A Doggie New Year

Roughhousing...


He loves his Uncle Z.


Can't forget Pickles.



Posing.
The definition of static...

Arrrrrrrgh!

Ahoy, so, Saturday was one o' the coolest holidays o' the year. For one, it was my brother's 27th birthday. Since that in itself is pretty excitin', t' add pirate talk t' that puts it on the top o' the holiday list. September 19th is International Talk Like A Pirate Day. T' commemorate the holiday this year, Me bought my brother a ITLAPD t-shirt t' wear(see picture below). Gar.

Aye, me hope you will celebrate with us next year, gar!

27 is a GREAT number!

Yesterday was Angela's birthday, so we had a get together with the family. First we went out to eat at Olive Garden then it was off to the gparent's for ice cream cake. Yes, another one from Bruster's! This one was white cake, cake batter ice cream, fudge middle, white icing, and m & ms to decorate that top!


Poor Angela...I made her let me take her picture while she was opening presents...like she was a little girl again :)

What a good sport! Don't you just love the apron Zach got her??

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ANGELA!!!!

Nothing's Changed.

I'm still this bossy little girl at heart...

but I wear it with a smile!

if he isn't driving...

he has to have the front seat.

and my Mom is still the most beautiful women in the world to me.


My UJ sent these to me today and I just love them. They are from July 1986.

Getting Back Into The Swing Of Things

I don't feel like I have been that busy, but I just couldn't find time to sew. I bought a Boston Red Sox patch for my brother, oh say 7 months ago? I found navy fleece material for 1/2 off the other day at Joann's and just couldn't pass it up! So I finally made him the lounge pants he asked for so long ago. He's lucky I didn't keep them. They were SO soft!

I hope I do better on his scarf request...it might be 100 degrees outside by the time I get around to that one :/

I Don't Know What I'd Do Without You

Landry,

My darling boy. You have been my constant companion for a while now. You are my best friend. You don't talk back (except a little bark here and there), you don't offer advice when you know I don't need it, you are there when I'm happy and when times aren't so good and I'm crying. You love me no matter if I get home at 5 or 8pm, as long as I come. You don't call and say where are you, you're late, hurry up! and I love you for that. You are excited every time you see me even if I just left the room. You curl up next to me like there is no better place in the whole world for you to be. You aren't too good at fetch, but it's your effort that I love. You think you are bigger than any other dog you meet and act as such. Your "ferocious" bark makes me laugh. You love everyone you meet, especially little kids. In fact, besides your Pappy, they're your favorite. I love to see how happy you make little Ryder when you run around and let him chase you. When he was little you kept close watch on him and hurried over if you heard him make just a tiny sound. It is so cute how you worry. Even though you drive me crazy about a mile out from your Grandparent's or Uncle and Aunt's, I love how excited you get just by feeling the turns in the road and never fail to know where we are going. It never fails that right after you get a bath you go outside and roll around in the grass and get dirty again. I know without a doubt you would be an outside dog if I would let you. Well little one, we love you too and you will never know much you mean to me.

Mommy