Creepy Crawlies

First it started with moles, then lots of bird crap. After that came the box beetles, then the enormous spider crickets. Last week the cicadas started flying and then this guy comes out . . .



I REALLY hope thats the extent of the creepy crawlies around here.

Lola is a 3 year old . . . plus 18 years.

Can you tell she annoys me? Especially after she turns 3. Happy birthday Lola stinky Doodle. I hope you enjoyed that breadstick that fell on the floor. You ran off with it like you had just found the best bone in the neighborhood and had to find the world's best hiding place—in my couch. Sigh . . .





Stay awake out there. I know my blog has been exhausting lately. I promise I will have some new and exciting pics coming soon! Also, if you have any ideas, throw them my way. I am wanting to take one day out of the week and dedicate it to a certain topic. What do you think it should be? Ten things I love? This weeks favorite songs? Favorite something? Bring me some ideas my wonderful peeps!

For the Love of Boxers

Lola drives us crazy, but there is something about a boxer that is so captivating. The just grab your heart in the midst of their destructive behavior and bad gas, and pull you into to a lifetime of love for their breed. I want another one badly. I'm just posting this picture because I'm pining for another precious little pup. I saw this puppy at the Farmers Market a few weeks ago and I haven't stopped thinking about her. Sadly, over $100 a month in pet food just isn't in our budget, so I will just have to keep pining for those cute puppy kisses.

I Love Animals

Hmm . . . I love animals Friday? I could do that. This here is Mallie, the coolest trick doing dog I have ever met. She will do almost whatever you tell her to do. I'm completely amazed at dogs who can put a treat or some other thing on their heads and noses and not budge. Very kewl. Lola gets frustrated, jerks her head out of the way and looks at you from the corner of her eye. It's quite the creepy look actually. Mallie's pretty awesome, but then again she was sent to doggie boot camp. That's one heck of a boot camp.
Oh yeah, tell me what you think of the new logo idea I have going! I could really use your feedback all.

Fun Little Q&A

Just a little Q&A for fun:

1. What is your current obsession?
right now my obsession is the "I can't get enough" playlist that I created on iTunes. All of my favorites songs right now. I've been listening to it for over a month and I'm not sick of it yet.

2. What is your favorite color to wear?
ummm . . . are dresses a color?

3. Puppies or Kittens?
duh . . . kittens

4. What's your favorite thing to get in a food court?
if there is a good cookies store, then it has to be a good chocolate chip cookie . . . YUM Frickin YUM!

5. What is your favorite flower?
definitely daisies. They aren't poisonous to my animals and they last forever!

6. What is one of your biggest dreams?
to be my own boss. I want to open up a business called LeleGreen Creative where I can sell my photography and other creative tidbits.

7. What is your favorite dish that your mom makes?
gotta be her tacos and tortilla soup.

8. Do you have a girl crush? Someone inspiring?
Zooey Deschanel. She is just so adorable and there's something fun and quirky about her.

9. What was your favorite toy as a kid?
i loved Rainbow Bright!!

10. What is your favorite ice cream topping?
caramel. I love caramel on my ice cream. My nanny used to always have vanilla Purity and caramel topping.

11. If you could do anything today, what would you do? 
check off petting a tiger on my "Before the Fat Lady Sings" list . . . (SIGH)

Pupple Head

Just another day in the park for this cute little pup, who, by the way, isn't mine. He was just too cute to not get a shot.

The Whitakers

I took these last fall of my friends Mandy and Keith. Mandy had been begging me to take some pictures of her adorable dogs, Nina and Bella, for a while and we finally go around to it. You may have seen these before but, well you know the story. I'm having to slowly repost a few sessions that I lost on my old blog. Enjoy.

Bleu

This is what happens every time we change the sheets.

No Need for the SPCA

Oh, oh, my precious little Lola. My outrageously high energized boxer. She is a pain in our asses yet manages to put a huge smile on our faces. As we were watching 24 on Sunday, I guess she decided that she wasn't all that happy with how things were going. She just couldn't take the drama and it drove her to the bottle. Well, maybe she wasn't driven to the bottle by Jack Bower. She could have just been playing with my parents, who came by for the premiere, jumped up on them making my dad spill his wine and then without anyone looking, grabbed her a little nip from my mom's Budweiser.
No need to go calling the SPCA on me though, for the bottle was empty. That being said, it didn't stop her from wrapping her arms around the bottle, trying desperately to get that last drop. Like we need a drunk boxer running around our house. Could you imagine?! There would be nothing left of our house and both cats would be stuck to the ceiling.

I Entered a Photo Contest

Everyone, I entered a photo contest and to my disappointment, I have only been able to find one of the photos that I uploaded for the contest. Their organization is not all that great. The one photo that I can find is not the best one that I put up, but I will ask you to vote on it anyway. Here's the link: http://www.capitalonephotocontest.com/photogallery.aspx?tag=cat&Page=207 and you can vote every day up to 5 times. Help me out here. Much love!

Oh, here is the picture that was entered (that I can find). It's called Man's Best Friend.

Ninja Kitty?

My cat Bleu is all of about 9 pounds. She's all black with a little white on her chest and belly and is altogether just kind of tiny. She's so black that when she sleeps you can't make out any part of her face. It's kinda cool. A few months ago I started to think that we may have a ghost or something in the house. I kept hearing these footsteps. Footsteps that sounded as if they were coming from a child. They were quick and soft. I remember one night while I was in bed and I heard them. Totally scared the bejeezus ( how the hizzle do you spell that?) out of me and then Bleu jumped on the bed launching my heart into my chest. I was in denial for a moment, thinking there is no way that she could be that loud on the floor. My other cat is 16 pounds so how in the world do I not hear him coming? I went uncomfortably to sleep.
That next morning I woke up and heard it again and looked cautiously around the corner to see Bleu walking into the room as the footsteps followed the same steps that she took. My 9 pound cat has some super hard foot steps. It's funny to watch her walk. It helped me understand what the deal was. She sort of has a little bounce which obviously is what makes the noise. Sky, my 16 pounder, doesn't make the noise because he takes these ridiculously regal long strides. As if he is the most prized cat ever. He's quite stuck up.
Bleu must have come from ninja cats too. Not that she jumps up in the air and karate chops, or balances on one foot in the middle of the ocean on a post, but she knows a thing or two about pressure points. I swear if she were to sit on your neck for some crazy reason, the pressure she puts on your neck would certainly be sleeper hold worthy. I don't know how she does it. You would think it would be nice and cozy with her laying on your stomach with her meek 9 poundness, ( I think I just made up a word) until suddenly you feel like your rib is going to break. Then you look at her like "YOUR TRYING TO KILL ME" or "I DON'T NEED A BREAST REDUCTION" and she in turn gives you the quick twitch up of the head and slants her eyes as if to say "I've still got the touch. I could kill you with one quick turn of my paw. Muuuuuaaahahahahahaeow!."
Sky on the other hand doesn't have to do a thing but let his dead weight sit in the middle of you stomach and you quickly begin to turn purple. They are quite the talented duo. A fat cat who can't hear and acts like a prince and a black cat with ninja pressure point capabilities.

A Photo Inspiration

So, you guys do know that I have a photo blog too, right? Mark was looking at my pictures the other day and realized that no one has commented on any of my photos. Oh, well, it may be because I actually post them on facebook too and anyone who cares comments there. Speaking of photography, the picture that you see above is by one of my favorite photographers. Her name is Sharon Montrose. I have loved her work for years, not only for the simplicity of her prints but because, well of course the animals. She mainly has publications with animals, one of my favorites being Cationary.
I'm a complete and total cat lover. I have been since I was little. We have a dog too that we have to constantly discipline, but I can't help but let out a giant evil belly laugh when my cat, Sky, perches on the kitchen table, paw in the air ready to provoke her. Anyway, I'm trying to reach out to find some creative outlets and ideas of where I need to push to further my career or I guess skills. Sharon Montrose is one of the reasons that I ever picked up a camera. I'd like to sit in on a photo shoot with her and see how she gets all of these animals to sit still. I mean, really, how to you get a goat to pay attention to you?

Sky. Deaf, adorable, soft and very angry. Last november we brought home Lola. Another animal to add to all the stress that we were going through at the time. If any of you know cats, they are very independent and very hesitant to let something that barks, bites, pees and poops in their territory, much less let one of their own in without any harsh confrontation. Well sky was not happy. It seemed like it was going to take forever for him to lighten up and get the peg out of his ass and get along with Lola. Well just a few weeks before we took her to have her female parts removed, Sky seemed to have gotten used to the fact that he was going to have to live with this smelly, annoying pup. So for about 3 weeks, things were quite calm around the house. There were no bitch slaps from sky (no pun intended . . . well maybe), no panic attacks and no vampire hissing. Finally a little peace and quiet.

Well, I must have spoken to soon. We took Lola for her surgery wherein she had to spend the night in case of complications ( this does not make sense seeing that no one is there over night to check on her). When we brought her home, after only one night mind you, you would have thought that sky was fighting the devil. Bless his poor little naive skiddish heart. He actually thought after one night alone that he was rid of her. Ever since she has been back, Sky has gone from a nice smoothed out Q-tip to a gigantic dandelion like shape. I don't think I have walked by him once when his ears weren't laying back, his tail was 8 sizes to big and it looks like someone has styled his hair to permanently spike up. Poor little guy.

My visions of him and Lola cuddling on the couch are shattered. When Lola walks up to him he gives her the ghetto "AWWW GURL YOU BESS BE BACKINS UP. AWWW NO YOU DANT.!", then promptly gives her about 4 or 5 quick smacks in the face and a quick spitting hiss.

Minnie Diddles

This here is Minnie Diddles. Minnie is one of four pets belonging to my friend Seppie. Minnie is very hot headed and believes whole-heartedly that she could take down a great dane with on swift bite to the ankles. Last week I decided that I would take my camera along with me to Seppie's to take some pictures of her animal farm. Minnie stole the show. Bless her little adorable heart. She is such a good dog. Seppie and a few other culprits decided to raid Minnies clothes basket and try on every piece of doggie clothing she had; ranging from a lobster hat all the way to playboy bunny raincoats. I've never been one for putting clothes on animals, but I couldn't help indulging in a few laughs and some pictures. I can only assume that this picture reveals to us how exhausted the little playboy puppy was after clothes shopping and that she does a great impersonation of either Ren or Stimpy. She was such a good sport. We love you Diddle Bugs.

The Child

This here is me doggie . . . Lola. Mark has wanted a boxer ever since he could remember and he talked about them so much that they finally grew on me. Not to mention that his aunt has one and my friend Seppie and her mom have two that they used to bring to ball games that i fell in love with. Well I convinced him that lipstick hanging out of floppy skin was not my thing and that female dogs were more loyal and affectionate so we got Lola. A female. A female who bites, runs around the yard for 30 minutes before realizing that all your efforts to bring her in in the morning are not a game. A female who won't eat, whines, kicks around her kennel at 6:30 to let you know she is up. A female who tortures my poor little kitties and a female who noses through the trash and eats cat poop. A female who has yet to be loyal and is only affectionate when she is sleeping or you catch her in mid-pee. I have been warned that this will go on through at least the two year mark. Yay. If you could see me, you know that I feel like trying very hard to kick myself in my head with my own foot.

Although she puts us through torture, it has been quite the learning experience these last few months. I know that Mark is going to be the super paranoid one who won't change a diaper when we have a kid and that I will probably let my kid cry for 4 hours before I decide to pick them up or let them out to pee. I will give the kids a bath once a month while Mark just refuses to believe that his child is RANK! I will feed the child while Mark throws a fit because he has to use formula instead of my boob. Yes, yes I have learned all of this from having a puppy. We haven't even gotten to obedience training (i.e. pre-school) yet, but I'm almost positive that it will be a "well she's your daughter. She got the biting from you." Oh yes. Place the blame upon moi. Anyway. It does seem that a kid is a bit like a dog without the diapers, constant feeding and weight gain (unless you plan to breed). People say a dog is a good start before a kid. I personally think a dog is a great way to figure out how to kick yourself hard in the head.