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Introducing Ollie

15 Aug

Here’s Ollie’s picture from his PetFinder listing. He may not have a Mohawk like Dobby did, but he totally has a beard.

When I last filled you in on our dog shelter saga, our adoption of Dobby had just fallen through due to him being shark-tastic and wanting to bite everyone.

Well, when I found Dobby I also happened to come across a cute little chihuahua/yorkie mix named Ollie. The only reason I didn’t call about Ollie first was that there wasn’t a lot of information about him in the listing.  I had no idea about his age, his size or even if he was housebroken. Also, I was concerned because Chihuahuas shed like crazy and the only way it would work for us is if the yorkie side won out with the low/no-shedding.

After Dobby fell through, I went ahead and emailed to find out more information on Ollie. According to Mary, the shelter director, he was around 1 or 2 years old, weighed 8 pounds, was 90% housebroken, and was very low shedding.

YAY! Or as my husband would say, “Winner Winner Chicken Dinner!”*

I submitted an application last Wednesday and waited. And waited. And waited. Until I heard this Tuesday that our application review was almost complete and the last step was talking to our reference. I had listed my bestie, Annie, as our reference and due to her job she’s hard to get on the phone during the day. The shelter contact was able to have her answer the questions by email though, which was fantastic. Annie is also fantastic – even more than fantastic –  because she spoke so highly of us that the shelter contact emailed me on Tuesday night that we were approved to adopt Ollie!

Which is when the anxiety set in.

My husband, who hardly ever goes out of town was leaving on Thursday morning for five days. Our choice was to either meet and bring Ollie home on Wednesday night before Travis left, or for me to do it alone on Friday while he’s gone. I really wanted Travis and Jack to meet Ollie with me, so we decided to schedule our meeting for last night.

When we walked up to the PetSmart where we were meeting Mary and Ollie, my heart was totally pounding like crazy. I wasn’t sure if I was going to pass out, hurl or poo myself. Maybe all three, so it is good that PetSmart has mess cleanup stations. Luckily I didn’t need to use one.

At first, Ollie was super shy and didn’t even want to come over to Travis or me. We bribed him with treats and he would slowly walk over, grab a treat and run away. Mary told us that he would take a while to warm up to us, so we really hung back and tried to be super patient. Over about an hour he got more and more friendly and even went up to Jack to softly take a treat out of his hand.


This is Rutledge Wood from Top Gear (American version). I have a super crush on him and Ollie kind of looks like him. Picture Source: Rutledge Wood website

So, we decided to go for it.

I signed the paperwork, wrote a check and picked out a collar and ID tag for him. He’s gone by Ollie for 4 weeks, so we think we’re going to just stick with that as his name. Not totally sure yet, I might decide to change it this weekend – he doesn’t respond to Ollie at all. Current frontrunners are: Dobby, PJ (Potter, Jr) or Rutledge, with a middle name of Voldemort (aka the dog who must not be named).

As soon as we walked out of PetSmart with Ollie, I totally had a anxiety attack freak out. My stomach started lurching, my heart pounded and I burst into tears.

I just kept thinking…he’s not as cute as Potter! And he’s not as awesome as Potter! And what if I don’t love him?! And what if this is a HUGE mistake?

Travis calmed me down by reminding me that whatever we give Ollie will be better than what he would get from a shelter. And that we were already great doggie parents to him because we didn’t drop him off at an overcrowded shelter and walk away. We also have an out if we choose to use it – if we decide that Ollie is not a good fit with our family we can give him back within 30 days.

So, that pretty much kept me sane. I mean, between the weird crying jags.

Mary had told us to have Ollie ride back home with us (over an hour car ride) in his crate, because that would make him the most comfortable with the transition. I pretty much decided that she wasn’t the boss of me and switched him to my lap after about 15 minutes. Which he LOVED by the way.

The entire way home he snuggled up with me as if he had been with us for years. When we got home, Travis took him for a walk and then we let him sniff around the house for an hour or so.

Our intentions were to put him in his crate to sleep, which is what he did with his foster parent. So we said goodnight and put him in there with a treat. However, while I was taking out my contact lenses he started whining… and before I was even out of the bathroom Travis had Ollie in our bed.

So, yeah, Travis is already trained.

Ollie slept by our feet most of the night and every couple hours he would get up to explore the room. This, of course, woke me up because I was afraid he was going to pee on something, but he did really well with no accidents. By morning he was curled up right between Travis and me like a spoiled pup.


Meet Ollie!

I dropped Jack off at my mom’s house this morning for babysitting and I’m working from home today so that Ollie can get used to his new home. So far he’s been alternating between following me around the house, sitting on my lap, or curling up by my feet under my blanket.


Working from home is pretty awesome when you have a lapdog. (PS sorry about the lack of makeup, working from home doesn’t require makeup… or a shower… or real pants)

Oh, and he decided to pee on one of Jack’s toys. So that’s accident #1. Which is to be expected, but still sucks.

It’s nice having a dog around the house again. Even if he does keep farting. If he is this comfortable with me within 24 hours, I can only imagine he’ll be trying to sleep on top my face within a week. Which would be weird.


Spoiled already? You betcha!

So to the person in West Virginia who decided that Ollie was not the right fit for them… thank you. Thank you for giving him up to a shelter, rather than just leaving him on the side of the road or sticking him in a dumpster. We are so happy for Ollie to join our family and plan to love him to the best of our ability.

*There is a country song out right now that says “winner winner” and “catfish dinner” so my husband was singing “winner winner chicken dinner” over and over and OVER again last night.


Celebrating National Ice Cream Month with a Contest

18 Jul

So, I’m a bit behind the times and didn’t actually realize until more than halfway through the month that July is National Ice Cream Month.

Really, a MONTH for the awesomeness of ice cream? And I didn’t KNOW about this?

How did I, a BREYERS AMBASSADOR, not know that July is National Ice Cream Month?!

Geez, if I had a crown they might take it away from me for this kind of behavior! I plan on making up for lost time by celebrating to the best of my ability for the next couple weeks. And by ‘best of my ability’ I mean eating as much ice cream as possible while still fitting into the super cute outfits I’m packing for BlogHer.

As a way to kick off my celebrations, I’ve decided that this weekend is going to be a Summer Spectacular at our house!

I’ve picked two things off our Family Summer Sand Bucket List and decided that they’re happening this weekend:

  • Enjoy an ice cream cone with sprinkles (because Sunday is National Ice Cream Day!)
  • See a movie in a super cold air conditioned theater

My amazing brother has volunteered to babysit Jack for us, so my husband and I are having a DATE on Sunday. In the last 17 months, we’ve actually only had 2 dates without our son so this is kind of a big deal. A big deal that will include ice cream AND a movie!

I want to treat you guys too so that everyone can celebrate National Ice Cream Month! Let’s have a little contest:

How to enter my awesome contest:
Leave a comment below and tell me how you’re planning on celebrating National Ice Cream Month and your favorite ice cream flavor.

The prizes:*
Grand Prize (1 awarded): $25 Target gift card and a coupon for free Breyers ice cream
Runner Up Prizes (3 awarded): a coupon for free Breyers ice cream

The Sprinkles on Top of the Ice Cream:
In addition to my little contest, Breyers is running a “Share your Moments” contest on their Facebook page. You can enter it now through September 23, 2013 by submitting your delicious moments to One lucky winner will be showcased within the Winner’s Gallery each week and will receive exciting prizes, such as a tablet and a year’s supply of Breyers.

Pretty yummy, right?

I’ll accept entries from now until noon on Wednesday, July 24, 2013. Good luck!

This post was created in connection with my appointment as an Ambassador in the Breyers Blogger Program. Visit to join the conversation.

*All prizes have been provided by Breyers. They will send the $25 Target gift card directly to the grand prize winner. I will mail the coupons (also provided by Breyers) to all four winners.


7/24/13 Update: Winners have been chosen by a random number generator! Grand Prize Winner of $25 Target gift card and coupon for free Breyers ice cream: Teri. Three Runner Up winners (who win a coupon for free Breyers ice cream): Words for Worms, Ryan R and Kari. I will be emailing the winners directly to let them know that they won. Thank you everyone for playing!

The Friend Break Up

3 Jul

This morning on the radio The Kane Show was discussing the “Friend Break Up” and how as a woman breaking up with a close friend is much more traumatic than breaking up with a boyfriend.

It seemed like each of the DJ’s and everyone who called in to the show had gone through a friend break up at some point in their lives. I didn’t realize how incredibly common it was.

So, of course I started thinking about my own experience with friend break ups.

When I was the Dumper
I was close friends with a lady that I’ll call Claire. We worked together at the same location, but in different jobs/companies. We bonded over our shared boss and would laugh hysterically whenever he did something inappropriate, stupid or insane. For example, one time I was in his office when he decided to clip his nails and I literally had to duck so I wasn’t hit with flying fingernail shrapnel. She was in his office one day when he full-on farted and she had to try to pretend like she wasn’t dying in the resulting bog of eternal stench.

Ok, I WAS just going to post a link to the Bog of Eternal Stench. But then I saw this on Youtube and it warmed my heart so I had to post the whole clip. LOVE the Labyrinth!

Anyways, back to the Claire story. I dealt with nasty fingernails, she dealt with stinky butt. It was a match made in heaven, right?

Well, we were friends for a few years and it was the perfect storm situation where we could do couples things because our husbands also got along. I guess I was kind of naive, because I assumed that she was an honest person. I took all her silly stories at face value and never even suspected that she wasn’t being very truthful. I slowly started to see discrepancies in her stories and eventually realized that she pretty much lied about 85% of anything she ever said to me. Oh, and that boss that we would share stories about? Apparently they were having an affair.

I didn’t want to be confrontational (or listen to any of her denial lies), so when she left the company I just let the relationship fizzle out. I’m not proud to say this, but I did start ignoring phone calls and texts from her until she finally stopped calling. What was I supposed to say? Hey Claire, apparently you’re a crazy psycho bitch and I don’t want to be your friend anymore?

Actually, yes. That would have worked.

The Dumpee
I’ve actually been friend dumped a few times in my life. The first was the most traumatic because I literally had NO IDEA why my friend dumped me. Which I guess is my comeuppance for Claire, right?

Dump #1: Mike (fake name)
I was friends with Mike in middle school and we became closer in high school because we did a lot of theater stuff together. We even started out at the same college together and were so incredibly close that I found out after he left our university (after the first semester) that everyone assumed he was my boyfriend.

I stayed at the college and he went back to his life at home… and we stayed friends. But within a year or so, he just stopped returning my calls. I had no idea what I had done to be cut out of his life. I still actually have no idea. My best guess is that I was a sucky friend. I was 20ish and incredibly self-centered at that point in my life, so I wouldn’t blame him if he just couldn’t deal with my superb asshattery.

It hurt though. We had been friends since middle school and then he was gone. No explanation. No fight. Just gone. A few years ago we became Facebook friends, so I assume he doesn’t hate my guts (anymore).

me and annie

This is from a couple years ago when we want back to our old bar. According to my FB where I stole the picture, we had a 5 hour happy hour and the nice vodka girls gave us bracelets… It is safe to say we are NOT sober in this picture.

Dump #2: Annie (real name)
Annie and I met in 2003 when we worked at the same company. We got along really well and became super-tight best buddies with a weekly date night at our local bar. About three years into our friendship, I acted like a total douchebag (hmm… I sense a theme) and we had one of those fights where we pretty much both yelled, “FINE” and never spoke to each other again.

And by ‘never again’ I mean for about two years.

This dumped story has a happy ending, because we went back to being friends. We both grew up a little in the time that we were apart. By time we found our way back together, she was in a long-term relationship and had an adorable baby girl. I was about to get married to Travis.

Since we reconciled it’s been almost 5 years and we pretty much email each other every single day. So yay for besties!

Dump #3… maybe
I was going to talk about the third time I was friend dumped, which was recently, but I’m not actually sure if I was dumped or not. It could have been a mutual breakup. Or we could find our way back into a friendship at some point in the future. I guess we’re just at different phases in our lives right now and what I have to offer her isn’t enough.

When you deal with the actual loss of a friend, it really makes you wonder whether stupid petty disagreements are worth it. So, I’ll keep that door open and if at some point she feels like walking through it, I’ll be here.

So how about you – have you gone through a Friend Break Up? Were you the dumper or dumpee?

Our Family Summer Sand Bucket List

29 Jun

summer picIt seems like the summer goes by so quickly – you blink and BOOM it’s July. In fact, it will actually BE July in just a couple of days and I feel like it was just March?!

In order to help our family enjoy the season a little more, I’ve decided we needed a summer sand bucket list!

Our Family Summer Sand Bucket List:

  • Eat a sno-cone
  • Catch lightening bugs
  • Splash around in a pool
  • Watch fireworks
  • Roast marshmallows over a bonfire
  • Make a sand castle
  • Enjoy an ice cream cone WITH SPRINKLES
  • Have a picnic outside
  • See a movie in a super cold air conditioned theater
  • Have a crab feast

Does your family make a bucket list of fun things you want to make sure to do over the summer? Is there something I’m missing?

This post was created in connection with my appointment as an Ambassador in the Breyers Blogger Program. Visit to join the conversation.

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