Saturday, January 28, 2012

Lovin' the Sunshine

Havin' a good time in the sunshine!
Layin' out... Remember we live in SC. It is nice and sunny here today!

Mil staying by Mom's side.

Ohhhh.... warm up my belly, Mr. Sun.

This is the LIFE!

I LOVE laying out. Can't wait til summer!

Content. :)

How cute am I?!

hahah. Super cute!

Mil and Dad's sock.

This is our Doxie bench we got for Christmas! Gma got it for Mom and Dad... but we decided it's ours!

Back in the house... for a minute. We love days where we can run in and out and in and out!

Tuesday, January 24, 2012

Our Sunday

Our Dad is psychic. Do you know what that means? It means he can tell the future.

He TOLD Mom he knew that this would happen... but she didn't really listen.
Let me act it out for ya- And remember that Milly was the one this happened to.

So, Milly and I came out of the house and Mil headed under the deck like this.

And she disappeared. And Mom heard lots of deep growling and some shuffling around.
And Mom started yelling for Milly to come out! Mom remembered what Dad said---
That he thinks CATS sleep under there!!!

And out ran a cat! (I am now pretending to be the cat.)
But no Mil.
Mom kept looking for the Mil and calling her name.
And eventually she came out. She was very upset but not hurt at all. (Except maybe her ego! LOL)

Then I was HOT on the trail of this cat... that went over the fence. (Now I am being me.)

This is the deck that Mom and Dad are planning to tear out anyhow and Mom now says it needs to be SOON!

Here is Mil and her hurt ego.

She won't show her face.

She's upset. Pouting is not her best look.

Monday, January 23, 2012

Lily's Request

Lily did a post yesterday about her Mom's nicknames. We thought we'd join in on the fun!

Now, our Mom has tons of nicknames for us.
Shelby: Cobra, Cobe, Wobra, Wobe, CobeWobe, (and mostly) BeeBersonPerson or ShBeeBerson... the list goes on and on.
Milly: Mil girl, Mil girl Plop, MaMil, MiMa, MilMae, MilMae Plopper Pants, Mil Boot, Boot, SilMil, MilSil, MilMillerson... again, the list goes on and on.

And they wonder why we don't come when they call us "Milly" and "Shelby."

Anyhow, we have some nicknames for our pawrents, but we just have a few for each.
Mom: Mommerson, Mom Lom, Crazy Woman... we mostly called her Mommerson.
Dad: Dadderson, Wadderson, DadWad... we mostly call him Wadderson.

Guess we're not as creative as Mommerson and Wadderson. BOL!!!!!!!

Sunday, January 22, 2012

The Cake

So, our cookies were yummy... but the cake turned out AWFUL!!! Mom said it tasted like cornbread. It is not supposed to taste like that.

So, she made another one yesterday.

And it tasted like cornbread again.

Different recipe.

So, we're telling Mom she's not a baker and she should leave the baking to the people at Kroger. hahahaha!

Monday, January 16, 2012

Mom's Home

You know, Mom is a teacher. So she gets to stay home on the weekends and every now and then she gets a day off. Today was one of those days.

This is what she made for dad.

Here is me, Shelby, ending a yawn. "Where's MINE?!"

I give up.

Here's me... heard the timer and I know what that means!!!

Crunchy peanut butter cookies for ME (and Milly).

Sunday, January 15, 2012

We Prefer the "Nake"

Yeah yeah, Mom, we get it. You think these shirts are cute. 
We, however, prefer the "nake."
(As in, we like to run around butt-naked.)

Saturday, January 7, 2012

Our Flake of a Mom

We told you about this already, but two(ish) years ago our pawrents made a very flaky decision. Our pawrents decided to move to Florida. We lived in good ol' South Carolina then (and keep in mind we do now). We packed up all our junk, loaded the truck, and drove alllllllllllll the way to Jacksonville. We got there. Mom and Dad hated the house and the neighborhood...

Which actually brings us to another flaky story. Mom and Dad rented a house that they had NEVER seen in pawson before. Like, never. They'd seen pictures on the internet, but had never been there in pawson. Mom says that in their defense (like there could possibly be a defense for being flaky AND stupid) they didn't have much time to pack up, load up, travel, and unpack before Dad started his job. {Mom and Dad learned a valuable lesson that day- you cannot always trust photos!}

Anyhow, we drove all the way there. Took FOREVER. Turned around and drove all the way back. What a day. Goodness gracious, what a day!!

So, our Mom (and really Dad, too) is flaky because she (and Dad) made us move and then not move all in one day.

So much for the Sunshine State.

Wednesday, January 4, 2012

Our GMa is a Flake

So, Puddles reminded us of this story we heard once about our GMa (our Mom's Mom).

Ok. Now, keep in mind we live in SC and it is HOT in SC in the summer... like, real hot. Like, burn your paws on the cement at 6 am hot.

So, GMa had been watching tv and saw this Dateline (or some show like that) about what to do if you are kidnapped and locked in the trunk. Apparently you can (in some cars) unlock the trunk from the inside and open it and hop right on outta there.

Well, now, GMa had an SUV, so she tried this in Mom's car. She told our Mom to lock her in the trunk. (Yes, isn't this silly... and keep in mind it was HOT out there. Middle of the summer. Middle of the day. HOT.) So, Mom did like a good daughter would and GMa got in the trunk and Mom closed it.

Well, GMa flipped some lever in there. And.....

Well, it sure didn't unlock and open the trunk.

So, she tells Mom it didn't work and to open the trunk. Only now Mom can't open it. Mom is now panicking. She is telling GMa it won't open. GMa is now panicking because she is telling Mom it is HOT in there and she needs out NOW! Well, Mom can't figure out what to do. So, she tells GMa she is going to get the phone and call 911. GMa didn't like that. She said no and that would be embarrassing. So, Mom had the phone and called GPa. GPa said he didn't know what to do and what in the world was GMa doing in the trunk?

Anyhow, GMa kept on playing with the lever and eventually Mom was able to open it and GMa got out... All hot and sweaty, but alive.

So, our GMa is a Flake! She asked to be locked in a trunk. Who does that?

Tune in later for our report on Mom and her "Flake"iness.

Monday, January 2, 2012

Mom the Organizer

Mom and Dad made a new rule in our house: Don't put it down. Put it away.
They got this rule from the Better Homes and Gardens Magazine. Mom loves that magazine.

Anyhoo... Mom has been organizing because she says you can't really put things away until they have a place to go. We have been snoopervising!
This is the linen closet before Mom attacked it.

Here's me, the Mil, checking out Mom's progress.

Here's me, the Mil, licking the comforter. Tasty!

Here's the linen closet after Mom attacked it. (she also put labels on the shelves so Dad will not have any excuses! BOL!)

Here's me, the Shelby Cobra, snoopervising from a distance.

Here's Mom's craft area before she attacked it. YIKES!

Here is is now. Good job, Mom!

Mom made these crafty little things out of old spaghetti sauce jars.

Here's me, the Mil, approving of Mom's work from across the hall.

(Insert evil laugh) Wonder what I can make her do next???

Sunday, January 1, 2012

Happy New Year!

Happy New Year!
We're spending the day on the couch with Mom!

Also, Mom has a resolution and you can learn about it on her new blog by clicking HERE. Feel free to "follow" her if you're interested.

I'm off to nap after a night out in my red high heels. BOL!