Finally!

I'm a very impatient person these days and waiting for AKC to catch up does not help at all!

CH Summit Foggy Bottom Sailor's Moon - DN29196108
Conformation - Awards Processed Through 12-NOV-2011

Number of Points 16
Number Major Wins 3
Number Major Judges 3
Total Number Judges 8

Now to see where they think he stands with the GRCH points-should have 2 majors, 1 competition win. That'll be another week.

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C

Chicken vs the Egg

I don't think I've really gone into depth about the whole egg thing, at least here. Few of you know the sordid details but so the rest of you are in on the horrible, terrible truth, here it is.

I can't eat eggs.

I love eggs. Over easy, lightly scrambled and soft. Hard boiled. In a meatloaf. Cooking a custard is one of my or was one of my favorite things.

We have ducks laying right now that have the most enormous eggs that have dark yellowish orange yolks, rich and perfect for baking.

Chickens are going nuts too, laying in the duck nests. The Ms easily gets a 8-10 eggs a day.

I can't eat a one of them.

A fried egg makes me cringe. Pumpkin pie is off the list now. I'm searching out recipes without eggs. Make a lot of wacky cakes. Avoid angel food cakes like the plague.

3 years ago I came down with what we thought was the end all beat all case of the flu. Four days to which my lovely son asked me daily-do you need to go to the emergency room? After surviving that and swearing off ham and eggs(you know the stuff you got sick on), I was good to go. Till a year later and it was even worse. Come to find out it's not that I'm allergic to eggs, but seems my gallbladder is.

You would not believe what eggs are found in! I've been trying to be a good girl once we figured out the issue. Sort . I test my limits on occasion. I can eat cakes with eggs in them, but not brownies. I still cook my meatloaf using eggs mixed in to bind it but can't eat anything using an egg wash before it's cooked, baked or fried. Yolks are better then whites. The pumpkin pie about killed me on Thursday night but nothing a good glass or two or three of wine didn't help numb. It's more about how the egg is cooked, the ingredients it interacts with and the quantity. I'm becoming a food scientist!

If any ones interested, the Ms is selling eggs now. Free range, naturally feed. The dogs are enjoying eggs on their dinner too. But I'm still running out of room in the fridge-last night we counted 13 dozen.

So remind me why I got chickens?

Later gators....
C

Go back to bed!

Ever have one of those days when you feel like nothing is going right and best to just crawl back in bed and call it for the day?

Alec’s having one of those weeks.

His non-hurting wisdom tooth started hurting on Saturday. He’s got surgery scheduled for the 9th because he’s currently in Pennsylvania and heading to Georgia for the week.

Saturday two bolts broke on the rear tire of the big tow. Got those fixed on Sunday.

Kristine had a work change and was not able to get to our place till late yesterday. Originally supposed to leave for PA around 10ish Monday morning.

She called from North Liberty at 7:30 last night, suv is not running right. David and Alec head down where Alec will pick her up and start driving to Ohio for the first stop on the trip.

David drives suv to KCC where come to find out, tranny is gone.

My dad comes out, load up suv, take to his place and drop.

David arrives home at 11ish, too awake to sleep. No idea when he finally went to bed.

No word from Alec as of 8:30 this morning(9:30 their time)-Rebecca emails wondering if he’s still alive.

Just got a short text-sitting at Rebecca’s new house. My question? Did you make the stop in Ohio as requested?

Now we wonder what will happen on the way back?

Did I mention that I have to go to St Louis this weekend to drop off one of the girls? And that the other girl came back in season after being in earlier this fall. And that Eddie is available free to a good home if the 4am howls don’t stop. And Frank too. Not Charlie, he hasn't a clue and is actually the only one eating. Go figure!

Rounding out the day, the humans(and Pete too) in the house had eggs last night for dinner. My stomach firmly told me not to even think about it. I went and sat in the other room with my new scentsy light on.

Later gators...
C

I live with turkeys

Big ones.

The rule in the house is that there is no Christmas talk prior to Thanksgiving. I mean seriously as soon as Halloween is over, the stores skip Thanksgiving and go straight to trees, lights and ho ho ho.

I'm a no no no person.

The Ms and Hubby are a pair. Those of you who have met them, know exactly what I'm talking about. They feed off each other. I'm embarassed to be in stores with the two of them and routinely ditch them. One of their little gags is to shout out "CHRISTMAS LIGHTS" all year long, when ever they see some lit up. They are more then welcome to do it when together and I'm not around, but especially before Thanksgiving, it's banned in the truck when I'm riding along.

Last night after another great riding lesson(Thanks Dana!!!!) we had to go get dog food, Charlie food and of course cat food. On the way home, they started a new game. And I might disown them both.

Instead of "CHRISTMAS LIGHTS", it's now "THANKSGIVING LIGHTS" and the other person goes, "GOBBLE GOBBLE GOBBLE" and they explained that those people are turkey's for putting up their lights so soon.

I've had it up to hear with turkeys. We're having ham for dinner tomorrow.

Wishing all of you and your's the blessing of a thanksgiving filled with joy, hope and answererd prayers.

Later gators....

The Head Turkey

More bagel please? Oh and lots of cream cheese!

Well, I've had some requests for updates on Emmett, now 5 1/2 mos old. First off, it's dark when I leave for work, dark when I get home. He's black and white, you just don't get good photos if it's not in the daylight.

Secondly, he doesn't stop! Unless he's flat on his back in your lap, watching TV and getting his belly rubbed. I'm lucky I got photos without the blur that is usually his very waggy tail.

So here he is, during his morning ritual of demanding his bagel and cream cheese from the Ms. Not spoiled at all, is he???

FYI--he stacked himself like that. Does it all the time, perfectly.

Later gators...

C

Hi Ho, Hi Ho, oh s**t-is that snow?

I have confirmed that I am so not ready for winter. Upon arrival in MN, you could feel the humidity in the air, sense the drop in the temperature and well Charlie was more nutty then normal. I was frozen, my feet were numb and my nose still is bright red.


Hit the show site after a short night at a lovely motel. Yes, lovely. Considering our last two stays in another chain, I would much rather stay in a corporately owned motel then in a franchise. Desk clerk was a hoot and uber helpful. Got me right where I wanted to be and we settled in to watch the end of the ISU vs Okie St. Double overtime and I think when ISU won, we woke up most of the motel with our screams and yells. Totally pissed off Moose who went and slept on the floor by the door.


Easy peasy day. No cardigans to show, no wait, Moose. And man for a dog who loves to go to shows, he was pissed as heck about actually showing. That's the last he sees of the fancy show ring. Collies were too easy, Connor was BOV. Pem was 2nd in her class.


Now a small vent. I understand not being able to attend a show due to illness, etc. But what I hate is people who double enter, create points(in this case Hawkins for collies) and then don't show. I'll retract my opinion on the entry this weekend, if indeed it is found to be for a good reason, but to just not show up? It's so interesting how the different breeds work-cardigan people are good, for the most part, about working to get an entry, majors or helping out. Collie people are underhanded and willing to screw you over if need be. Just don't get it.

Mid show, we look outside and this white stuff is falling from the sky. Seriously? NO! My feet are revolting as I only have my mules. Where was my brain when I packed? I need my snow boots!!! On the way to dinner with Shelley and Dawn, it took almost 45 mins to go the short drive to the restaurant. Dawn had it worse, I think. Her drive took her longer, but she was behind snow plows.

At least I had my mittens in the big tow. Oh and the sock monkey hat was firmly planted on the Ms' head all weekend. She got a lot of comments on it, in particular, where in the world did you find that and where can I get my own. She guards it like gold.

Back to the ring.....Connor was BOV on Sunday again. Then to cardigans, where Charlie picked up his 2nd select major. It was a no brainer, how in the world can he beat Picasso? Especially when I'm dealing with a 2nd weekend of not eating while traveling. Skin and bones. Brother Chip though, no longer a tube! He looks damn good but needs some ring time as he was fruiter then his father in the beginning. RWD to Garrett's little puppy(he had the head the judge wanted) Alec got a point on the pem, talk about an excited owner! And then upstairs helped show frenchies and took select with the special.

Group was well, predictable. Only two men in the group, seems they didn't have short skirts, pony tails or blue dogs. Sigh, some judges, just can't win. Packed up, headed home. Man was I ever happy to see the state line and NO SNOW!

So we end the show year with a good show, enjoyable company and albino brain mites. Gearing up for the new year-seems the big tow will be replaced by a van in the near future. Can't fit anymore big dogs in there.

Later gators....
C

The look, the feel, the fabric of our lives....

So it’s cold now. I dug out the flannel sheets for the bed. I threw on an extra dog last night too. Unwillingly.

To set the scene, we have a king sized bed. For the last 3 years it has literally sat on the floor. Not by my choosing, but Hubby’s old dog, Hope, couldn’t get on the bed, couldn’t climb stairs, so the bed went on the floor. Also let’s add that it’s a sleep number bed.

I’m digressing here. Moose gets made when you leave him at home and he knows that you’re going somewhere he should be going. One weekend, he decided to chew the cord on the remote to the pump for the bed. Making it nearly impossible to either raise or lower the bed.

So back the bed-so the remote, after the Moose incident and all my hard work plus the roll of electrical tape, crapped out a while ago and so only one side of the bed can be raised or lowered. No biggy, we work around it. And well, there’s a slow leak in the one tube, somewhere, so the person with the remote is good, but the other person sinks into the abyss. Then you have to switch the tubing, and hope that the dogs don’t bounce on the other side of the bed and accidently deflate it quicker. Now you might be asking yourself, why don’t they get it fixed. Sleep Number in their great wisdom, won’t just fix a part. NOOOO, you have to buy the whole assembly. $500 bucks worth. I’m searching Craigslist and Ebay for a cheap spare. Maybe even two to make it easier.

Oh and the part about adding another dog to the bed? When you are laying cuddled up watching TV at night, there’s usually the assorted mess-Emmett, Turner, Moose, Phoebe, maybe Pete though she’s usually bouncing on the bed with Emmett. Frank, Dove? No Eddie as he lays on your head. Or Max, who you just give the entire side of the bed for his own.

But when you go to bed at night, it’s a race to see if you can get your spot before the dogs take over. We sleep with Tuli, Phoebe, Fred and Moose in bed. Tuli actually sleeps under the dresser, growling at anyone that dare disturb her. Phoebe, on your feet or right in between Hubby and I. Moose slams his body on my side of the bed, velcroing himself to my legs. This would be after Hubby has unceremoniously kicked him off his side of the bed, where he had laid claim to his pillow and is staring at me. Fred, well, once he gets done licking the floor in some out of the way area, crawls up next to Hubby and in effect, makes him a hostage to the blankets.

Last night, not only were the flannel sheets on, but I had just washed my flannel pj’s. I crawl into bed, Moose already transplanted from the other side and taking up residence, not a long side me but kitty corner on my side. I curl my feet up in an attempt to shove them under him, didn’t work. Next thing I know Phoebe is laying across my feet and Hubby’s at the bottom of the bed. Then the weirdness continues as Tuli is up on the bed, staring at Hubby. She never sleeps in bed with us. It’s beyond creepy. Sherilyn, it’s even worse than Edweirdo!

Not only does Tuli stare at him, but when I acknowledge her presence with a “oh shit, the chic is out of her cave”, then she drags herself over the top of Hubby and plants herself between us! Fred takes the opportunity to jump up next to Hubby and settle in for the night. If you had to go pee, it was not going to happen till morning. You were sandbagged down for the duration of the night. One thing you do not do is disturb Tuli once she’s in her spot.

Oh and remember those flannel sheets and pj’s? Yeap, it’s like Velcro under the covers. My legs on my pj’s migrated firmly up my thighs, effectively cutting off circulation to my toes. Should have worn shorts. Then the heat of four extra dogs makes me sweat. Then of all things, because I’m on the side of the bed that is slightly deflated and in a weird position due to Moose laying kitty corner, I get a cramp in my butt. Then I have to pee-damn cup of tea!

Any attempt to dethrone a dog is not going to happen. You need leverage of some sort, which I have none. Flannel to flannel, deep in a hole, cramp in tush, I start wiggling my way up the bed. That in turn pulls the pj’s firmly up around my thighs, down to their usual length, but the more I wiggle, the more I realize that I’m wiggling right out of my bottoms!

I gave up, finished getting out of bed, bottoms still attached to the sheets. I seriously thought about going to the bathroom, then returning and slipping right back in them as they lay-I knew it would work. But I also knew that would make it nearly impossible to move further during the night. Dug out the bottoms, went pee, came back, sighed with hands on hips. Then I walked back to the bathroom as the cramp in my tush was not gone yet.

When I did come back I did manage to kick Moose off the bed. Quickly, slid into bed, spread out and Tuli looked up and glared at me. Phoebe in the meantime, jumped off for a drink, hacked her way to the dog bed and plopped down. I could stretch out my legs!

When I woke up this morning, Tuli was back in her cave. Fred was upside down in Hubby's spot(he was in the shower) Moose was snoring on the floor and Phoebe was back on my feet. My bottoms were back up at my thighs, having again cut off circulation to my feet. And yes I was still in the divot in the bed.

Ah I love my flannel !

Later gators...
C