Snow dogs!

 Oscar was born in Iowa and spent half of his life in Chicago.
Lucy was born somewhere? And has lived in West Virginia and then northern Virginia with me for most of her life.
One would think that Chicago dog would be more adapt to the snow. Nope. No way. No how.
Osc HATES snow. He still goes outside to do his business, but does it as SOON as he steps out the door, even if that means going on the porch or on the bottom step with two legs on the ground and his back legs still firmly planted on the step.
Lucy LOVES snow. She goes out and sniffs it and eats big mouthfuls of it, rolls around, makes a high mess of herself. She gives no fucks but refuses to pee outside if it rains.
Crazy snow dogs. Who would have thought?

Life lately...

Itching for new ink...

Happy Valentine's Day!

This is what any smart man in America does.
With four kiddos and two dogs in the house, I'm fortunate enough that my valentine let me sleep in until 11 (after we got up and gave the heard their valentines bags to read/play with/eat candy for breakfast and generally be a tiny bit quieter than normal)

Yup...

Moving day...

I told ya'll that there were changes coming down the pipe for February. 

I wasn't kidding.

With the support of my family and friends and amazing boyfriend, I made the choice to get the hell out of the situation I was in with some pretty selfish, loud, obnoxious, ridiculous room mates from hell and do what was best for ME for a change.

I've moved five times in four years, and the weather has been extreme during every one of them...either snow or blazing heat. This time was no different. Although it wasn't actually snowing, there was still almost two feet of snow on most of the driveway and it was *just* warm enough to turn everything into mud and mess. 

I didn't care though. I can honestly say that this was the EASIEST move by far. Not physically, that's for sure. I helped Steven move each and every piece of furniture out if my home, and carried half of the house to and from the moving truck, but emotionally and mentally, this move was easy.

It was an EASY decision to move. It was a happy move. I knew I was moving to be in a happier place and to accomplish big things (school in the fall, new job, be with the man I love, etc.) 

I've only ever lived with a boyfriend (and a husband at one point...) a few times in my life and each time during the moving process, we have nearly killed each other or gotten into a knock down, drag out fight over something from being frustrated and/or sheer exhaustion. 

Not this time, and that's part of the reason that I know this is the right decision for myself and my dogs and my future. 

Even if Steven DID manage to drop every single pair of my clean underwear into the mud/snow...we had a good laugh about it and moved on.

Onward and upward. I'm so excited about the good things to come and Oscar and Lucy are so so so very happy here and so is their momma 😉