Tuesday, December 24, 2013

"Cappy" Holidays to Everyone !

May beautiful moments and happy memories surround you with joy this Holiday Season.
Cappy and Ollie
Their Loyal Housekeeping Staff,
Marcy and Tom
Merry Christmas
And to all . . . A Good Night.

Saturday, May 11, 2013

Happy Mother's Day To Our Mom

From Ollie and me, here is a 
Mother's Day tribute 
to our Mom.
Even as a baby, it was obvious that she had always 
belonged to the *Clean Plate Club*.

She is still the *Little Chubbs*

Here's everything you didn't know about Marcy and really didn't care to know,  but anyway  ~~~ here it  goes:
She epitomizes the phrase "A body in motion tends to stay in motion."  Isaac Newton 's First  Law of Motion.
She never sits still.
She is a supreme clutterer.  Think Oscar Madison  and the Collyer Brothers  http://unclutterer.com/2007/04/26/the-collyer-brothers-a-study-in-compulsive-hoarding/

The last words that she ever wants to hear is when Dad says, “We have to get rid of some stuff.” Or, "We have to clean out the garage."  At that point, there's a good possibility that she might go into cardiogenic shock.   
 Always wanted to be a flight attendant (as in the short-lived series, Pan Am on ABC) but she couldn't meet the height requirements. She's too petite - short (as in *fun size*). 
  5' nothing, but strong as a Polish bull.
She has  been married to our Dad (who has survived with grace and a lot of patience) for 38 years.  
Pope Benedict XVI and  Pope Francis I have nominated him
 for Sainthood and he had received the (Marriage) Purple Heart for their 25th Anniversary.
She's a cheap date and is by no means a gastronome  Dinner at Costco ($1.50 for a hot dog and a soft drink) is just as appealing as dining at Gary Danko's Restaurant
in San Francisco.  
Enough said. No refined palate here.

Her cooking leaves a lot to be desired.  When she freezes leftovers for my sister, Jessica, Mom thoughtfully attaches a Prilosec tablet to the meal with a warning.  "Take the Prilosec, or eat this at your own risk."
LOVES to do laundry, ironing and mending and delights in de-fuzzing sweaters.    Seriously --  Leave your pants at the door. (Or to Jessica, "Give me your laundry and no one gets hurt.")
Regretfully, she had to trade in her beloved 1999 Buick Century  (aka the *Hoopty*) with 46  K miles. It was otherwise known as the *Rolling Dumpster* and *Postal Annex*.  She absolutely loved that car, but it was slowly falling apart.  Upon the advice of a trusted mechanic,  she finally realized that it would never make the drive to Southern California without having 
extensive, expensive repairs.

An ideal day for her would be to eat, read, watch crap TV, snack, nap, crochet and check out blogs.  Mom would certainly be a *Happy Camper* in a retirement home.  

She is an honorary member of  the yarn SABLE group, Stash Acquisition Beyond Life Expectancy.
This is only part of her stash - the part that Dad is aware of.

Favorite vocal artists:
 Adam Lambert, Barry Manilow, and Frank Sinatra
   Strange assortment - go figure.

Absolute all time favorite song:  Trashy Women (Confederate Railroad)   http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hWs0CezaK6Y&noredirect=1
 . . . and (of course),  Who Let the Dogs Out? 
In her declining years, she has become a little less outrageous, 
but is still *The Marcy*.
She would love to have the bouffant hairstyles of the 60s and 70s back in style.  ("Hey Mom, you still look like that!")

Does Preventative Worrying and always has Plan B and a  hard copy of EVERYTHING.
Mom and I (Cappy) are Capricorns. We're both short, obstinate, ornery, VERY vocal,  bold, temperamental, suspicious of everyone and everything.  We do not understand the meaning of ‘obedience’ and always like to get our  own way.
We're both very apprehensive to venture outside of our comfort zones.  We don't  think outside of the box.  
We'd rather stay INSIDE  THE BOX.

Mom and I also share positive attributes.   We’re both: agile, petite and highly intelligent. We have great legs, do not smell (American Eskimo dogs do not have the *doggie smell*),  have a cuteness overload and love to nap and eat.

When something is written through the mind and eyes of a dog, it is called  Anthropomorphism http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anthropomorphism
This post has been written written by Cappy 
and his partner-in-crime, Ollie.
Note from Marcy:  I thoroughly enjoyed collaborating with Cappy and Ollie on this post. They have both taught me so much about life and love and 
what is really important in this world

I don't think of Da Boyz as dogs, but rather as *little people in furry suits*.

I seem so normal when you first meet me. 

Happy Mother's Day to all the Mothers and Grandmothers of
the canine, feline and human variety.

Wednesday, May 8, 2013

We're HOMELESS !!!

We have been homeless since March 20th. Our pawents had put our house up for sale again 
and this time it sold.

All of our things are in storage and we have been staying at a Marriott Residence Inn in Southern California.

We  FINALLY did find a house after weeks of searching. 
The closing is around May 28th which means more time to enjoy the amenities of the Marriott.
Surprisingly, we're all getting along within the confines of a 494 square feet studio suite.
Mom, who prefers not to go out of her comfort zone and likes to NOT venture *outside the box*,  is adapting rather well and will soon be putting down a welcome mat, buying houseplants and hanging a wreath on the door of room 712
for the remainder of our days here.

Upon arriving at the Marriott, Ollie and I immediately made ourselves at home.

Besides looking at houses and still more houses,
 we've been thoroughly enjoying ourselves. 
There was a new Bark Park to explore . . .
Laguna Beach

Petco  We really felt at home there.

Hanging out at the pool . . .

Eating at pet-friendly restaurants . . .

Of course, life hasn't been all fun.  Ollie and I have been diligent in our guard duties and it has been
 positively exhausting.

Finally . . . welcome rest for he weary.

Up until a few days ago, the "free" internet had
 left a lot to be desired.  Mom became exceedingly frustrated trying to log on.  Connections were constantly being *timed out*.  Pictures were impossible to upload.  She was immediately thrown off from websites whenever a connection was made. It was akin to the eternal waiting with the old AOL dial-up.
A lack of technical savvy on Mom's part undoubtedly was a 
contributing factor. We're now up and running and hoping for better days.

Wednesday, January 23, 2013

Wordless Wednesday (Almost)

"Boyz, where is Dada?

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Ollie, HOWLING like a Beagle???