Showing Love on National Dog Day

It seems like we have ‘holidays’ for everything now a days.  I dunno, do you think it’s getting out of hand?  What’s next?  National Poop Day?  To create awareness on ‘poop truth’?  Size, color, does it float, does it not, where did it go.  A day just for poop! Poop, Poop, Poop!

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With all silliness aside, I do have to get all giddy with National Dog Day! I have 3 wild ones to date, and love my furbabies with everything I have.  I believe it’s been going strong for 11 years, and it is to promote adoption and saving lives. Because #doglivesmatter, as well as #ALLlivesmatter.

Can you hashtag in a blog post?  I’ve never done it before, if not, forgive the faux pas.

I found a great site that went a little deeper in National Dog Day, feel free to read up on it here.

I have 3 misfits that all started out with no love, meanness and to be forgotten.  I’ll take this opportunity to share with you a little about mine, how they became part of my family. I’ll go from biggest to smallest.

Pico and Momma

Pico and Momma

First off is Momma Dog, yep, original isn’t it?

Momma has been with me since 2011.  I was a foster mommy for a few places in San Antonio, so my emails were filled with desperate pleas.  Enough to make you depressed and angry all day, if you let it. I came across this email with Momma (she didn’t even have a name) and 8 of her 5 week old pups.  They were 30 mins from walking the ‘green mile’ to their death.  I opened it, and of course it had photos! Well, that’s all it took.  I quickly text my husband if he would mind sharing his house with another dog and 8 of her puppies!  At this time, I had Zoie, Gracie and Annabelle, plus 2 or 3 cats.  I cannot remember.  You can do the math. He quickly said yes, and my fingers typed faster than they could ever type! Within the hour, Momma Dog and her babies were delivered to my house. Momma was so nervous she ran into my bedroom, and pooped on Chris’ luggage.  It was a messy poop!  Maybe that could be the date for National Poop Day!

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Pups inhaling their food

Soon after the lady left I quickly had to figure out what in the world I was going to do with all of them.  I actually hadn’t though that far ahead.  Luckily I had a crate to keep the puppies in, and Momma and her pups stayed in my garage.  Summer was over, so it was not a sauna in there.

My animals were not pleased with this new arrangement, but luckily my furchildren realize pretty quickly that they have to share space at times.

Hmmm, what to name this girl and her puppies.  Everytime I saw her I just called her Momma.  I would go in, and pet her and let her know she didn’t have to be afraid anymore. She had it made now.  Before I knew it, she was responding to Momma, so that’s how she got her name.

I was able to adopt all the puppies out, but Momma was a different story. She was roughly 3 when I got her, and I do not know her past.  She was scared of men and brooms.  Anything actually that was long and shaped like a broom.  She was afraid of leashes and collars, still is actually. After a year of being in the house, she finally got used to Chris, and still doesn’t like when he gets mad.  After a year, it was obvious she was ours.

Next is Pico.

This boy had me at hello.  He is a chihuahua mix and roamed our neighborhood in San Antonio.  He was the Alpha in any pack that joined him. I say that because it was like everyday he would walk down our street with different dogs in tow.  All were behind him.  He walked like he was the Fonz.  He needed a leather coat and a white t-shirt as he pranced down the street.  It took me months for him to come to me.  There was a time where I didn’t see him for a few months and thought the coyotes got him.  Then one day he came prancing over to the food I left for him in the front yard by my big tree. He had a friend with him. His friend came up to me and was was letting me love all over him. Finally, Pico came closer and closer. After about 20 mins, he was rolled over letting me scratch his tummy.

I am not sure what happened next, but he ended up being a regular at my house. I would keep him inside, but when morning came her wanted out. I would put him in the backyard, but every time he escaped. This was the routine for awhile, till he got pretty comfortable and his journeys outside were not as often or as long. He had made us his family. You can read here how he extended our family for a little bit.

Last but not least, Annabelle.

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She is a full blooded Chihuahua, with all the full attitude of one! I found her as I was driving down 1604 in San Antonio.  Someone had put her on top of huge electrical box.  She was not even 1 lb, and was about the size of my hand. It was Feb, and it was a cold day.  At first I thought it was a rat, but I remember thinking a rat couldn’t climb that big box.

Soon after bringing her home, my husband decided to take her to a bike shop.  It was a cold day, and she jumped out of his arms landing on her head on the sidewalk.  That evening, she began having seizures.  Many times in that one night. After her many vet visits, she was prescribed heavy duty narcotic.  She became devil dog fast! I remember an instance when she was at the vet, and the Dr. took us to the very back room. The gray door was a heavy, made of steel, it also had a small window on it.  Something like you would see in a mental ward.  To this day, I am not sure why he had us in that room.

While he turned her on her back to examine her, (now remember she is barely a pound) she starts growling, and fighting like her life depended on it. Teeth were showing, her tongue was thrashing around.  I think the vet was waiting for her head to spin around.  She was mad, to say the least. I knew then, I had misnamed her.  She should have been Xena, The Warrior Princess.

She made so much noise, people from the waiting room ,and staff members had come to the door peeking through the glass to see what was going on.  The vet told me that I may have to put her down,because this was the worst he had ever seen a dog behave from head trauma and narcotics.

This is a photo of her soon after she got better.

National Dog Day

Luckily she got better, and she is as sweet as ever. Well, to a point, she is still a mighty dog in a small body. She has no fear when it comes to things she wants to fight over. Her size has almost gotten her killed a few times.  Once, she ran out to attack 2 huge dogs in muzzles.  Thank God they were muzzled.  Maybe I need to get her one.

She is now 7 and still full of herself.

So, those three stories and many others I have about saving animals, cats and dogs alike are why I think it is so important to adopt, don’t shop! National Dog Day is a fantastic way to celebrate your dog(s).

Go ahead, give em a bone!

Happy Waggin’




Fall Special

One of the perks to moving from San Antonio to Omaha is that I officially have my favorite season back, Fall.  It the time for cool brisk morning walks to school,  cooler days, campfires bundled in a blanket and pumpkin EVERYTHING.

There isn’t much judgement from others when you have a pumpkin muffin with your pumpkin latte, then chasing it down with a slice of pumpkin pie!

Having ‘fat days’ isn’t noticeable when wearing bulky sweaters.  It is a vacation for the fat rolls from being sucked in all summer long.   I can embrace my  ‘fat days’ with grace! I love bulky sweaters!

Of course we have the obvious, and more beautiful thing that comes from Fall, the colors!  I love to just take in God’s splendor!

To celebrate my love for Fall, and the ability to continue doing what I love, I am putting on a Fall Special for the month of October!

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Down Memory Lane

Going Down Memory Lane

As I am organizing and cleaning out my external hard drive, I have come across some photos that were past favorites.  I also have found some that I didn’t even know I had taken.

Going down memory lane can be emotional.

Photos of pets you loved that are now no longer with you.  Children that are talking back, when seems like yesterday they were attached to your boob.

It makes you contemplate how time flies, and makes you really want to make each moment count.

I think that is hard…making each moment count.  Especially to the tired moms out there that are doing their best to just to make it through a day.   I once said if I had the money I wouldn’t hire help.  I stay home with them, so why would I need help. I can do it all.  I cannot believe I once thought that…so naive.  I think the Stay at Home mom is who needs hired help more!  Yes, the little moments are precious, but ya know so is your sanity! Locking myself in my bathroom or closet for 5 mins just to have a moments peace (which usually that 5 mins gets interrupted by min 2.  Someone had set themselves on fire or some other emergency) is what has been titled as a mini vaca.  The potty is a mini vaca?  That’s just sad.  Just writing this piece I’ve been interrupted about 5 times. Mostly it’s tattling…I hate tattling.

I’ve been told to cherish these days because in a snap of the finger they will be gone.  My trip down memory lane is a testament to that statement.

I guess when I get aggravated (which happened a lot today) just breathe and realize soon the house will be quiet.  I’ll be wrinkly and old and looking at my golden years and think why didn’t I just cuddle them all day long?

Yep, going down memory lane can be emotional.

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Sophia playing in the dirt

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Zoie cleaning a dirty Sophia

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Lydia a year old

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Dane at 3

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At boerne lake. We used to take Zoie and Gracie there all the time.

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Chris and Justin riding the San Antonio roads

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Lydia with Chris’ dad who passed away a couple of years ago.

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My kitty, Gus.  He was the best cat ever.

I had so many I wanted to add, but I didn’t want to overload you.  This is just a tiny bit of what I have collected over the years.  I hope you enjoyed going down memory lane as I have.







Macro Photography

I have been in love with Macro Photography for a long time, and have started to have time to play with the new lens, the Canon 100mm f2.8.  It is a beautiful lens and takes some amazing photos.  However, I am still learning on how to shoot things like bugs and flowers. Sounds simple doesn’t it?  However, bugs move fast, especially bees.  Which is one of the subjects I shot yesterday.  Flowers can be easy on a calm day, but Omaha has a lot of wind. Needless to say, it can be challenging.

I need some work when it comes to macro photography.  I enjoy photographing nature.  It’s usually calm and there isn’t any pressure.  I mean, if a bug gets bored, it flies or hops away.  If real people did that, it would be kinda hard to stomach.

Yesterday, I was able to shoot a Grasshopper, Bees and a nasty Cicada Killer Wasp.

Macro photoography

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Still Fine at Thirty-Nine

The title is a bit too much, but I wanted something that rhymed, and I even wanted it corny. Yes, I was actually going for corny.

So here I am, another year older.  Not just another year older, but also the last year of my 30’s!!  I’ve had a lot happen in my 30’s, but this isn’t the post about the decade.  It’s the post about the year.

I don’t get down too much on having birthday’s yet. I am still a young girl at heart who wants flowers, cake, ice cream, surprises and presents! I want what most people want, to feel special on their special day. After all, it is a celebration of life.  As many of us know it is short, and can be taken away at a moments notice. So, why not do great things for a birthday?

I still enjoy birthdays.

That being said, this birthday will be without cake or ice cream!  Yeah, I am heartbroken too! I loooooove cake with a vengeance!  Icing especially, but until I get better it looks like sugar is off my plate.  However, I have had a plus side to this. I’ve lost 6 dress sizes since last December and 30 lbs.  I didn’t realize what a chunker I had let myself get.  If you have read the About Me section in this blog you will see I had a problem with sugar. I’m surprised I wasn’t over 200 lbs!

I am a firm believer that sugar is addicting. It was the one thing I had the hardest time quitting.  It took a sickness to happen TWICE before I said enough was enough.  Yeah, like once wasn’t enough!  I’ve always been the stubborn one, and had to do it my way.  Look what it got me!

Here I am looking back on the year of 38, and even though I have had amazing things happen like moving back to Omaha.  I am ready to jump into 39.  I say, to bigger and better things!! I’m still believing for my miracle.  They happen everyday, and why not to me?

You know people say “Another year older and another year wiser”.  Looking back in my years, I am trying to think how many years I got wiser.   I don’t think I got any wiser for the greater good…to share all my ‘wiseness’ to the masses of the people! Heck, I can’t even do 4th grade math! So, if we are talking wisdom in math, well that boat left me high and dry, while scratching my head trying to figure out what just happened.

Still fine at thirty-nine


This past year has taught me more about growth, than I ever dreamed. I guess it finally took me 39 years to grow up! The growing up I am talking about is spiritual growth.  I was such an infant for 38 years in my walk with God.  Oh, how I thought I knew how it worked. I am amazed how little I did know. Even though it took most of my hearing, not able to see or walk straight, and the occasional flutters of dizziness.  I FINALLY see it, but I still have so much more to learn.

I finally have the ears that hear, and the eyes that see that is written so many times in the Bible.  Looking back, if I had not have the second ear hemorrhage back before Christmas I may not have grown into the person God needs and wants me to be.  It’s very possible I could have continued to eat crap, and set new personal record on ass size, and possibly be moving on when I needed to sit back and wait.

Now, do I think He did this to me to teach me this?  NO! Not a chance! He doesn’t work or teach us that way.  Everything good that happens is from Him, not the other way around.   I finally opened myself up to Him and became stronger in my walk so I can face the challenges that have laid and will lay ahead of me.

Do I still have days where I want to scream and ask Him ‘WHY!?’  Oh, you bet! However, I don’t.  I change my heart fast, and then go straight to praising Him and sometimes I raise my hands up and sing.  Which, He may wish I wouldn’t.  My singing voice is like a cat in heat, it’s daunting!

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Another year older, and I am living a totally different life than I had before.  I am wiser, thinner and still fine at thirty-nine!

still fine at thirty-nine

Down 30 lbs and 6 dress sizes!

Happy Birthday to everyone on their special day, whenever that may be!


God Moves


God Moves

I’ve lived in Omaha for almost a year now, and I am just getting to this post. I’ve been wanting to write it because it is such a great testimony to what God has done for me and my family.

Me and the kids usually came to Omaha for a month or sometimes the whole summer when we lived in San Antonio.  It was a great way for us to beat the heat.  I am not much for hot days with no breaks for months.  Omaha was my saving grace from a few things.

It is where old friends and parents live. When hot days existed it wouldn’t be long till it cooled off again.  Loneliness wasn’t a factor when coming back ‘home’.  I enjoyed the cool mornings sitting on the deck with my mom with hot coffee.  Chatting it up and planning where we were going to go eat that day.

The long 2 day drive by myself with 3 little ones ,and one whiny chihuahua was worth it to find the comfort I needed.  It was also one reason it took me a long time to drive back home. Driving with 3 kids solo, is not something I enjoyed, it was exhausting.

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Heading by to Texas

Last summer was the turning point for my family. We stayed the whole summer.  Leaving just in time to make it for school to start. While we were here, the house next door to my parents was for sale.  Every day, mostly many times a day, my daughter, Lydia would say “Let’s buy that house!” Of course I had to constantly remind her that it wasn’t going to happen. For a couple reasons, it was a tad out of our price range and daddy would never agree.  This conversation went on many times during the summer. It actually went as far as calling my husband, Chris telling him my parents bought us the house next door. He didn’t fall for it.

The day came to pack and head out.  Finally 2 days later we were back home!  Shortly, after returning home, I had a bad attitude.  Instead of being grateful for what I had, I focused on the wrong things. Our house was old and needed some work.  I had about all the ‘broken things’ I could handle. I prayed many times asking Him to help me in some way.  It wasn’t long after that, that I got bolder in my prayers. I knew to always thank God for what I had, and I did that along with asking Him to move us to Omaha.

It was the beginning of September, my mom called me and told me that the house next door went off the market.  I was a bit sad.  I knew that there was no way we could buy a house in the state our finances were in.  After I got sick the first time (2012), it nearly bankrupted us, so saying money was tight was an over statement.

Then my mom went on to tell me that my dad walked over to ask the owner if he had considered renting.  Tim had mentioned that he and his wife were actually in the process of dealing with applications. I am not sure, but I think I remember my mom telling me this was it, and try and get Chris on board with moving.

The problem, they wanted renters in by Oct 1st.  It was already the end of the first week of September at this point.  Ignoring the little voice in my head saying “whatever, you can never get him to agree”, “you can’t afford this”, “you’re dreaming” “it is too good to be true and you don’t deserve this”.  I ran to the office and told Chris about the house up for rent and asked his thoughts.  Of course, there wasn’t much positive coming out of his mouth, except for “yeah ok”, and that was sarcastic.

I am not really sure what happened for a few days, but I ended up telling a dear friend of mine about selling the house.  She told me her husband had just recently started flipping homes. She was going to talk to him.  I got excited! I ended up then going a bit further. I talked to a realtor friend of mine.

The thing with our house was, it was in a prime location on almost an acre!  It was in an older neighborhood, and hidden in the trees.  It super close to everything.  Six Flags was merely a mile away! Awesome shopping to places like Nordstroms, Neimen Marcus, Tiffany’s and other amazing places I barely went to.  Well, I did go into Neimen Marcus once to just breath in the riches, when my 2 year old, Lydia had a complete meltdown in the store.  I was asked to get her to calm down or leave.  With my tail between my legs, we walked out and went to Walmart.

The location was our saving grace.

A few days passed, and my good friend phoned me and said her husband and business partner were coming over to look at the house. At this point, I am not even sure I told Chris all of this stuff. I mean, I barely believed it had gone this far.  From that moment, I knew we were meant to be in Omaha. I knew God was moving.

I believe a couple days more passed and they made another visit, and an offer! We sold our house in 3 days, without it going on the market. Chris did know at this point, we were moving. He had mixed feelings, but I was over the moon.

It was a cash buyer, so we closed in 3 weeks!

The buyers still had a few days to cancel the sale, so I went in my room many times a day praying, and claiming that house was ours. Then we were given 3 days I believe to pack and move. Three days! Who does this in 3 days?  Luckily, I had already begun packing some things, so it wasn’t as bad as it could have been, but still bad. We had also sold a few things, so that helped with money, and not hauling everything up here.

I had to try and find a home for one of my dogs, which was almost more than I could handle. Omaha is a bit different here than in San Antonio.  They have some pretty strict animal police. In Omaha, you can only have 3 dogs in a household.  I had 4.  So, who would I chose to stay behind.  A friend mentioned, it was like Sophie’s Choice.  Boy was it! How can you do that?  I had sought out friends to help.  Momma was the pick to stay behind because she hated collars, leashes, and would never even go for walks. So how in the world was I suppose to get her to go potty on the long drive?  I prayed hard for this as well. I decided to walk by faith and bring her. I knew God would help, and boy did He ever. She did so awesome! She was very stressed out, but she handled it so well.

So, how do I get by with that stupid Omaha rule?  My parents offer to take in one of my dogs.  We took Cleo and Momma over to her house, and Cleo was the one who got along better with her other dog.  So, Cleo stays with my parents, and I get to see her everyday!

What could go wrong when you are moving out of state?  Oh man, were we hit with some doozies.

We hadn’t sold our Rainbow Playground yet.  We had many people look at it, a buyer fell through, and everyone wants everything for nothing. It was only a few months old worth a lot. I prayed that we would get a certain amount out of it, two days before we move, it sold with the offer we asked!

Rainbow Playground

In the process of moving, we lost one of my cats, Rupee.  He was not an outside cat, and only went out when I was on the porch with him. He did not like being out without anyone.  I was surprised to find that he got out when we were moving the big furniture.  I looked for him for a long time, but could never find him. It was heartbreaking for me! I’m really hoping he found a great home.

The night before we are suppose to leave, Dane gets a tummy bug. He’s up all night doing the two P’s (pukin’ and poopin’) It was awful for him.  Needless to say none of us got much sleep.

As Chris is loading up the finishing things on the truck (we have to be out that morning), I run to get coffee and a few errands. As I return home, my van breaks down! We have to be out of the house that day, and my van breaks down. At this point I was chuggin’ my coffee and laughing.  I was laughing at all the crap the devil was trying to throw at us. He was not stealing my joy or God’s plans.  So, after talking to a mechanic and reading forums on what it could be, it looked like a major repair with days before we could get it back.  What do you do?  Head to Carmax and buy a new van.

Finally, making it to our new home, Omaha.

Chris getting a run down on how to drive the Behemoth

Chris getting a run down on how to drive the Behemoth

Cleo and Momma in kennels under Annabelle.

Cleo and Momma in kennels under Annabelle.

After all that was said and done, no one can convince me there isn’t a God.  It doesn’t happen often that a house, that needs work, sells in 3 days without it going on the market. Which, by the way, was the amount of time I asked God to find us an owner, and the price we needed to cover costs.





Detox Water, The Hoytie Toytie Water


I like Detox water.  I used to make a big pitcher of it, and drink that throughout the day.  However, I had gotten lazy.  I have a board on Pinterest just for drinks, and many of them are detoxifying.

Detox Water, the hoytie toytie water

Detox Water, the hoytie toytie water

This actually did not come from Starbucks, it was once a Berry Refresher.  Which is really good too, however, I highly doubt it’s detoxing.  I have no idea how much sugar is in one, which is why I’ve only had one.  But, I tend to use my plastic cups like this for a little while before recycling them.  I recycle, recycle them.

This drink has fresh blueberries, frozen raspberries and cucumbers in it. I have a confession, though.  I did not put it together for the detoxing.  I usually think about eating, a lot.  So, it’s healthy laziness…It’s a snack and a water!   It’s a two for one! I can’t decide if that’s laziness or just good business.  Any rate, it is good and refreshing!

After the berries and cucumber had set for a bit, the water turns a pretty red, and their flavors seep into the water. Then it’s a ‘good for you’ chug a lug!

Drink up,