A monkeyless life

For quite a while, Junior stayed very attached to this monkey. If you tried to take his monkey, he got very upset. He couldn't concentrate on anything else until he got his monkey back. What is it in your life that you are so attached to that you can't see past it? Financial security? Having a boyfriend or girlfriend? Maybe the best thing for you would be to discover that you can stand without those things, as well. Put the monkey down.

PFP Changes!

As of this week, the Pictures for Perspective project will become a weekly (not daily) project. It is my hope that the improved quality of the postings will be a replacement for the previous quantity. Thanks!

Please note that we skipped the 17th of this month. (It no longers exists.)

My two favorite men

My husband, Andy, and my boxer, Junior.

What can I say? The two sweetest, cutest boys in my life. :)

My future home--the backyard. :)

Meet the early bird.

God's Thumbnail!

Through a dog's eyes

My dog, Katie.

To see life as simply as a dog sees it. Wouldn't that be awesome? Imagine if your thinking went like this:

Ecstasy, absolute pure bliss, came every time a person walked through the door.

Disappointment is not getting a piece of the cheese sandwich, and only lasts until the next sandwich, when hope reappears (no matter how many times you get disappointed.)

Bad things should be avoided, good things should be tackled and licked. Repeatedly.

If it's edible, or could be, eat it. Taste is really a non-issue most of the time.

Ecstasy, pure bliss, came every time a person touched you.

I wouldn't mind being a dog for a day, ya know? :)

"And his name shall be...ADOLF."

This is "Mr. Tubbs", and he is up for adoption through Suffolk Animal Control. He can be seen inside of PetSmart on Portsmouth Blvd. (Chesapeake Square.)

Okay, so c'mon. Tell me you wouldn't want to adopt this cat just for the friggin' mustache. I totally want to call him Adolf, but they won't let me. (LOL) NOW somebody tell me God doesn't have a sense of humor. Haha...

Family

Dolly, my sister in law, with her son Aiden.

Family is such a precious thing.

Vine

A beautiful piece of God's handiwork, nifty little vine.

Junior eats his foot for...um...good luck. Yeah.

(He's actually yawning, but still...pretty funny) :)

Junior is a masterpiece!

This is a pen and ink that one of my clients did for me; it's of my dog, Junior. Amazing talent. :)

Catsicle

My cat, Lacey, sitting on a six-foot post in the backyard.

It's a Catsicle! Cat on a STICK! :)

Good Boy! :)

This is Dylan, he's a Pražský Krysařík (or "Prague Ratter).

Republican Pups Rule

The display inside PetSmart on Portsmouth Blvd. for "Pawlitical Pals"

So, apparently here in Chesapeake, VA, all the dogs seem to be Republicans. There is a single shirt left for Republicans, and it seems that very few, if any Democratic shirts or bandannas have sold. Interesting... A friend and I were debating on the toys: the argument was whether to give the dog a republican elephant to snuggle with or a democratic donkey to chew on and shred. What to do, what to do... Yes, my dogs have a republican bandanna, lol. :)

Beach deprivation is bad for the soul

Boogie boarding in Oregon Inlet


I miss the smell of the sea, the feel of the sand, the sound of the ocean. I miss my beach.

I'm a bad wife

Lol, soooooo. My husband was trimming his hair and wanted me to trim up the bottom and around his ears. We had a dinner date, and I was in a hurry and not paying attention, and...well, I didn't notice there wasn't a guard on it. Until I buzzed a strip of his hair off. So now he's bald (hahaha). I know my face must've been hilarious, lol, and he just gave me this look. Then he grinned, and he's actually happy he gets to be bald (I hate it). Lol, I'm such a bad wife. Oops. :)

The love of my life

My Husband, Andy.

See this guy? I love him. I love him so much, I'd do anything for him. He is my husband. In May of 2004, we made a commitment to each other that no matter what, we would be together until we died. I was gone for a day, and when I came home, I looked for him. When I found him, he put his arms around me and we just held each other for a while. He missed me, and I him, after only a day apart. He's my rock, and I'm his. He's the guy that's snatched the rum from my hand and held me while I cried until I couldn't stand anymore. He's the guy that bought himself a Jeep, then handed me the keys and is still driving his crappy truck. He's the guy that doesn't care if I go have dinner or drinks or whatever with friends, male or female. He's the guy that leaves his clothes on the floor wherever he takes them off. He's the guy that leaves dishes in the sink, trash on the counter, empty containers in the fridge. He is my husband. I love him. I wouldn't want to live a life without him in it. No ex-boyfriend, once-love, or would-be "greener grass" is going to change that. I married him because I can't breathe when he's not around, I can't sleep without his feet touching mine, I can't think when I'm without him. I am deeply, madly, irrevocably in love with my Andy.