My house is the opposite of a fat camp and thinking about boxer butts.

We didn’t leave the confines of our property boundaries this weekend. Not once. Coach spent most of his weekend in his office with me walking in occasionally and asking “are you getting in overtime?” I’m not complaining, he knows his place. *giggle*

A few months ago Coach was explaining to some acquaintances of ours that I have a blog and then he went on to explain that my blog is ‘all about butterflies’. I’m calling BS; I’ll NOT be labeled! Which is ironic since I’m in love with my label maker. I’m not gonna mention butterflies today!

But probably tomorrow….

On our way back home from GA on Thursday we stopped at Lolo and Nathans and picked up Max Max our grand-dog; he’s again in our custody. Lolo had to head back to school in VA on Saturday as they are now having class IN class. She was a bit excited (not to leave Nathan of course) because when she left her apartment and school in March, she thought she would be in Florida for a few weeks. Hello, first big surprise of 2020. She hardly brought anything with her. And she left eggs in her fridge. Do you think she’ll have chickens? I know, that’s not how it works, that’s not how any of this works.

When Max was with us prior to her coming back from school, he was getting chunky. That’s what happens when you spend any amount of time with your grandparents. Right? Well, once they took him back home and he spent his day’s wrestling/fighting with the crazy Husky, well, he slimmed down quite a bit. I declared that sending him home was like sending him to FAT CAMP; he came back to us a lot thinner.

Size matters when it comes to lap dogs

I was kind of excited to have Max back as he is a cuddle bug and I like a cuddle bug. Callie, the 69LB cow dog? Well, she isn’t exactly a lap/cuddle dog. Speaking of dogs and rescuing boxers. What? Back in 2019 when we had to say goodbye to our Cocoa, we declared that Callie would be our last dog. Not because we don’t love dogs, but we were loving the thought of freedom for traveling. This year we had planned trips to Boston, Napa, & Spain/Portugal. None of those happened. And I have a feeling that the future doesn’t look so great for us traveling, which I’ve come to terms with. So, now I’m back on a dog kick. A boxer kick to be more precise. I’ve been perusing the boxer rescue site looking for my perfect, older, female boxer. (I like old ladies!) But I’m not against another rescue types. I’m not rescue racist or anything, but I do love boxer butts and I can not lie.

Ozzie and Cocoa, two of my favorite boxer butts circa 2013

So, I suppose the old phrase NEVER SAY NEVER is in fact, true.

Do you happen to remember back in February when Callie was having health issues? The Vet said she would have 2 weeks to 2 months. Ummmm….that dog is still kicking. She’s had some setbacks here and there, but she keeps making a comeback. “don’t call it a comeback!”

She’s got more than nine lives and I’m perfectly happy about that too.

Damn, for the world being a shit show, I’m pretty happy about a lot of things. I hope everyone is hanging in there and finding something to be joyful about, even if it’s a dog derriere.


Weekend happenings and how I use my special power(s) isn’t up to me.

We had all three kids (Linds, Lolo & Nathan) and Coach’s Dad and step mom over for a cookout Saturday; Y’all, it’s so nice to be with my PEOPLE.

Shortly after Lolo and Nathan arrived, they rode off with the Coach on a little errand and left their dogs here, Mattis the Husky and Max max the little nut job. I went in to shower and when I came out of the bathroom, I found this scene:

The rule has always been NO dogs on the couch, but that rule doesn’t apply to little Max; he’s designated to either corner of the couch that has a blanket on it. Well, Mattis thinks that he’s the size of Max, but clearly he isn’t. And yes, I took the photo before I drug him off the couch and he was all ‘what, why, lady, I like da couch.’

Suzanne’s hair salon is now open.

I cut about 5″ off Lolo’s hair.

And then I charged her $126 bucks. That’s the going rate, isn’t it?

Behold, my super powers

Lolo and I were outside with the dogs and I was showing her my Senna plants that I just KNOW the Sulphur butterflies have been laying eggs in, but I’ve yet to see a caterpillar. As we were both talking and looking at the plants we both SHREIKED when we saw a few caterpillars. I swear, sometimes I have the power to WILL butterflies to do my bidding.

Another example of my super power: Last week I was watering my potted dill, parsley and fennel and I said to myself, where are the Eastern Black Swallowtails? I’ve not seen one in months and I swear to baby Jesus, just then one flew around the corner, and started laying eggs RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME. I was all: Thank you JESUS, and why don’t I have my phone/camera on me; I just stood there mesmerized by how I made that happen. 🙂

See, I can WILL THEM. You’d think I would use my powers for something else, but my powers only work on butterflies. Now, with the sulphur butters that brings up my larval host plants up to 10. I think. There could be more; perhaps I summoned up another flavor but forgot about it already.

My MIL brought some desserts to share, we didn’t put any candles on anything so, there was no blowing of anything, on anything, but we had dessert in honor of my FIL’s April birthday, Nathan’s May birthday and Judy and Lolo’s July birthdays. We killed four birds with one stone, although I don’t know why we have to kill birds.

It was lovely to hang out and chat with family. My life is so good; I’m fully aware of this and I don’t even need a reminder. It’s just good.

I hope everyone had a nice weekend doing something with people who you enjoy or at least people who bow to your will. *giggle*