Who's Your Momma?!

Who mowed her own lawn?? WHO DID? WHO DID??

KAT DID!



And she's a little proud of herself!

(Special thanks to Adam and Bob for their help and encouragement!)

And to Tuggles, for hanging out with me, keeping me company.

Who needs cable T.V.?!?

Cutie-Boots!

I just had to show off some of my daughter's recent pics, since I think she was feeling a little left out after all the attention I shower on her brother Tuggles... so here's

a little shout-out to Maggie-May!

You wouldn't think it was funny if it was YOUR house!

Ok... so picture this...

I am sitting at my breakfast bar, enjoying breakfast, reading "Rolling Stone" and drinking coffee when... I notice something MOVING out of the corner of my eye. MOVING. Yeah, creepy. There is a little party/gaggle/herd of ANTS on the floor. IN. MY. HOUSE. I get up to investigate, and notice there is party-train of ants coming from my laundry room. What could they POSSIBLY want in my laundry room?? Dryer sheets? Do ants suffer from static cling?

I immediately pick up Tuggles and my cell phone and run to the bedroom. Huddled on the bed, I call my friend Adam for support. Hmm. Maybe my coffee hadn't kicked in yet? Wrong move. His response was NOT the one I was looking for. What I WANTED to hear was, "Just curl up in a little ball, go to sleep, and when you wake up, the problem will be magically resolved!" Yeah, not quite. NOW I get the pleasure of wandering around a local home improvement store with a stupid look on my face, reading the back of a million ant poisons, trying to find the one LEAST likely to give my precious dog a tummy ache.

Yes, I haven't failed to note that a "real" dog might take of my ant-problem FOR me. Or at least hoover up any stray crumbs, so the problem didn't occur in the first place. Tuggles isn't spoiled... we prefer the word "indulged."

The good news is my yard is starting to blossom. I have daffodils, and at least three trees have flowered! If it's so lush and restful, wouldn't you think the ants would prefer to remain OUTSIDE??

Sympathy?? ANYONE?!!!?

What's kinda funny is that in the Peace Corps, I was under attack from all kinds of nasty little critters. So why do a couple of ants bug me? (Pardon the pun!) Once my ex and I had house guests from Belize City, and they woke up in the middle of the night in a panic! A line of army ants had decided to march through our house, and our guest bed was in their way! Army ants are big, and they bite! All we could do was help our friends brush the ants out of their clothing and hair, watch their progress out the nearest window, and go back to bed!

Good times, good times!