Friday, May 31, 2013

Night Noises

This evening I took Connor and Oscar for a walk at a park.

It was nice to see some natural scenery. There was this really tall wetland grass swaying in the wind reminding me of the golden wheat that is ready for harvest this time in Kansas.

However, there was an interesting sound. At first it's quiet and you can hear the grass swaying in the wind. But then you hear this noise that gradually gets louder. See if you can hear it.

Any idea what it is?

I can only guess that it might be the sound of frogs. I could be completely wrong. Where are the Duck Dynasty guys when you need to ask them? They would know. If I ever find out I'll make sure to let you know.

Wednesday, May 29, 2013

Tourguide Connor

Mr. Connor would like to take you on a journey showing you are new home.

Ok... so there is nothing IN the new house when this video was taken. But isn't he cute?

Dachshund Tales

Ever had to make up bedtime stories for your children? Castles, superheroes, sinister villians, aliens, princesses, and heroic acts?

What about for your dog? Ever made up a bed time story for them?

My husband and I usually have a verbal battle over who loves Oscar the most. And sometimes the facts are stretched. Such as "Well I brought Oscar home" or "You didn't want Oscar you called him a cat", etc... etc... Each of us believing Oscar truly understands what we are saying as we battle for his preference.

So one night I was enjoying a bed time story with Oscar that stretched into the absurd. Brian was dying laughing... Oscar remained stoic enjoying himself as I rubbed his back... and I gave him a bedtime story on the Origins of the Dachshunds.

(Note- This is a story tale which contains no facts, lots of exaggeration, and some violence).

The Origins of Dachshunds

Long time ago, vicious and stealthy wolves ruled the land of the north. These wolves were the direct descendents of todays breed of dachshunds. Through mutal trust and partnership dachshunds united with humans who would trade the dachshunds hunting skills for cooked meat and human adoration. Because of this union the men of the north became strong and powerful and even took over the Roman Empire. Even the Roman elephant armies were no match against the dachshunds. Dachshunds have a keen ability to jump really high and rip out a human's jugular vein. Regarding elephants I'm sure they merely jumped into an elephants chest cavity and tore out it's heart with their teeth. As reward for their bravery, the Gauls later used the Roman Coliseum as a royal dog house, often feeding the dachshunds fresh batches of Christians.

Later Dachshunds were also brought to the new world where they were used to destroy the enemies of the English and Spanish. Along with the dachshunds the Europeans brought horses for transportational purposes. Dachshunds were too great and powerful to be subjected to being a lowly animal just necessary for transportation, thus they needed horses. Because lets be honest, it would be an insult for a man to ride a dachshund when he could ride an ass or a horse instead. Later after the eastern seaboard was tamed, dachshunds with their killer instinct went west. However, because of the vast landscape and how spread out they were, many of them lacked the necessary amount of mates. Dachshunds were so masculine they needed several mating companions/opportunities. As a result of their need, dachshunds in desperation later mated with horses. Their offspring were bison. Bison have the strength and power of a dacshund (which is why you never ride a buffalo), but the stupidity of a horse (thus they eat grass and lounge around all day).

Recently there was a small zombie outbreak in the U.S. But because it happened near a Dachshund Animal shelter the zombies were torn into shreds within minutes by the powerful teeth and instinctive nature of the dachshunds. However, should another zombie outbreak happen, the CDC has issued that a humans best defense against the mutated and diseased beings is a dachshund.

And that is how the world was and is shaped by dachshunds. The End. Good night Oscar.

Tuesday, May 28, 2013

Start of Summer

Nothing sounds like summer than spending some time in the water. Last year the only time we got time to spend in the water was a quick trip to Corpus Christi area. This year with work it's unlikely we'll get a chance to escape to the Texas coast. So we've decided to spend some time this year working on swimming.

Sophie is signed up for swimming lessons this year. Which doesn't include a frog slide in the lesson plans. Then again, a little play time as a reward afterwards is encouraged.

And it's not a bad idea to get Connor used to the water as well.

Mom & Dad get a bit of fun too.

Bring on the summer!

Sunday, May 19, 2013

Hoarding vs. Purging

So this month is going to be painfully low on posts simply because most of my time lately has been spent preparing to move, moving, and re-organizing those things we moved. And if you move a lot then you realize it's not so fun to actually move. Live in a different state... amazing! Actually deal with moving all of your stuff to that new location... definitely not amazing.

While we've gotten most of the big stuff out. We are still getting all the little things out of the house. It's the little stuff that just kills you. You realize just how many trinkets, signs, decorations, children's artwork and McDonald toys that you have in the house. And you think... WHY? Why did we keep this? Why do we need this?

In previous years and moves, Brian was always the hoarder and I was the purger. So when we were moving, Brian wanted to keep everything. Because well... you might need it again. Or well it can be useful if we want it to be useful. Or we won't ever have to buy another one if we keep this one. Or that's memorabilia from high school. Or my homework from college.

Me I would happily get rid of things that weren't 1) commonly used or needed, 2) weren't used at least once a year depending on what it was, 3) easily replaceable, 4) no longer fit and unlikely to wear again in the near future (2-3 years) and 5) we no longer have the space to store everything we own. So when Brian was gone to work or school and I was left in charge of packing... I was more liberal with what was discarded than he was. And because we had so much stuff... he never really noticed anything that went to Goodwill or the dump.

Time Magazine (7/19/2012) had an artical called American Hoarders: Typical American Home is Cluttered with Possessions - and Stressing us Out, stated that children received roughly 70 new toys a year. So if that is true by the end of this year, if we had kept every toy our 2 children (then ages 5 and 1) have recieved since their birth, they would own 420 toys. And the article goes on to say that UCLA researchers found the more stuff a person owns the more unhappy and more stressful they are. Go figure... they are probably tripping all over thousands of toys laying all over the floor and finding toilets clogged with polly pockets (hasn't happened to us yet but I'm waiting for it).
This time Brian has been helping much more with this particular move. And I was actually shocked to see that he had put somethings in the Goodwill pile... of his! And he even put some things in the trash! I mean sure it wasn't as much as I would have done (and have been doing while there), but still it's a definite improvement. I think he's starting to understand some about how much work it takes to move things from one place to another to another to another that we don't exactly use.

We still don't exactly have all the specific space for the things we currently own. But Brian has mentioned he plans to scan somethings to decrease the amount of paperwork filling up countless boxes, sort through books he plans to sell, and go through things more once we get everything out of the house. My HERO! So I'm happy that my husband is slowly moving towards a more light lifestyle regarding possessions.

Tuesday, May 14, 2013

Where is Oscar?

Do you see him?

Do you see him now?


The couch has become his favorite spot. He doesn't even sleep in bed with us anymore. Why should he... when he can have the whole couch to himself?

And Another Move

You know I like living in different places, but I really hate moving. Mostly the packing, the unpacking, and all the work leading up to it. In 5 years we've lived in 3 states and in (now) 4 houses. I think that qualifies us as semi-experienced movers.

This move was a little different because 1) we moved ourselves  and 2 children and 2) we stayed in the same state and same city. Another difference, for some odd reason we had a little role reversal going. Brian is usually the planner in the relationship. Spreadsheets and lists abound as well as timelines. And yet, this time I was the one who got the head start on looking/researching for places to live. I made the spreadsheet breaking down properties by price, features, square feet, and price per square foot.

I also coordinated things with the property managers, home viewing, acquiring a refrigerator, and getting the best deal for a rental truck.

And you'd think that would be enough.... nope... we are still packing, unpacking, and cleaning.

My boss informed me that anything that takes longer than 2 days to pack or unpack, deserves to be burned. After 4 days of packing, unpacking, and cleaning, I'm at that point that just throwing everything in a pile in the backyard with a lit match sounds like an inspiring idea. It's amazing the amount of stuff a person acquires (that they do not use with even an annual regularity).

Burn baby burn.

Ok... so I haven't burned anything yet. But we still have plenty of stuff at the house and plenty of time.

Another little highlight regarding this move... I got the opportunity or perhaps the mistaken obligation of driving the 16' moving truck with hydraulic lift out of Dallas, to pick up the fridge, and then return it to load up our stuff. It was definitely an interesting adventure.

Upon returning and once it was loaded up, Brian realized it probably wasn't the best idea to have me driving. Not sure why... but needless to say... he took over the reigns. I was ok with that. :)

The kids were whiny and fussy, but they did help a bit. Even Oscar.

Since the kids have been able to escape moving duties/chores, they seem to adjusted well to life in the new house.