The day before Valentine's Day

First off- it is raining and I love that.

Secondly- Trevor and I had our mothers over for dinner last night, and my heart is still warm from how nice it was to be able to visit with them. Trevor has a french cookbook that he is working his way through. I love that my boyfriend can cook. What a lucky girl.

Thirdly- A couple weeks ago, I had this big plan to take one picture per day and post it, for 365 days. I kind of started, but then I forgot about it. Here's some that I remembered to take. I am not actually in any of them. 

Trevor and I drove to Sausalito to kick it. I love a lil' road trip with the one I love. We  bummed around the water front touristy area. I ate ice cream, we looked in shops, we stopped into a restaurant to have a soda at their neato bar. It was a pretty romantic day. Isn't holding hands and taking a walk swell?

Nextly, here are Trevor and Shea at Pioneer's cheer clinic. Kiddos get to go play with the high school cheerleaders and perform at a basketball halftime. Amy (of Gunderson Cheer fame) ran the whole thing, so I knew it would be a great experience for Shea.

 
On the way to the game, Shea told me that being a cheerleader was her "dream come true!" I'm pretty pumped that she was into it since cheer was so special for me. Shea had the biggest cheering section there! Trevor's whole family came to watch her.

Here are Rosa and Trevor in the studio:

I have such a crush on how much Trevor enjoys doing music stuff. On this night, he recorded a song that Rosa had written. We all had a lovely evening of friendship and eating some chicken. 

As for me, last night was the first time in longer than a week that I haven't needed some sort of cough medicine just to get some sleep. I've been pretty sick. Shea was sick, too. Saturday was declared a "pursue your quiet hobbies" day around our house. My quiet hobby was sleeping. Even now, I'm still pretty tired. Being sick really takes it outta ya, am I right!?!

Anyway, I'm armed with some orange juice and oatmeal before I head off to work. Hope you all have a lovely day. Exes and Ohs.

A chat with Trevor

me:  Most of the oreos are gone

Trevor:  so true

me:  Have they died at your hand?

Trevor:  they have been reborn as suppressed toots.

the ones that lived right, that is

Ears and Stuff

I met Trevor for a picnic lunch at the park near his work yesterday. I also took Harvey. Harvey (who is our awesome dog, in case you didn't know) got something in his ear at the park.

I couldn't see what it was, because it was way down in there, so we made a vet appointment after Harvey kept shaking his head and being a bugaboo to his ear. 

So, at 9:40 this morning, Harvey and I waltzed into the vet's office like no biggie. The vet looked in Harv's ear and definitely saw something that needs to come out ("They put something in there."- Trevor). BUUUUT since Harvey squirmed too much and wouldn't let them do their thang, it was decided that he needs to be sedated to get this hanger-on out of his earhole. 

I signed the release form promising them my money (ergh), and then gave Harvey many hugs. He hugged me back with his little puppy arms around my neck. He was totally trying to hide his face from the vet. Then I went out to fill out the form with the contact info for when he was done. Then I proceeded to cry all over it.  The ladies at the desk were saying, "It's ok. He'll be fine...it's just a little sedative, and we'll get that stuff out of his ear." I bet the people in the waiting room thought I had just put my dog down. And while it was nice that the receptionists were being kind, I was kind of like, "Shhh....these other people are going to know I'm crying because my dog needs tweezers taken to his ear vistors." 

Gosh, I was so lame. It's BECAUSE Harvey is a rescue- his last owners rescued him from the pound and then returned him two months later. He then stayed there for 4-5 more months before we adopted him. I don't want him to think I ditched him. 

They promised they would call when he is all done. I know he is fine. I just want to go back and pick my dog up!

The end.

 Edit: Not the end- I picked Harvey up a mere two point five hours after what I refer to as "The Drop Off." He had a foxtail in his ear.


Exhibit A:

On this day, my brain says

You've got to love to be loved.

Something to remember. I think I try to whine for affection sometimes...then I remember that I need to supply something to get something back. 

I think this might work with everyone, not just a partner.

If you're a turd to people, and then yell, "LOVE ME!"....it ain't gonna work. Give a lil' lovin' and a lil' kindness. MmmmmMM.