Wednesday, June 30, 2010


Last weekend, Phil headed to his hometown, Philadelphia, for a quick visit with his friends and family. His family (Avery, Tad, Paul and Louise) all have birthdays very close together (starting late June through the middle of July). So, this gave him a great opportunity to celebrate with them. Plus, it also gave him an excuse to do some of his favorite things: go to a Phillie's game, a Phish concert, eat a ton of cheese steaks, and drink way too much at the bars.

Before he left, he SPECIFICALLY asked me to pack the digital camera for him so he would be able to document his trip, since I was stuck at home watching the dogs. I was pleasantly surprised considering Phil does not have a great history with taking pictures. He has about 4 of his friends from high school and even less from college.

ANYWAYS, when he got home, I doubtingly asked him if he had taken any pictures. His response, "yeah, I told you I would." I was a little shocked, but very excited to see everyone and all of the fun things that he had done over the past few days. So, he pulled out the camera and showed me the following pictures...

1. Watching the World Cup game at a crowded bar.

2. Sue (family friend) holding new granddaughter, Alaina.

3. and 4. Pictures of random people at the Phish concert. I think the band is in the background, but I really can't tell..

Umm... yeah... Moral of the story: Phil is not a good photographer and should not be trusted with a camera... He managed to not get a SINGLE picture of ANYONE I know. I'm officially firing him from camera duty, for LIFE.

Friday, June 25, 2010

Guilty Pleasures

I am slightly embarrassed to admit this... but one of my biggest guilty pleasures is watching reality TV. I know most of them are totally stupid, but I totally love them. All of them... especially, the Bachelor/Bachelorette.

Who wouldn't love 25 crazy males/females living in one house, fighting over the attention of 1 man/woman. That's just ASKING for some drama. Even the guys tend to get into some pretty ridiculous "cat fights."

And, I fully admit, I laugh hysterically during the awkward moments with these pragmatically challenged people. It makes me feel like I'm watching an episode of "The Office" (which is one of my favorite non-reality tv shows).

This show tends to bring out the crazy in people. Kasey, one of the current contestants, during this season of the Bachelorette, was actually crazy enough to put a HUGE tattoo on his arm of a shield, a heart and a rose. He said he would always "guard and protect her heart," and that he was "literally, wearing his heart on his sleeve." ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! This was a date AFTER she told him that he needed to back off and just be himself. Thankfully, that was enough to totally freak her out and send him packing home. SEE YA, PSYCHO!

But ultimately, the premise of the show is about finding true love. And everyone knows the best way to do that is through a series of group and individual dates with multiple suitors, while being followed by a television crew, which is then broadcast on national television.

After several whole weeks of dating a slew of people, you are supposed to pick one, get engaged, and live happily ever after. No wonder only 2 out of the 15 couples have made it down the aisle. One guy, proposed to a girl and then turned around weeks later and chose the runner up...Oops!

So, as you can imagine, I was in TOTAL shock, when I heard the latest news... Jake (Season 14 Bachelor), recently broke up with his white-trash fiance, Vienna. Didn't see that one coming.

Saturday, June 19, 2010

Meet me in St. Louie

It's good to have friends in high places... or at least have friends who have friends in high places. Turns out a new acquaintance of mine has a great connection to, no other than Tony La Russa (General Manager of the St. Louis Cardinals).

Knowing what a HUGE Cardinal fan my dad is, my new friend offered to call in a favor from Tony. Well, let's just say, you don't have to ask me twice! I quickly jumped on the opportunity. And boy, did he come through BIG TIME!

After a very brief but exciting personal phone call from my new BFF, Tony, and some exchanging of some information, plans were made.

My parents headed off St. Louis this weekend to celebrate their 32nd wedding anniversary, Father's Day, and, of course, watch the 3-game series against Oakland, compliments of the GM. I was assured that Tony personally dropped off their tickets to the "Press and VIP Lobby" and that they would be "taken care of" during their weekend in St. Louis!

I'm kinda bummed I didn't ask for more tickets, so I could join!!!

Anyway, here are some pictures of our last family trip to St. Louis, around 3 years ago...

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

Beauty and the Beast

My niece, Avery, playing at her piano recital. I love this song! Isn't she talented?!


Found this at my Grandma's house during my recent visit to KY/IL... very appropriate for you-know-who...

We took our bad boy to the vet to evaluate him for some anti-anxiety meds... but our doctor was not convinced with the door pictures, and said he is just a big puppy. He then refered us to a canine behavior specialist. Riiiight.

On a positive note, Lochte is doing much better with an additional person and dog to love on. Thankfully, Bret, Phil and I all have totally different work schedules, which means there is usually someone home with him. It's really working out quite nicely... for now.

Big Butter Jesus

My OU friends might enjoy this article from the LA Times:

Touchdown Jesus: 6-story Jesus statue in Ohio struck by lightning -

RIP Big Butter Jesus.

Monday, June 14, 2010

House Guests

2 turns into 3. People, and dogs.

Our friends, the Jones, are in the process of re-locating BACK to Florida after a brief stint up in the armpit of America (AKA Jersey). Bret recently left his career in hotels and found a great gig with the owners of Grill Smith/Melting Pot, which started in the beginning of June... Problem is: his wife, Leanne, and their baby, Brooklyn, are still up in NJ packing up all of their stuff to prepare for the move(for the 2nd time in a year). Another problem is: their house, in Florida, was rented out during their time up North. And, their tenants' lease is good through July. Third problem: what to do with their dog, Pumpkin? Leanne couldn't stay up there ALONE with a 9 month old baby AND a high energy dog. And Bret didn't have any living arrangements and would be working long hours during training.

Sooo, like any good friends, we offered our guest bedroom and a yard for Pumpkin to run. The more the merrier. Let's just say that things have been even more interesting than usual around here... including a minor medical emergency.

Which leads me to my next story. Yesterday, Phil and I, trying to be good parents, decided to take our 3 dogs on a brisk walk around the neighborhood. So, we head out around 5:30 after the extreme heat was wearing off. Seems good, right? Did I mention it was about 98 degrees out? (Yes, we've been setting RECORD highs after a winter of RECORD lows, go figure...)

Anyways, after about 10 minutes, I noticed that Pumpkin was starting to foam at the mouth. A few steps later, she started drunk walking on the pavement. And, before I knew it, Pumpkin fell over mid-stride. She WOULD NOT get up... COULD not get up. And, we happen to be on a major road. So, Phil frantically ran back to the house, with Lochte and Phelps in tow, to get the car and some ice water. In the mean time, 3 cars, including a cop, pull over to check on us, offer water and ice to help cool her off.

Finally, Phil arrived with my Escape, picked her up and loaded her into the car, and drove home. We got her home, in the nice cool A/C and all was good again. She was bouncing around again in no time. I'm SO thankful Miss P is okay. I was not looking forward to that phone call to Bret/Leanne!

Sunday, June 6, 2010


I went home to the bluegrass state this past weekend for some of my sister's baby festivities. I got a lot of quality bonding with my future niece! Sorry Cait, Kari, Sharon and Jen, but this baby definitely thinks I'm her favorite Auntie. She was dancin' for me all weekend! ;)

Molly's due date is July 13th... but, I don't think she's gonna make it that long! She looks ready to POP! And, the final few weeks of pregnancy are starting to take a toll on her body... achy hips and back, swollen limbs, hot flashes... good thing she still looks fabulous!

Mama Molly in the nursery

Sisters (minus one)

Me and Molls at her shower

This baby is ALREADY spoiled...

The parents-to-be, Chad and Molly

Looking forward to my next trip home at the end of July so I can FINALLY meet my niece!

Tuesday, June 1, 2010


WHO ME?!? What did I do???

OOOHHH boy. Don't let that cute face fool you. Lochte has lived up to the words on his collar..."Bad to the Bone." And, not in the good way. Lochte is starting to make the imfamous "Marley" look more like Mother Teresa.

When we are home, he is GREAT! He's my little shadow, perfectly happy to be by my side. He cuddles, gives kisses and will do anything to please you. When you LEAVE on the other hand, he turns into a little terror. I've heard about canine seperation anxiety, but WOW!! Get this dog some Xanax!

In the one month that we have owned him, he has cost more than me, Phil and Phelps combined. I swear, I could feed a small country with the amount money I've spent replacing stuff that he's destroyed....

His newest victim in his path of destruction?? The front door. Yes, you heard me. Lochte chewed his way THROUGH the front door so that he is able to stick his head out and wait for us to get home.

Who needs a front door anyways?? It's not like it's HOT here or anything. And burglars? Come on in! I'm sure you would do less damage than the dog anyways...