Archive for Gucci Pucci
Please bring our dog fine cuts of meat only
My Hubby was listening to a segment on how to train your dog to not bark and go berserk whenever someone knocks on the front door. The suggestion was to have a treat ready for the visitor to give the dog before they knock on the door, so when the dog runs to the [...]
HAWK! CODE RED!
There is a hawk; at least I think it is a hawk that has been cruising the skyways around our neighborhood the past few months.
While we were outside with Gucci the hawk flew overhead and started to circle our house. The feathered airliner had her eye on our little pup. Gucci, weighing in at only [...]
SHHH, Don’t Make Eye Contact
My middle child is as honest as a saint on judgment day. She is painfully honest. Yesterday we celebrated Travis’ birthday. We had dinner on our back patio. As we were chatting and discussing desert options, the buzz of a lawn mower interrupted our conversations. It was good old Claude, and he caught Sessy’s attention.
“Oh [...]
The Turd
Not happy. Let me tell you why. Being a total fool, I decided to organize a party for 20 figure skaters, an outing which would require me and one other fool (my favorite skate mom, Mark) to spend our entire Saturday at an amusement park. Preparing to Chaperone squealy girls whose ages range 7 thru [...]
Sooner or later we would have to cover this topic
I was raised with two brothers and as the only granddaughter on both sides of my family. Poop, rear-ends, and farts are often the topic of discussion. You just read my beginning headliner/disclaimer; I will have you sign and date this later for my records.
We have a wicked neighbor, let’s call him Claude, ok that [...]
Poor Little Pup
Have you ever felt two passionate emotions at once? I think mothers probably experience this all the time. Like when my oldest daughter Sas threw a ball at Sessy’s head (Sessy was only 2 weeks old), Sessy, my middle child, was completely fine and even unfazed. I felt complete anger/rage at Sas, and at the [...]
Embarrassed
I do not embarrass easily, I usually wear my stupid antics with pride. But every once in a while I act out in such a way that even you will experience my shame simply by reading this.
As you may have noticed, I have a little tiny pooch named Gucci Pucci (aka: poo poo), she is [...]
