Big, orange, round things

Last night we finally decided to carve pumpkins! Well, I didn’t participate since I had to do some work on the computer. I was able to get a couple shots though! Sorry for the quality of the pictures, we have horrible lighting in our apartment. I even had a couple lights ON. Next time I will try to use the flash.  ;)

I do have another picture I am going to try and post, it depends if I have enough time.


"Can I help, Dad?"

“Can I help, Dad?”

We even had Halloween 4 playing on tv :)

We even had Halloween 4 playing on tv :)

Waiting to see if she gets any of the scraps

Waiting to see if she gets any of the scraps

Storm sulking

Storm sulking

"Yay! Dad gave in!"  *He always does

“Yay! Dad gave in!”
*He always does

"C'mon, Dad! I want more of this stuff!"

“C’mon, Dad! I want more of this stuff!”

Finished product(s)

Finished product(s)

“Obsess much?”


From my other blog…

Originally posted on sdloopy:

Anyone that enjoys stupid comedy should recognize the quote that I used in the title. For those that don’t care for stupid humor, it’s from a movie called Ace Ventura: Pet Detective. One of my obsessions is reading. Like most bookworms, that is what I would like to do all day long. And I have too. Just hours upon hours of my nose stuck in a book (or now nose in front of a kindle).

I’ve had this obsession (or passion as some may call it) as far back as elementary school. Do you remember the Pizza Hut Book-it program that started in the mid ‘80’s? I nailed it every year. Amazingly, the program is still going strong today.

This year I decided to try the Goodreads Reading Challenge. Since my health is rocky and I cannot work, I decided to give 50 books a shot. It is the end…

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Lost Muse!!


I finally posted something on my other blog! Check it out!

Originally posted on sdloopy:

Wow, I have gotten WAY too slack on this blog. Honestly, my other WordPress blog is lacking as well. I have lost my crafty, little muse. At least with my other blog I can post an obnoxious amount of pictures of Storm, this blog is a little more difficult. I have the urge to write/type today so I figured I would just start and see where I end up. NaNoWriMo is coming up and I want to really try this year. I know I have to warm up my muscles quite a bit. I have two books that I have not finished because I am stuck. I have put it off and I know that is not going to help. I have a couple of guesses of why I am having such a difficult time coming up with anything to write.

#1 – I don’t do anything and mostly sit around all day. Mind you, I read while…

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My bulldog, Storm, does not cuddle. Only when it’s on her terms or when she is sleeping under my warm covers (which is rare, because if she under them she is down keeping my feet toasty). Lately it seems that I have a new dog. Storm has been nothing but cuddly. When we are on the couch, she has been laying next to me, taking moments to gaze up at me.


Awhile ago she slept under the covers and when I woke up, I saw her laying next to my upper body. I seized the moment and wrapped my arms around her and she didn’t even try to move. I tried to stay awake to enjoy the moment but soon fell asleep.

On Monday I started to have my cringing migraines. I didn’t leave my bed much that day and Storm stayed with me the whole time. I woke up from one of my naps to find her under my covers, right up next to me, pretty much ON me. I’m guessing she could tell something was wrong with me and bless her for that.

That night/Tues early morning I was awake as my pain pills had not kicked in. I laid there debating in my head if I should wake up my boyfriend so he could take me to the ER. He wakes up at 3 AM for his work so I really didn’t want to go that route. I decided to try a couple skills I learned in therapy for distress tolerance. I laid in bed making myself smile while working on my breathing. It didn’t seem to work (hmmm.. now looking back on it, maybe I just didn’t use the skills long enough for them to work?) so I decided to just deal with it and accept that I would have to lay there in pain until I fell asleep.

As I was laying there, I began to pet Storm and was so thankful she was my companion animal. With it being in the middle of night and everyone sleeping, I felt completely alone. I couldn’t hold a conversation but I just wanted someone THERE. Storm took care of that. Having a companion animal is no joke and should be taken seriously.