Our house has central air conditioning. Something I now vow to never live without. Okay, yes I grew up without it and my therapist assures me that I am just fine inspite of it, but sometimes I'm not so sure. When I moved out of my mother's house, into my first apartment, it had air. My life changed and I was introduced to one of the many levels I assume exists in heaven. Now I have lived without it since the first taste, my last house included, but now that we have it, ahhhh. We crank it all day and night. We like to have it so cold that we can sleep with down comforters and snuggle even when its 90+ degrees outside.
Having established this you can now understand the freak-out Kyle and I experienced when our upstairs unit crapped out on Sunday morning. The downstairs air was humming along just fine but when I went upstairs, after breakfast, I felt a wave of heat hit me like I was standing in front of a giant oven and someone just opened the door to check the turkey. Okay so that might be a slight exaggeration, but you get the picture.
Fast forward to Kyle outside standing by the unit, listening to the sounds it makes as I'm upstairs turning it on and off, running down to see what he says, then back up to turn it on and off again. The sad part of it was, it was not working. (Cue the tragic music) So what did we do? Why we did what any other rational, normal minded people would do. We grabbed our king size mattress off our bed and dragged it all the way downstairs to the family room. I mean, come on, the downstairs air is working and, God forbid, we have to sleep in the 'hot' part of the house. Oh and our stairs curve twice on the way down so bending that bad boy was FUN!
There we are on Sunday night, with Lucy happy as a clam, laying on our freshly made 'family room bed', in front of the couch. What better time to throw in a porno and rock out in front of the big screen eh? Just kidding, this is a family blog. tee hee
When I got home from work yesterday Lucy was lying on the bed and I just know she was thinking 'Finally Santa got my letters.' She didn't even bother to get up and greet me like she usually does. Oh no, she just lifted one eyelid and showed me her belly. I swear I think I heard her whisper "Hell to the Yes" under her breath, but I could be mistaken.
Someone is coming out to hopefully fix it today. The super sucky thing then will be having to negotiate the stupid mattress back upstairs to our room. Or maybe we'll just permanently leave it in the family room and tell our guests it's a new craze we read about in some exclusive Interior Design magazine.
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Monday, June 27, 2011
Another Lucy in The Car Disaster
Those of you who have frequented my blog have probably read the horrible 'Diarrhea in the car on the way to Winter Park' story, (my dog, not me). Well Kyle and I were lucky enough to experience a similar situation yet again. About an hour into our drive back from Santa Fe, two weekends ago, we stopped to grab some soda's and snacks at a gas station right off the highway. As usual, when we stop, we let Lucy out to run around and go potty. She did her business and gulped down her treats and some water so we were ready to go.
We were still sitting in the car, no driving or anything, when the dog started making those throat sounds a dog makes when it's about to barf. Those of you who have dogs know exactly the sound I am referring to. Those that don't are so very lucky, that's all I'm saying. On long drives we bring a pillow or her dog bed for her to lay on, on my lap, during the trip. So picture this; Kyle is in the drivers seat, I am in the passenger seat with this dog bed on my lap and my dog standing on it making those 'I'm about to puke noises'.
I turn to Kyle and say "Oh my god she's going to puke!!!!". We frantically look at eachother and all we can think to do is cup our hands together and hold them under her mouth. Yes, you read that right. The power of our two brains combined together came up with cupping our hands under her mouth. Not, hey I know, let's just open the car door and set her down outside. Nope, us geniuses just cupped our hands under her mouth perparing for the puke. Oh, and we were in our new car too, did I forget to mention that little tid bit?
Go us!!
So Lucy goes ahead and pukes and it runs, spoiler alert, it gets yucky from here, it runs all threw our hands and all down the crack between Kyle's seat and the arm rest, pools in the cup holder and gets all over her dog bed. Then it gets even better, Lucy lays down really quick to make sure and coat herself in the vomit. Damn it was awful. So we both freak out, trying to tell the doggy she's okay, and attempting to get her and the messy dog bed out of the car. Kyle ran inside and got a whole bunch of napkins and I grabbed the nearest thing I could to begin cleaining up.
We get everything cleaned up as good as we can but then here is the dilema. We are only about an hour into the 5 hour drive home. There is no way this dog will make it for 4 hours without something to lay on and our car is packed so tightly that there is no way to put her dog bed in the trunk. Here comes the lucky part for Kimmie-D. I got to sit the remainder of the drive home with her dog bed on my lap, covered in napkins, and my stinky doggy. Every time she adjusted her position the smell of warm vomit rose and fragranced the air all around her. I kept offering to switch with Kyle and drive but he kindly declined each time, the sweetie pie.
So there it is. I've been puked and covered in liquidial diarrhea by my little doggie twice in the car now. For super fun next blog maybe I'll tell you about the time Lucy puked on Kyle's chest in bed. That was a good one!!
We were still sitting in the car, no driving or anything, when the dog started making those throat sounds a dog makes when it's about to barf. Those of you who have dogs know exactly the sound I am referring to. Those that don't are so very lucky, that's all I'm saying. On long drives we bring a pillow or her dog bed for her to lay on, on my lap, during the trip. So picture this; Kyle is in the drivers seat, I am in the passenger seat with this dog bed on my lap and my dog standing on it making those 'I'm about to puke noises'.
I turn to Kyle and say "Oh my god she's going to puke!!!!". We frantically look at eachother and all we can think to do is cup our hands together and hold them under her mouth. Yes, you read that right. The power of our two brains combined together came up with cupping our hands under her mouth. Not, hey I know, let's just open the car door and set her down outside. Nope, us geniuses just cupped our hands under her mouth perparing for the puke. Oh, and we were in our new car too, did I forget to mention that little tid bit?
Go us!!
So Lucy goes ahead and pukes and it runs, spoiler alert, it gets yucky from here, it runs all threw our hands and all down the crack between Kyle's seat and the arm rest, pools in the cup holder and gets all over her dog bed. Then it gets even better, Lucy lays down really quick to make sure and coat herself in the vomit. Damn it was awful. So we both freak out, trying to tell the doggy she's okay, and attempting to get her and the messy dog bed out of the car. Kyle ran inside and got a whole bunch of napkins and I grabbed the nearest thing I could to begin cleaining up.
We get everything cleaned up as good as we can but then here is the dilema. We are only about an hour into the 5 hour drive home. There is no way this dog will make it for 4 hours without something to lay on and our car is packed so tightly that there is no way to put her dog bed in the trunk. Here comes the lucky part for Kimmie-D. I got to sit the remainder of the drive home with her dog bed on my lap, covered in napkins, and my stinky doggy. Every time she adjusted her position the smell of warm vomit rose and fragranced the air all around her. I kept offering to switch with Kyle and drive but he kindly declined each time, the sweetie pie.
So there it is. I've been puked and covered in liquidial diarrhea by my little doggie twice in the car now. For super fun next blog maybe I'll tell you about the time Lucy puked on Kyle's chest in bed. That was a good one!!
Friday, June 24, 2011
Santa Fe
My husband and I just returned from 7 glorious days in Santa Fe, New Mexico. This is a must see place for anyone who is into shopping, eating and just plain relaxing. We stayed at a wonderful hotel and spa and spent our days strolling through the local shops and eating on outside patios with beautiful vines and flowers and fountains, oh my!
We decided we liked the local art and culture so much we purchased a car load of stuff to bring home and decided we'd redecorate a couple of rooms in our house to make it ala' Santa Fe. So fun! The people there were so friendly. Every shop we went into we met the most kind and interesting shop owners. There is so much culture in that city it is just amazing. Plus we became quite good at bartering. There is an art to it and, if I do say so myself, we have really mastered getting just the right price. We even had one guy track us down at this outdoor market to finally let us have the price we wanted for some yard art. Go us!
One particular moment that made us laugh until we about peed ourselves was when we were having lunch at a little local Mexican restaurant. The waitress spoke with a very heavy accent and when she asked me to hand her the menus I, out of nowhere, replied "No Problemo!". Yes, me, super whitey with blond hair and a unique air of ditz said, "No Problemo". The look on my face as soon as I said it, and the look Kyle had on his face made us both laugh like it was the funniest thing in the world.
I guess the old saying goes....When in Rome.
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We decided we liked the local art and culture so much we purchased a car load of stuff to bring home and decided we'd redecorate a couple of rooms in our house to make it ala' Santa Fe. So fun! The people there were so friendly. Every shop we went into we met the most kind and interesting shop owners. There is so much culture in that city it is just amazing. Plus we became quite good at bartering. There is an art to it and, if I do say so myself, we have really mastered getting just the right price. We even had one guy track us down at this outdoor market to finally let us have the price we wanted for some yard art. Go us!
One particular moment that made us laugh until we about peed ourselves was when we were having lunch at a little local Mexican restaurant. The waitress spoke with a very heavy accent and when she asked me to hand her the menus I, out of nowhere, replied "No Problemo!". Yes, me, super whitey with blond hair and a unique air of ditz said, "No Problemo". The look on my face as soon as I said it, and the look Kyle had on his face made us both laugh like it was the funniest thing in the world.
I guess the old saying goes....When in Rome.
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