Brotherly Love

Look at these two adorable creatures.  This is Brighton when we first got him as a pup, and his brother Havoc.  Coincidentally, my sister Britney has Havoc.  In the beginning, Havoc lived with us for a couple weeks while Britney and her husband were moving into their new house.  As you can see, they got along quite nicely.  You can feel the love; that picture is dripping with tenderness, right?

Well, Havoc went home with Britney, and ever since then they have wanted nothing to do with each other.  Especially on Brighton's part.  We take them to the park together, and whenever Britney comes to our house she brings Havoc with her.  We force them to try to bond and spend time together, but they don't seem to care about the deep blood bond they share.

Britney (look how adorable she is, being all pregnant) has developed a therapy session, where she holds one in each arm and forces them to have some face to face time.  But, obviously they don't seem too into it.  Look at that blatant avoidance of eye contact.  It's just so sad to see a rift between brothers like that.

Although, we have made progress.  It used to be that whenever Havoc came over Brighton would beg to be held, and when I picked him up he would crawl up onto my shoulder and sit there in his shoulder sanctuary.  Now, he's willing to be left on the ground.

Perhaps one day we will find them cuddling again.

P.S.  If you have to ask yourself which one is Brighton, just find the cute one, and that'll be him.

Equal Opportunity Easter

I was at Target earlier, and saw this.  I just couldn't resist taking a picture.

I know those people in marketing were wondering if the Easter Bunny really relates to every child out there?  Apparently the answer was no, and it's a great comfort to know that they addressed the situation.

This new age Easter Bunny is hip, spits mad rhymes and will pop a cap in yo @$$ if you short him on his dime bag.

I'm down.

Promotion

I got a promotion at work!  It's actually kind of strange how it all happened.  I didn't apply for this new position, and I didn't ask for it.  Not that I'm complaining, 'cause I'm tickled pink.

I'm now a project manager in Marketing, and the beauty of it is that I'm still doing what I was doing before, but I'm able to expand my role and have more say in the direction my projects go.  I also will be assuming additional resonsibilities within the Marketing Department and creating new projects to better serve the company and customers.  Hurray for actually being able to make an impact.

It's so nice to have a change since I've been doing the same thing for a while.  It's also a little intimidating because with the added responsibility there is a little voice in the back of my head asking, "what if I suck?".  Also, my new desk is surrounded by the CEO and all the executives of the company.  My old desk was literally in a corner where no one could see me, and now I'm pretty much on display.

The good news is if the CEO picks his nose I can see it.

I've made it my life's goal to see it.

So here goes, I'm starting a big ol' adventure with a great opportunity.  Wish me luck!  I just may need it.

Turf Wars

I don't know about you guys, but in my house we have prime real estate.  There are wars waged on who gets this real estate.  Who uses the bathroom first, bed space and of course who gets the good seat in the living room are all up for grabs.

The war has gotten dirty.

We were getting ready to watch a movie, and whoever gets the good seat in the living room is usually based on first come first serve.  I happened to come first, so I served myself to the good seat.

Jordan opens the freezer and in utter panic exclaims, "Bre!  Look what's in the freezer!"

I join him at the freezer, but everything looks to be the same and I ask, "What?"

"Popsicles!"

I stand there confused, wondering why he would ask me to investigate the popsicles in the freezer while he literally struts over into the living rooms and sits in the good seat as if it were his throne.

I see what he did there.  I can even admire his tenacity.  A little bait and switch action, classic.

As I stand there with my arms folded he looks around and asks, "Where are my glasses?"

I just smile and point across the room where they sit on the entertainment center, and very much out of his reach.

The Elusive White Lion

Friday was Jordan's day off.  I guess he was bored 'cause I noticed that he started to drop files into my Dropbox.  I opened it up and saw that they were images of white lions.

Which, I think we can all agree, is pretty peculiar.  To say the least.

I texted that chap asking what the deal was with all the white lion pictures, and he just responded that he would show me when I get home.  This made me incredibly nervous, and I didn't see anything good coming out of him not being able to tell me why he was doing a little research on the subject of white lions.

Flash forward to me getting home.  I put my key into the lock, and I'm greeted to Brighton's barking.  This is completely normal.  Bella doesn't bark, but they both rush to the door to greet me and welcome me home from work.  I love this.  It's nice to know that there are creatures at home anxiously awaiting my return.

I wonder if I could request that Jordan bark when I get home?

So I open the door and there is Bella, spinning in backwards circles as she tends to do when she gets excited.  Then rushes towards me a creature that I am not sure how to process.  A million things run through my head as I try to comprehend what has happened.

It was a white lion.

Jordan proudly exclaimed "He's a lion!  Look how big his head looks on his little body!"

Later he asked if he could get some professional haircutting scissors since now he's a pro, and said that if I wanted he could make me look like a lion as well.

Mighty tempting.

Now he's thinking about cutting off his beard, but leaving a long goatee.  I'm thinking about hiding all the scissors.



Lord of Valentine's Day

Confession:  I'm kind of a nerd.  In High School I was pretty obsessed with Lord of the Rings.  For Valentine's Day I thought it would be fun to hand out little valentines to all my friends, since I hadn't done that since sixth grade.  And I knew without a shadow of doubt that I wanted to get Lord of the Rings valentines.  I skipped off to the store (let's not get literal) and looked for LoTR valentine cards.

There were all sorts of themes to be found, but no Lord of the Rings.

I was pissed to say the least.

I was a little embarrassed that no one had the foresight to create Lord of the Rings valentine cards, but I wasn't about to give up that easy.  I had a plan.  I would be making this cards.   And they were going to be fantastic.

All I needed was pictures from the movie and cheesy sayings (i.e. I choo-choo-choose you) to coincide with said pictures.  Me and my friend sat down and came up with the most ingenious valentine card sayings ever thought of this side of the Mississippi.  My friend put them together, and heaven help me if they weren't the coolest cards on any side of the Mississippi.

Cool enough that I couldn't bear to give them away.  And friends spent Valentine's Day sans 1 LoTR V-Day card.  I still have them in fact, and would like to share.  Also, if you hate Lord of the Rings you can't read.

If I had thought of this earlier I could have scanned these and you would be able to see them in their full glory, but please accept my apologies, and enjoy the sayings at least.

Far-a-mir satisfaction, be mine for Valentine's Day

Why don't you give smea-gol-little lovin'?

Your love comes in pints?  I'm getting one!

I would be quite Merry if you would be mine for Valentine's Day

Your love is quite Hobbit forming

You Took my heart away

Gimli a little kiss!

We likes your loves fresh . . .Raw & wriggly  (Although, now that I'm older that sounds incredibly wrong)

I'll never Lego-las . . . Happy Valentines Day

We've have one, yes. . . But what about a second kiss?

Be mine, my own, my preciousssssss

Well you need people of good looks for this Valentine's . . . Day . . .thing.

Urakai . . . Be my Valentine?!  (My personal favorite, and my mom actually came up with that one.  Iif you're having a hard time figuring it out, "Urakai" is supposed to sound like "you're a guy".  There, you're getting it now)

I'd be a Sar-u-man if you won't be my Valentine

Golly, I am literally blushing with how completely dorky I am.  But at the same time, I just can't regret these awesome cards.

Happy Valentine's Day all my lovely lovelies!

Respect the Do

Brighton has grown increasingly shaggy.  Due to a sufficient amount of procrastination, and a less sufficent amount of funds, we haven't gotten around to getting his hair cut.  Also, he's super cute when shabby.  I mean, shaggy.

The only thing I feel bad about is that his hair covers his eyes and I'm 82% confident he could be considered legally blind. I'm curious to see if I can get him a seeing eye dog, or if being a dog himself would be considered a conflict of interest.

He's also got fabulous comoflage.  I'm thinking about painting his nose white to complete the illusion.

To help him see we tried putting barrettes in to clip his hair back, but that just seemed like animal cruelty.  So we experimented and a suave little comb over did the trick to clear his eyes.

Also, he looks a little familiar.  Who does he remind me of?  Oh yes.

Practically twins. 

Comb over- check
Looks like an old man yet devilishly handsome- check
Scraggly facial hair- check
A stare that goes straight to your soul- check

Yes, a dead ringer.

And for those crazy nights at home, Brighton always has this look in his arsenal:

I think this look is actually a little slimming.  Also, it's straight up Gary Busey.

Or, if you would prefer:

Everyone loves the troll dolls, right?