Christmas Eve Miracles Happen!!!

This is my second year participating in a fun little exchange on the Dachsie forum I belong to.   Who knew ... that this year would be an incredible year for someone so small as Shiloh ...

In his sockie from his SSP person he found many neat things.   Treats, a Candy cane toy, an Elmer Fudd Flapjack hat made by the wonderful Kalyxcraftopia fairy ...

His hat..




But wait .. there was something more.. something special ...


Low and behold... his SSP had done the unimaginable..  All we had to do was chose a color.


I CAN SEEEEEEEE

Yippy Skippy!

I'm tired .... it's been a long day of having fun with my Mommy...  We were at our last thrifty store when I found the Candy cane arch of my dreams and she got it for me.  Merry Christmas that's your prezzie she said if I wanted it that badly.   Yes indeedy do!!!

So ... being exhausted.. what was the first thing I did when I got home?   Kicked off my good shoes.. yes.. stuffed on my crappy ol flip flops.. yes.. trudged outside and erected her in all her glorious goodness.

I'm purring...   : )

Me so wuvs Christmas time.  Hope the neighbors catch onto my thrill and put some lightage up too.  Ol' fuddy duds.  : )

<-=! Happy Thanksgiving !=->

As I sit here I think about the many things that I am thankful for. 

At the moment it's patience with my hubby because sometimes men can be so ignorant about the time it takes to prepare something that will last all of perhaps 30 minutes.   Men ... so blissfully unaware of what goes on within their own homes.  Sometimes, it truly amazes me.

So .. I thought .. why not take a few tidy'd up before's.   Because the afters will be a mess that woman have been dealing with since the "dawn" of Thanksgiving.




I have a wee thing for glass and candle holders.


The dishes belonged to my Grandma and I was fortunate enough to be given them when she was still living in Oregon.  It's very rare that they come out.  I'm terrified they will get a chip or even worse. It would be one more bit of once was gone.  But Holidays make me braver and make me want to use the pretty stuff.  No Corelle tomorrow.   : )

Amaryllis

Each year I walk past the bulbs in a box wanting one but never getting one.  I could never figure out the connection to this want until finally breaking down, buying one and bringing it home.   It sat on my counter for a couple of days while I contemplated the draw I had to this particular flower.  It dawned on me and I made a call to my Mom.   She confirmed that it was something she and Dad bought as a gift for my Grandpa who loved flowers and all things gardening dearly.   "What color did you get for him?"   .... "Oh.. the red one"  we chatted some more and then hung up.

I felt a little bit choked up as I thought about the Red Lion bulb that sat on my counter.  

This year will be the first year without my Grandpa.  His passing in September is still all to fresh in my mind and his presence is missed greatly.   But I find a little bit of comfort looking at my little wee bulb in it's pot and it reminds me of what an amazing love for life my Grandpa had. 

It's going to be my tradition now.  To get a red bulb every single year.  To remember him, to honor him and just to enjoy because they are so darned pretty when they bloom!

wee little heads

When asked for help on head sizes I jumped at the opportunity to do something more useful than gawk at Facebook.  There is nothing I like better than lending a helping hand.. or in this case measuring Dachsie noodles.  I whipped out the tape, got the camera ready and plopped to the floor calling them to me.

The following is a short summary of reactions to the tape. 

Molly .. the bravest of the brave always comes to me first thinking there is something to be had.
She sat for the pose quaking in her little space booties.  Something about the mean ol' yellow tape didn't agree with her.  Treat Coaxing and *flash*



Shiloh .. There I was thinking he would be easy as pie.  He's blind, he can't run. Ha it's made in the shade.  Well there is a little something that Shiloh does when he gets near you.  The tongue comes out, the nose comes up sniffin the air and he makes the cutest little whining sounds.  Yesh yessssshh love me now please yesh loves?  After a few minutes of vigorous loves to get him calmed down enough he was wrapped in tape. *flash*


Kai .. Good grief ..  Speaking of noodle the moment I wrapped it around his eager head he would flop to the floor like a limp rag with his head to the side.  Like nooo .. me so shy!  Argh .. Once again a bit of treat coaxing .. *flash* 

BeBe ... the wimpiest of my 4 too his taping like a hardened veteran.  Just sat there and pretty much said .. ok just do it .. but I get a treat for this you know.  *flash*

Make Room for Me!!!

Boredom often facilitates a drive north to go walk through the Antique stores.  Usually..  there isn't a single thing I could touch price wise but I love to look.  It's fun to see "new" old things and imagine where they once lived in someone's home.  Was it a gift from Grandma, Auntie or Mom?  Was the piece something special?  Was it handed down  ... or was it something they found that gave them a moment of pure Squeeeee at finding it.  

But ... sometimes I find something within my price range and it's a squeee moment.  Pure joy at knowing I can scoop something up and actually take it home with me.  A new home, a new treasure to love.   All mine mine mine.

So .. my latest..  $8.50,  double sided taped onto a bit of cardboard.  I nearly walked past it but upon closer inspection.  Oh my .. Oh yes.. It was a Momma Ween and her 4 babies.





Now... I just have to figure out how to make her a little mini nest so she can nurse her puppies in comfort instead of being stuck to that bit of cardboard.   ;)

Mommi isn't funi!

Ok .. BeBe here... Mommi is in wun of her moods..

First she stufz somfin up da hat den she stufz it onto my head.


Now mindz yu I wuz fines wif dat and den she staawted giggwing.

Lookz wut she didz to me. Dats juz imhoomane! She sez itz my Crismus nail cwipin mzzl. WUDEEEEE!!!!


halp .. my Mommi is juz nutz!

Oh and in picture 2 ... Daddi is sitting behind me.  He didn't halp me eber.  WUDE!!!

Nose..

yes ... others take pictures of tails, ears or paws...

Myself..  I'm in love with his nose...

To Squee ... or not to Squee ...

Oh today ... I so squee'd... like a little girl the moment I wandered into the Florence Humane Society's Christmas Store they set up for approx 20 days each November.  A visual orgasm of sorts if you will.  I was tickled beyond belief.  I do LOVE Christmas something fierce.  There isn't anything better than a granny apron, baking, the house glistening from tippity top to bottom with ornaments, tinsel and twinkling lights along with the sound of good old Bing Crosby casting his spell with a tune or two..

Emma toddling behind saying Kismas, Santa ooooohhhh lookie and me just bug eyed at all the lovely eye candy galore just waiting for me to gobble it up.

To the back of the store I went where the lovely ziplock bags of ornaments lay waiting like innocent prey.. All priced $1.00 each I went through each and everyone scrutinizing the goodies within until I found something well worth over a dollar.   In the end the entire table you're about to view was less than 20 dollars and I am one HAPPY "little" girl.   :)


How could one not Squee over such a joyful load of vintage "Kismas" goodies?


I found 2 of these...  oh double squeeeeee


Be still my heart.. Ok so I paid 5 bucks for the box but it was so totally worth it.


Ahhhh even the boxes make me happy.  ( colored old glass bulbs within.. nothing fancy but still something to cherish )


Plastic Icicles.  I love the no melt kind!


I was utterly in heaven just looking at my goodies... Who needs chocolate when you have "Kismas" eh?


A gorgeous larger indent still intact with original flocking.  :)


Santa.. in his sleigh .. the best part was upon closer inspection of the tiny packages ... vintage Christmas paper.  SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEE



Now tell me ..  who wouldn't be happy looking at such cheerful things?

Shiloh gives this a lip licking approval! ( ok so I cheated and he just had din din... )

Coolness is....

finding another neat vintage treasure....

Points for A. Being vintage and B.  Having kitties on it.  My passion!  ( yeah the Dachsie's came second in my life ... )

Intact no less.
I was .. tickled.   A total squeeeee moment if ever.  : )

BESTMAID 

Needles

"115 assorted gold and silver eye needles with threader"

Brazen Dachsie!

Zoe says... "Mom .. should I give her a swat..."
I said "why?"
She points.. towards the litter box, which from where I sit.. I can not see.
I said .. "who's in there?"  feeling mildly alarmed.. am I that focused at gawking at the internet that I did not see Emma get into it or something ... starting to turn and get up at this point.
She said "Molly is..."
I said "IN THE BOX??????"
"Yep!"

I get up slowly and there is Molly rooting in the kitty skitty box.  The wrath of hell was unleashed with lots of verbal NO NO NO YUCK DAMMIT YUCK.  I figured chasing her with the broom was a better idea than swatting.

No Dachsie's in this story were harmed.

But .. I really thought about it this time.   Actually IN THE BOX?   OMG Yucko!

Worded Wednesday

There is a special friend in this world .... well I'd like to consider her my friend and hope she thinks the same.. 

I wanted to give public thanks, a plug at her awesome creations if you will and kudos to the wonderful lady that has the greatest little Dachsie in my book ( besides my own bratlings ) Baxter's Momma!!  Without her I wouldn't have something so precious to me.  

With a little note ... more of a question..  she helped turn a hope into reality for me. 

I "borrowed" this photo to share here as it's not my own personal picture.  I wanted to be a bit sneaky and not have to blab why I wanted to borrow it.  I think she will understand.   : )

My lovely Tigger tag on.   Happiness is .. good memories.

I think she should know that each time I look at it .. I do smile and it makes me think of the care and effort put into creating it.  Which to me speaks volumes and I appreciate the time taken to create it. 

Thank you!!!

If you're seeking something original, unique and hand made please check out Kalyxcraftopia on Etsy.  I believe .. you wont regret it!  :)

Sparkly

Nothing makes my day any better than when I find a vintage treasure for less than 5 bucks. 

Prisms via eBay ... $4.99  yay for e-bucks.
Small vanity mirror from ... hmms.. I can't recall.. but it was also ... $4.99.
Glass floral frogs ranging from .99 to $3.99

Together as a centerpiece for my table.  Happiness is.. good things.  :)





The prisms will soon become the end of beaded sun catchers that will grace the windows along with my other beaded sun catcher creations.   But for now I like them sitting.. as is .. stuffed into the floral frogs.  :)

So sparkly.

It's been a while..

I have decided to open my notes up to more than just my Doxie's.  What.. there is more than Doxie's you say?  Oh yes..  there is more.. Not much .. but yes more.  I have cats too.  A massive love of vintage items and daily gripes that sometimes just need to be let loose.   There will be a little bit of re-decorating my little nook of the blog o'sphere as well. But that will come later.. when I have more patience and can figure out just what it is I want.   I am far from perfect so sometimes there might be a rating posted within the title to let you know if it's NSFW ( Not safe for work ) or PG13 when I am feeling the need to blow off steam.   It amazes me that anyone would want to read my mindless jibberish but hell if it makes you smile, laugh or even think with a more open mind.  Then by all means.  Enjoy.  

It's been a while that I have posted here as I lost my precious Finn to a freak accident via Shiloh.  He blessed my life for a short time and was gone just like that.  I found it hard to talk happily about Doxies when one of them had made me so angry and for a time I couldn't fathom it.   No worries... I have come to the conclusion that because Shiloh is blind that it was total freak accident.  Nothing more .. or less. 

I have since been rather careful and have added a new kitty to the mix.  Her name is Tippi.  Tippi came via a good friend of mine who knew I needed a little furlove and needed one quick.  The loss of not only my Tigger but my Finn too .. it was too much to bare.  She is becoming quite the character and perfect couch snuggle companion after everyone including the Weens have gone to bed.  And just the other day on the 7th .... my 7th kitten entered my life.   Mew... named not only for a previous furlove long gone into heavens glory but for the insane howling I heard from the back of the house while sitting at my computer.   A tiny wee thing.  Flea bitten, starving and crying out for mercy.  Or at least some nibblies and some lovin.   I had both to give... Oh and a good bath too. 

So for now.. that's that.. and a copy n pasted posting from a different blog I was just playing on but a posting I wanted to keep before I deleted the other blog. 

The Funeral home one was worth carrying over to this one.

Bonding

BeBe sez: 

Mommi... I told him dats just WONG 

Kai .. the Ambassador of the house.   Lover of all things big and small. 

Kai:

Whut.. he wuz wonewee

Finnegan

On the ride home in a doggy bed my heart had less of a hole left in it as I looked at you laying there so soft, ginger and inviting touch, tickles and kisses. 

I felt very unsure about how my heart would deal with this little marmalade boy as he is so close to my heart baby Tigger in looks but then his eyes closed and for me that meant forever because he felt secure.

So relaxed you were my heart melted.  You are mine for I am yours.

When I look at you sometimes I cry.  Not for bad reasons.  You just remind me so much of my Mr. P.  I loved him dearly and seeing a small likeness of him makes me happy and helps me remember what once was a bit more clearly.   You wont replace him but you will help make my world a much happier place.  

Finnegan ... Gotcha Day 8/17/2010
Cost:   Free
Worth:  Priceless

Blog Hopping

So I happened upon a blog that was doing it and thought I'd give it a go.  Hrmms.. interesting links to check out now.  :) 

Kaisan

At 8 months Kai is becoming quite the handsome little fellow.  

Likes:   
Squeaky balls.  Nibblies of all kinds.  To give upper lip nose press kisses.  

Dislikes:
Molly bossing him around.  Mommy taking the ball away at bed time. Anyone else getting more attention than him.   Percival, our elder evil kitty.  


Nicknames:
KaiKai, Kaisan,  Squeaky Toy Boy, Choki Nom Noms ( he will be embarrassed Mommy shared that one ) 


Successes: 
No longer peeing in the crate.  Walks on a leash like a pro now.  Stays. Off.


Mommy's trials:
Mad humper and kitty food lover.  We're working on both.  

Why? Totally non-dach related.

Do you ever have days where you just wonder .... why?
I think this is the wonder why year for me.

So perhaps this isn't for the faint of heart and not for Dachsie eyes.  Read on if you feel the need to wonder why too.  

I wonder why people are just so rude.  Has common decency and values gone out the window?

I wonder why it is .. that when you know something verbatim, by the book, backwards and forwards, someone will just give you excuses of why something being done or said is "really" ok.   Are some people just simply that clueless that they don't care and have to continue doing something ass backwards to prove a point.  

I wonder why people feel the need to live in a HUGE house beyond what they truly need and then they piss and moan about how expensive it is and how oh my goodness I don't think we can afford it.   Um ... really?  Did you do the math part about how you make X, the house costs X, the insurance and taxes cost X?   Why should we bail your pathetic asses out.  Riddle me this.  

I wonder why people eat themselves into utter "fat" and then complain that it's the foods fault.  No it's not the food that made you fat, made you ill, made you get diabetes.  It's your lack of self control.

I wonder why people always feel the need to talk trash about their supposedly good friends.   I don't really care to know who's doing what with who.  It's really none of my concern. 

I wonder why people dump their pets on craigslist, kijiji, in the woods, at shelters and so on.  I can understand an act of God, losing a job to the point of being destitute and needing to rehome because you truly love them and want them to have better than you can give them ... But to say .. a baby is on the way,  we don't have time and so on.  Get real.  You're just pathetic lazy people who should have never brought a pet home in the first place.

I wonder why people call at the last moment and "hope" you will drop everything to visit with them.  If you're not not my parents or Jesus it's not going to happen. 

I wonder why it's ok to dump the elderly into a home and forget about them.  I see this all too often with the line of work I am in.  No family there in the end or several 100's of miles away.  WTF.  These people LOVED YOU, CARED FOR YOU and most likely HELPED RAISE YOU.   They die alone and unwanted. WHY?

I wonder why parents just can't tell their kids NO when they are in the store, in a restaurant, wherever...    How hard is it to be a parent, act like a parent and say no.  You're the adult.. Not them.    This one amazes me. 

I wonder WHY there are fat kids?    WTH!  I see so many parents in the stores putting crap into their carts geared towards children.   It's CRAP.   Do you want your kids to have a heart attack, diabetes, gal-bladder disease and so on?  You're laying the foundation for it right now.  If you love them ... make em eat their veggies!

Oh and to the lady who lets her Pug shit in the yard across the street and doesn't pick it up.  I know you will never see this but I KNOW you know it's wrong because when the "snow birds" come back to visit their home suddenly we don't see you and Princess poops alot leaving turds behind. 

So ... I admit it.. right now I'm having a serious wonder why year.   I'm an angry little wonder why'er tonight. 

Caught ....

Excuse the darkness in the beginning.  I was hunting zoomies, mad zoomies to be exact.

Dinnertime & the Weens: A wordless Wednesday

Thank you to our Wonderful Auntie Irma

Today the weens received a special box.


It sat on the kitchen table until Daddy Ween got home so he could enjoy it too.
It tormented Momma Ween.




But in the end we decided Shiloh should model with the goodies. He's a happy little man.


Then we heard complaining from the group ... so we group posed.

One of these Weens is not like the other "sings" It cracked me up so I had to share.


wrapped up in his Rescue blankie. LOVE IT!


Kai ... approves of this message.


A video of Shiloh posing with his goodies and more.



We want to thank you for everything.
You totally made the tails wag, the kidos smile and us too!!!
( ok and me cry but it was a happy cry ) It's rare we see a box come our way so when one does it's pretty exciting for everyone.
Shiloh really loves his blankies, treats and even took an interest in the star. YAY that's a first. Kai was right there the moment he found out there were Squeaky toys to be had. He's the squeaky toy boy for sure. There was some tug o war over the hotdogs too. Too funny!


  Please ignore the chubby chick. She's my stunt double. HA!