Oh Sunny Day!

2 years ago today, I woke up around 7:30am to the lovely sound of Sarah's cell phone alarm going off. My intention was to TRY to sleep in until 9, but we were sharing a hotel room and Sarah was ignoring the alarm - leaving it up to me to search for her phone and figure out how to turn it off. It was my wedding day, and there was no chance I was falling back to sleep. It turned out that I had forgotten to finish putting together the ceremony programs - so the extra time was actually a good thing (thanks Sassy). July 29th has notoriously been a hot and sunny day in Seattle. It had been like 20 or so years since it rained - which is in part why we chose it. On this day, it was overcast and threatened rain. Luckily it didn't and after a whirlwind of a day, around 6:12pm, I officially became a Thompson.

1 year ago today, I woke up on the floor of our new house. We had just moved in the day before and everything we owned (which at the time was not much) was scattered everywhere. We spent the entire day in sweats, unshowered, painting the walls and ceiling of our new home. We laughed at the difference between how fancied up we were one year before - compared to how dirty and stinky we were on this day. Around 6:12pm, we poured some wine into two plastic cups and toasted to our year as a married couple. Outside, it was overcast and raining.

Today I woke up to my alarm going off at 5:20am. I snoozed until almost 6. I'm at work now- but clearly not working. I look forward to a nice evening at home with my husband of 2 years. We're not going to do much of anything special - but the past 2 years have given us a LOT of something special... so today we'll probably just appreciate it all :) Outside it's gray and raining.

Sorry Seattle, it looks like we jinxed July 29th. But I can't say I regret it!!

Dog Blog

So I don't have any meaningful experiences to share yet... but I just know there are some pending for a later date. Until they arrive, how about some Steve stories? Sarah told me I had to write another blog... it's not my fault.

Here are 3 stories that come to mind. They're sorta funny, sorta gross, and sorta dumb... but that's Steve for ya!

Too Many Dogs in the Kitchen

While we're away at work, Steve hangs out in our kitchen. We're still not sure we can trust him with full run of the house. It's not uncommon for me to come home and find something (a tupperware bowl, a dishtowel, sections of the floor...) chewed into smithereens and scattered all over the kitchen. So when I walked in to find a plastic bag ripped to pieces the other day, I just assumed he remembered how to nose up the lid to our garbage and find a "toy." Later that evening, after Steve had his dinner and we were all sitting around watching TV, he began whining and was acting really strange. Finally, he got up and BARFED the biggest pile of undigested food I've ever seen! After he did this 3 or 4 more times we started getting concerned. Then I remembered the plastic bag - a scrap of which said "Hot dog Buns." I asked Mike if he happened to leave a bag of buns on the counter and, sure enough, he had. A FULL bag. No wonder he puked.

Vanity Can Smack You in the Head

Steve is fully aware of how pretty he is. The location of his bed provides an unobstructed view of the full length mirror down the hall. Sometimes he'll lay there and gaze at his beautiful reflection - or walk down the hall for a closer look (leaving wet nose smudges all over it as proof). One day, while on a walk around our neighborhood, we passed a shiny black car parked on the side of the road. Steve noticed his handsome reflection on the side of it, and watched in awe as he trotted by. So captivated by the view, he neglected to watch where he was going and ran straight into a tree! I couldn't help but laugh out loud at the clumsy dork... he was obviously very embarrassed.

Don't Fence Me In

It's been about a year since we moved into our house - and it took almost that long to build the fence in our backyard for Stevie to play in. We imagined he would be eternally grateful for the leash-free romping room it would provide. Not to mention Mike's and my freedom from always having to take him on walks. However, as it turns out, he DOES love the backyard... as long as we hang with him. Expect him to stay back there by himself?? Never. At least not until we fill some gaps.

Well there you have it. It may not be meaningful but hey, it's a blog!