven't watched FotC yet, stop reading this blog. Now. I refuse to have anything more to do with you till you watch the first season. If you have watched the first season...well...this will make a lot more sense to you. Who's the Boom King? (aka my theme song) Bret actually says my name in this song. *swoon*