Every year there seems to be a shade of pink in the Fall color palette.
Last year it was honeysuckle.
This year it's fuchsia.
I must say, I have been buying more pink lately, mostly because Ian loves when I wear it.
And because it's so girly.
And I like being girly.
And because it's in stores.
And I guess that means Ian's not the only one that likes it...
Ian and I originally wanted a mid-century modern house, and even though the house we bought now is somewhat retro, the architectural details make it feel a little more like a cottage.
We've finally bought all the paint for the exterior and plan to paint next week.
Can you guess what colors we chose?
I'l give you a hint:
(not sure where these came from since they were saved on my comp. if you want the creds lemme know).
I couldn't find a picture of exactly what we plan to do since I originally saw it in a vision (makes me sound crazy but ser ser) and then just googled "gray house white trim charcoal shutters turquoise door". We'll add our own image to google when we're done with this place.
Until then, we are painting our bedroom. Hopefully we'll be done with that by tonight!
Been a while since I participated in this. But it seems it's been a while since I've done anything on the blog realm. Enjoy my sessy pictures:
Waving fresh air into my face in effort to avoid nasty dead cat fumes...
This was also before we figured out what the mysterious odor was...
Gunner loves getting in the pictures...
Prob yelling at Gunner.
How does my husband manage to get such flattering shots of me?!
P.S. To all who were concerned about the dead cat's status, we immediately told our neighbors and they didn't seem too worried. We did watch their two dogs drag it off to the other side of the yard though. Kinda sad, but I really don't like cats.
You read right peoples, after many weeks of pet sitting and photo shoots on frills, Gunner is officially ours! It feels so good to have this four-legged addition in our family and in our home. I love when I get to work and find little white furs on my shirt… yes, I am that obsessed with him.
So here is the story.
Gunner (the dog) was our friend Tony’s dog. Last Thanksgiving Tony went to Haiti with Ian for a week and I got to watch Gunner. I guess that was when Gunner and I really started getting attached to each other since I was lonely and missing my honey, and Gunner not knowing where the heck he was/who he was with. Since that week, Ian and I would “pet sit” Gunner on our day off just for the fun of it, not because Tony was gone or anything. Kind of strange, I know.
>>FF >> to Thursday, August 25, 2011.
Tony texts me asking if I am still up for pet sitting Gunner September 1-11 and I reply with a “Def! Counting down the days!”
Tony says: “Hahaha. Cool. I’m out of town this weekend for a wedding. You wanna take him and just keep him? Like forever. Long term trial : )”
I say: “OH MY GOSH. Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh. YES!!! I was about to take a nap but now I won’t be able to sleep…I am so excited right now : ) : )”
We went and picked Gunner up that night. And his leash. And his dishes. And his food. And his bed. And his outdoor cushion. Just as Tony had instructed. And now Gunner lives with us! I think he likes it just as much as we do : )
So, here is what Gunner has been up to here at his new home:
Eating sour apples from the tree in the backyard:
When he's not eating the apples, he plays with them:
We thought he had fleas because he was itching a lot, so we started fresh with a flea bath and a new bed:
He's been in the car with us a lot, which means trying anything to get comfortable in the cramped backseat:
Actually, the new bed is so comfy that he doesn't mind resting his head on the coffee table:
He went to the beach with us this weekend and got sand in his nose:
And he got in the water, but he didn't really like it:
I felt like I was on America's Next Top Model when Ian was taking these pictures of me, remembering scenes where a model would complain about how cold the water was/how her makeup keeps getting in her eyes.
I wasn't complaining about any of those things though. No, I was complaining about how stinky it was where I was standing. See:
I didn't know what it was (well, I thought it was Gunner's poo because he always poos in that same spot), but I just wanted to get out of there really fast.
The next day, I'm sitting at the table eating lunch and admiring our beautifully unkempt backyard when I see Gunner digging under the fence--right where I was posing the day before...
Before I go out and yell at him, I stand up to get a closer look.
Now he's tugging...really hard.
I run out and whisper a scream (because the cable guy is in our living room and I don't want to freak him out. I could tell he was already having a rough day...)
But as I run over to pull Gunner away, I take a step back because...
Ugh. It was like I ran into a wall of stench.
I keep my feet at a distance, but I lean in as far as I can go without falling over to investigate what could possibly be hiding on the other side of the fence.
I see nothing. I hear nothing. But I still smell something.
I tip toe up a little closer and see a fat ball of black fur.
I run away literally ugly crying minus the tears.
Ian finally goes out to get a closer look and discovers the odorous black furry thing is the neighbors dead cat. And Gunner had been playing tug-o-war with it against the neighbor dogs.