Pets are People With Fur

I just received an email from my former boss. It was the saddest email I have ever read, it really tugged at my heart. It was a letter from a dog, telling about his life and how he accepted all the changes in the family, ie wife and kids, but how he was left out of family life more and more. In the end they put him in a shelter and he was put to sleep because they were moving to an apartment.

I don't mean to harp, but please do not have a pet, just to have a pet. They do have feelings and dogs especially, live to please you and to be part of a "pack". Many people asked me if I was going to allow the dogs near Georgia when she was born. Of course was my answer, why wouldn't I? My dogs, Aggie and Gus, were my first babies, I was miserable on my honeymoon because they weren't with us. I still worry about them when I am work, more so than I worry about Georgia. I guess because I know she is in good hands, and my doggies are at home by themselves.

Just remember pets should be part of your family and you accommodate them as you would any member of your family.

All Grown Up

With in the last year I have realized that I am an adult, all grown up. I have come to this realization because I work with 22 year old...she will be 23 tomorrow and she makes sure to tell me each month how many months and days left until her next birthday, it is quite cute. Ah, I remember counting the days til my next birthday. I don't really do that anymore, in fact for this past year I completely forgot that I had turned 31. People would ask how old I was and I would say 30, oops.
So as I talk with my co-worker each and every day on her love life and the cute new clothes she wearing I have come to realize I am all grown up. I am an adult. I am a mom. She talks about this guy or what she did last weekend, and I think back to when I was 22/23 and remember the feeling of freedom and fun. No cares in the world, very little responsibility. I miss that. Don't get me wrong when I was 25 I created a list with my friend Kinan on where I wanted to be when I was 30 and I have hit every goal. But now that I am home and in bed by 9:30pm everynight...yes even weekends, I haven't bought new clothes in two years and I am actually wearing a maternity top today and no I am not pregnant again, I have realized I am not hip and cute anymore, I am all grown up. I am an adult. I am a mom.

Family Photo

So it is Christmas Card time again, and I must say I am a little disappointed in the number of cards I have received so far. Would you like to know the count...1, that's right 1 Christmas Card....Does that mean that we have no friends? I know when you have a baby you tend to lose touch with people, but I am pretty sure I didn't alienate myself from the WHOLE WORLD.

Anyway, the fact that I have no cards was not the point of this blog. For our Christmas card we do a photo card. This year we went over whether or not to have a family photo, like years in the past, or to have a picture of just Georgia. Andy said, let's do the whole family...."Ok great, can you be home before 7:00pm one night so we can get a picture before Georgia goes to bed?" I asked and his reply was "no problem". Needless to say he has not been home before 9:00pm any night since wreath season. Therefore, two nights ago Georgia and I took our own family photo. I am thinking we will just draw a stick figure in for Andy. He was a bit appalled that we took a family photo with out him, but hey Christmas is in a week and here I am whining that I haven't received any cards, yet I haven't even taken our picture for our cards that still need to be made and sent out. I know...hypocrite.

My Precious Peach

Here is my baby girl on Halloween. She was a Georgia Peach. (Her name is Georgia, so we thought it would be fitting if she was peach.

That's it for today..short and sweet.