I haven't been here for awhile...

I haven't been here for awhile. And for a good reason. But I was on facebook and my brother said something about a thought provoking website..funny that I should think of this place.

I haven't been here for a good reason...

This place is titled "You say Hotdog, I say Huttdog." It was titled that way for a number of reasons, but the main reason was because of my little wiener dog, Ladybird.

I found it hilarious to come here and talk about her every once in a great while and also about my adventures. I found it hilarious that I titled it that way as well.

But on November 21st something horrific happened. Something that wouldn't allow me to come here until now.

I lost Ladybird. She died on November 21st.

I am truely lost without her and unsure how much I will be here to post. I will try...but I may even start up a new blog. Who really knows. For now tho I am leaving everything here in hopes that someday I can come back and read about the things that were happening in my life when she was alive.

For now I will leave this here...hopefully come back to tell you all the story about her life and death. For now I will mourn her death...with her sitting beside me on the nightstand (I had her cremated).

RIP
Ladybird Elizabeth Fyffe-Allard

I can't make this up even if I tried...

Today is a calamity of randomness.

First off I slept until 12:35pm. Yes you read that right. I forgot to set the alarm on my phone. So I just slept and slept. I woke up in a panic and screamed to Chris downstairs. He came trudging up the steps and asked me what. I said, " why the heck didn't you wake me up!?" And he stated he knew I was tired. And then I proceeded to scramble in a hurry to get things done. I kept muttering that I had things to do and I wish he would have woke me up.

And then the mountain of laundry has begun.

And then I had to run to the pharmacy to pick up Chris' morphine. Yeah he is on morphine. *sigh*

And then I had to run to work.

And halfway through the first class I remembered that I hadn't eaten or dranken anything. So my sugar started to crash.

So then I had to find money for a coke.

And then I got off work....

And found somewhere to eat....

And now I am home.

I never said this would be an exciting blog.

*sigh* ok he is cool...

I am now getting hate mail. HATE MAIL! Can you believe that? Little ole me getting hate mail? Such a travesty! This is either a post you will understand or not give a rats tail end about.*

I offended some international hate group (ok, not so much a group because it only is made up of one person, but shit she is in Canada and I am sure she can get a load of them rounded up to kick my ass). This group is EXTREMELY pro-Karate Kid. Yes you heard me right, Karate Kid.

Yes I realize that I must have said something horrific to piss off someone who loves a movie that came out, what a million years ago? I guess I did.

My life is over. Truely over. I pissed someone off that loves some geeky, weird shirt wearing, teenager. I offended them so much that I need to fear for my life.

I have since taken up in the witness protection program. They made a special circumstance for me and allowed me into the group. Seen as how I really didn't witness anything they made room for me. They said they didn't want to piss of the Canadians. I said, "eh, fine find me a cool crib to live in."

So now I am sitting here in this crap fest of a house. Somehow I think the Canadian won.

I should probally appologize. She is really smart and I bet she will find me. Crap. Ok fine, he is cool.

*Betcha only Sara cares...

I just wasted about 10 minutes on something that doesn't exist

I lay in bed last night thinking about things that apparently do not exist.

So I researched it today on the net. Cause I am a researcher and all bad ass and totally want to be ever smarter.

But it didn't exist at all.

I was thinking about how I just started my period and here Lady has been in heat for a week. I wondered if pheromones ever made that species break. Like do we sense each others pheromones. Not in the sense of like getting it on, but for females. Like do we sense one is ovulating, going into heat, whatever. Cause you know that women do that when we get together for long periods of time.

Well apparently what I was wondering doesn't even exist. It can't happen. So it just so happens and is purely a coincidence that this happens to Lady and I.

Whatever.

Fine I won't be a scientist....and I should probally lay off the Vicodin at night.

The pitter patter of my heart

Yesterday was the day from hell, quite literally. My head felt like someone had kicked me in the back of it. Kinda like those karate kicks. Not Karate Kid like, cause well thats so 80's and kinda gay. But like Jett Lee or Jackie Chan, all bad ass and totally painful.

I laid in bed all day. Yes all day. And it wasn't one of those days where hot men feed you grapes as you lay all queen-like on a beautiful fluffy couch with a pillow under one arm. And hot sweat glistening men feed you grapes. No it was one of those, if I move one inch I just may die.

So Saturday was completely shot. I only ventured down stairs and out the front door to go get Chris Mc Donalds. Because I am so bad ass and such a great wife that I feed my husband greasy nasty fried mess. I am waiting for my nomination, go ahead nominate me...I will work on my acceptance speech.

My Mother called me late last night and asked me if I would like to go to the State Fair. I said why not. Admission fare had dropped to a reasonable rate, where I wouldn't need to morgage a house or take a loan out or hell even sell my good kidney. We decided to go ahead and go.

We were walking around looking at the exhibits and whatnot. It's amazing what a $30 jar of jewelry cleaner will clean. And how about that band you wrap around your wrist? It's made of velcro and somehow cures MS. Holy crap!

But then the pitter patter of my heart began to beat even faster.
This is what I saw...



and



Its Peter Facinelli.

Who is that? Well here he is to refresh your memory.

He is the guy in the middle.....Carlisle Cullen.




I SAW him!!!!
And got this...




OMG I am in heaven. Staring at his picture on my desk right now.

He was at the fair doing some autograph signing. I found out about it at the last minute and dragged Chris over to get his autograph. Poor Chris was the only male, besides Peter and his body guards, for at least a two block radius.

Thoughts of running away with him went through my mind. Having his love child, doing naughty things too. But then he rode away on a golf cart. And then I saw his wife....



JENNIE GARTH!!!

You know, Kelly from 90210!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I am super cool. Totally cool cause I didn't bomb rush her. I let her walk by me, let her be awesome. Cause she had her daughter.

So I had like the day to be all days! I am so cool!

At a fork in the road

There comes a time in every person's life where we come to a cross road or a fork in the road.

We wonder if we should achieve more, if we should be greatful for what we have, if we really do have it all.

We relish in the things that we have seen, done, and spent time on. We remember all the times we spent with family, laughing, crying and even arguing. We think back on little things that happened, things that may have not even meant anything to anyone, but it did to us.

And we enter this fork in the road.

Which path do we choose? Do we continue on with what we are doing? Do we go to the right with one decision? Or do we go to the left with a different decision?

No matter the way, it will have trials and tribulations. It will have reprocussions. It will have heartache. And it will have madness.

But it also could have happiness, new beginnings, new endings, and new memories.

So which road do we choose?

Spilled Soda

Today is just another day in the world, but it was a nice day for me. The weather is beautiful and its so nice to have the window's open, allowing the great beautiful air into the house.

Ok probally not beautiful, but it's nice to have fresh air in the house.

I got alot done, for once.

So much done. Macaroni salad made, dishes washed, kichen cleaned, living room cleaned, floors vacummed and steam mopped, everything dusted and in its place. It's so nice to have a clean house. It makes you feel good to be around clean things. I hope it gets Chris out of his funk as well as mine.

So spilled soda? What does that have to do with anything?

Chris spilled soda on the tile floor in the living room. He didn't clean it up so well, so it made a huge mess. Thank goodness for the shark steam mop.