On a lighter note

Murray "from Long Island" Schwarts
The Mur
Mur Mur
My Little Heart Mur Mur
Cheeto
Cheesy Poof
Poopy puppy
My Little Tootsie Roll
Murfel
Murfaleta
Puppy Toes
Bubby
Stinky Butt
Velvet Ear
Boyo
Pooperscooper
MurFELLLLthewonderfulpuppy
Licker McLikerstein
Babaganush
Shakybootie

What a lucky puppy.

Is this blog dead?

I keep pretending that I will update this blog. I don't. I haven't. But will I? Its kind of funny. I have come across many blogs in the past few months and the subject of not updating has been written about many times over.

What is it about not updating that causes such shame? Or is it guilt? If so. About what? I mean. Who really cares? Who reads them anyway? Our friends? Our friends know what is going on with our lives. Is it the chance that some stranger will come across our thoughts? Feelings? They are strangers. Is it that we care that they have noticed that we have dropped this ball. Will they think it is just one more ball in a long line of others? Will they realize it is one more project we have failed to see through to fruition? Perhaps this question would make a good thesis project. Calling all repressed Psychology students!

I have many of these projects. 3 unfinished knitting projects. Shelves of books unread. A load of laundry still in the dryer destined to only be rewashed again because of the wrinkles. Unpainted crown molding 3 months in the making. Drawers full of bobbles, thread and wire. Will they ever be made into a masterpiece? I can continue.

So here it is. An updated post. Have fun reading. See. I'm not a failure.

The Parentals

Papa Peterson, wife Judy and dog Farley came for a visit this past week.
It was their first time back in Minnesota since we were married 2 1/2 years ago. (Has it really been that long?) It was also the first time they have seen the house.

I was very stressed...err...STRESSED about them coming.

Things had to be scrubbed. Closets had to be reorganized. Shoes, handbags, piles of mail had to be hidden from site!

Monday night. They finally arrived. They loved the house and I earned major "daughter-in-law of the year" brownie points for making a fantastic meal. They even wrote down the recipe. That's a good sign right?

Tuesday we loaded everyone in the car and headed out to the Arboretum. I had no idea how pretty is was out there! Lots to look at. Behold The Petersons Looking At A Tree:

The biggest highlights of the week were having both sets of parentals around a table again and putting Papa Peterson in his place. See. Papa Peterson likes to be in charge. He tried scolding us for paying for dinner. Said it makes them uncomfortable. I replied with. We are all grown up and we can pay for dinner if we want to! We also "fought" over who was going to wash dishes the next night. He won, but I did put up a reluctant fight by telling him that "this was my house" and I made the rules. Fine. I let him wash the dishes. If it makes the old man happy why not, right?

Watching our folks together is also a real blast. I don't think Papa Peterson understands a thing Greek Papa says due to the heavy accents. Respectively Greek Papa has no idea what to say to Papa Peterson. Fill awkward silences with awkward picture taking......

Over all, pretty good week!

View updated photos here for more fun happenings!

Sunday Evening. 9:30pm

Are you ok? You seem a little depressed lately?

Really? I replied. I don't think I'm depressed, just a little bored.

It is interesting being asked if you are depressed. I really don't think I am. But. If I was. Would I know?

The days are flying by and I don't seem to be getting much done. I keep thinking about my "things I want to get done" list and never seem to get them started. Is this a sign of depression? Oh God. My hypochondriac tendencies are currently in overdrive.

I think three things are happening.

First

TV is sucking my brain cells out. I may have to put a limit on my couch potato-ness. There was a time that I never watched TV. Really. Well, the occasional late night news, but not much more.

Now. Reality TV. Bravo. So You Think You Can Dance. Flipping Out. PR. It needs to stop. And. It needs to stop now!

Second

I've been feeling a bit lonely. I hardly ever see my friends. I hardly make time to plan things with my friends. All I do is go to work. Go home. Feed the dog. Watch TV.

No dinner parties.

No shopping escapades

No discovering new hole in the wall restaurants.

Third

Dave-O-licious and I work stupid stupid hours. We never get to see each other. I get home at 7pm. He gets home at 8:30. I feed the dog. Wait for him to come home. We eat. Watch TV. Go to bed. Repeat.

This all needs to change. I know that I need to change them. We always have fun together. But. We used to be way more active. We can't let our jobs run our life.

My goals:

To have a less scheduled life. We are way to busy. We need to be spontaneous. Like we used to be.

Do house chores on the weeknights leaving time for fun times on the weekends

Reinvest in my hobbies. I haven't picked up needle and thread for months and months.

Find new projects to be inspired by. I have one in mind. I will accomplish it!

Update this damn blog with all the new and exciting things I have been up to.

There. Done and Done.

I am still not depressed. Just a little less bored.

The Mur

Isn't he a handsome boy?

Horse Girl

Dave-o-licious thinks I'm weird because I have the strangest dreams! You know. Stuff like pink elephants dancing through the sky kind of dreams.

Last night was no different.

It was late at night and I was home, when suddenly I hear really odd noises outside. I walk out the front door and look down the street. A tall black horse is stumbling down the street. He was obviously drunk. Like, he wouldn't be able to pass the "walk this straight line" test if his life depended on it drunk.

When I got close I realized that he was not drunk, but tied up and he needed help. My help. I ran down the street and called animal control to come pick him up.

I untied him and instantly he because my new little buddy. I took him inside the house. He sat on the couch. He put his head in my lab. He was like my shadow following me around. Then. Knock. Knock on the door. Animal control. This was not good. I couldn't possibly let them take my horse! It was sad. Like Sophie's Choice sad. My horse was ripped from my clutches! I cried. He kept looking at with his big sad eyes through the back of the car.

Hello!? What does this all mean?!

Tick Tock

They say everyone gets 15 minutes of fame. Mine are apparently over. Can you hear the tick ticking of the clock?

I did a cut and paste of my little blog about lettuce the other day on Cnn's Ireport site and mayhem ensued. Literally 1 minute after I posted it 34 people had viewed it. Press Refresh. 85 people viewed it. Press Refresh again...120 people. What the?

About an hour later I...little ol' me...gets a phone call from CNN!! They talked about ME on air!!! I'm famous. I was on the homepage of cnn.com all day.

I know. I'm a dork, but it is kind of cool to have all these people reading what I have to say! I mean I was voted "most newsiest"! I got messages from people asking how I got my report on air!

Two days later, I still rank as #2 for most read. Although I have apparently lost my lead to the apparent UFO siting over Phoenix. Stupid aliens!

But. Alas.

So far my $1.69 lettuce has received 10,170 views, 180 comments.

Take a look. Who knows how long I'll be left on there!

http://www.ireport.com/docs/DOC-13734