♫ Imagine again I lean a little closer just to breathe you in ♫

So I'm at home watching my favorite -- Curious George on PBS and it's got me thinking. I want to start baking again. I'm bound and determined that I'm going to make a cake that tastes good and isn't heavy from scratch! None of this BS cake mix (that's a crappy cop-out and makes me mad when people pass it off as their own or even think I did it on my own) or even cake flour. We are talking real deal here. I can make cupcakes -- made red velvet once for Hoss's b-day (I LOVE HIM THAT MUCH!).
I guess once my second job goes back to normal I'll get back into my kitchen and bake again.
Hoss will you buy me a stool so I can read and bake at the same time, my feet hurt from standing and I lose track of time if I leave the room (hence why my cooking stinks half the time =D)

To Bret

Hoss,
Guess it's time to take this down. Everything I say on here go through a spin cycle and you refuse to contribute unless I harrass bother nag whatever word you used. It's not worth it right now unless you are willing to participate. I can't get the mobile blogging right so I can't use pics that I take on my phone here. It's becoming a pain. So I guess this is another blog down the drain. And it was such a stinking cute name too.
Me, I'm going back into my head and away from everyone else's perception of my reality.
Ebeth

OK, OK; I'll contribute again

So Elizabeth has been pestering encouraging me to contribute to this blog, so much so that it hasn't gotten to the point where she's threatening to take away my posting priveleges. Yes, she takes this thing pretty seriously. Many times, I don't have a lot to say, at least not enough that it's blog-worthy. Usually, 140 characters at a time can suffice for me, so you can find me on Twitter (www.twitter.com/@b_hoss_mac).

But there have been a few changes around here, starting with the little guy who's been harrassing hanging out with Sandy and Ryley for the past three weeks. It's hard to believe it's only been three weeks since Huck joined us. In a lot of ways it feels so much longer because he's been driving us crazy he's so quickly become a part of our family. He is a rascal, no doubt. He's athletic and slippery, and he'll bite your finger in an instant if he thinks it's a hot dog. But he's such a sweet dog, and I'm glad that we decided to have him join our family.

We've made some progress with the potty training, and I have to continually remind myself that he's still a puppy and it's only been three weeks (on Tuesday). For the most part, he's learned to use the doggy door and go outside, and honestly, he's having the doggy door has made things so much easier than when we had Sandy. He still has accidents. The past two nights we've had rain, so he pooped in the room rather than going outside. It's OK because the girls have done it too. And he'll have accidents in the house or on the bed when we don't pick up his signals quickly enough, though I will say he's done a better job in the past week or so of trying to let us know when he needs to go outside. Still, I don't like cleaning up urine or picking up poop, and I'm ready for him to be old enough where he can hold it longer or go outside all of the time.

But, I guess that's a small price to pay with the joys that come with raising a puppy. At least, it's a joy for us. His sisters? Well, that's another story. Let's just say those three keep things pretty interesting around here!