When I was growing up my parents simply never considered the idea of a dog as a pet in our house. Dogs, let's face it, are more work than cats, fish, snakes, hamsters and a substantial list of other pets you could consider, so they purposely dodged the question when I asked them if we could get a dog.
Fast forward to now and the day that my fiancé Erika told me of her plans for adopting a dog (a large one at that)… I was totally against it. She and I both had small places that a large dog would be a menace to live with, and in a short amount of time we would be merging into one small place and the dog would be even more cramped! We live fairly stress free lives and, in my opinion, adding a dog meant no more nights out or weekends away without the constant thought of how, or who, would take care of the dog!
But honestly, one of my biggest sticking points was that I had a very well behaved and peaceful cat that I shared my life with named Butler, whom would no doubt be less than thrilled to surrender a percentage of his domain to a K9 of any size, most especially one that weighed in at 80+ pounds!
My fear of their meeting was monumental, and I remember the day that Endo & Butler met for the first time… it wasn't pretty. To Butler the invasion was similar to that of when Hitler occupied France! Here was this massive, hulking, dominant force that was immovable and was seemingly thrust upon him, and he wasn't leaving any time soon… his nerve and ego were in a state of shock and his only logical move was a retreat for higher ground (on top of the kitchen cabinets).
But a pretty miraculous thing started to happen shortly after the occupation (as Butler calls it) happened, he started to warm up to the big headed, dog faced, black mutt, in truth we all did.
Endo is a boxer-pit bull mix and his mode of operation is to love you to death. He's constantly in need of affection, will lick your face or any other extremity (feet, leg, hands, ear, etc.) at his access to get your attention, truly believes at 8 years old that he is still a 2 pound puppy/ lap dog, and honestly loves Butler and his companionship to death!
They aren't "the best of friends" just yet, but there are signs that show the possibility of a cuddle buddy relationship on the horizon… and don't worry, I'll post those pics ASAP! J
Joe Don Rooney called my show, and we talked for so long, I had to break it up into three different episodes! Here is part one of a three part episode! In this episode, we talk about, playing in a new venue, singles, and how they pick the current single!
All this week at 4pm you will hear a secret 4-word phrase from his interview with Joe Don Rooney of Rascal Flatts. Then, when he tells you to on Friday, dial 1-800-570-1013 and be caller #12 with the entire 4-word phrase to win! Here are all the words so far in case you missed it!
Moving is tough… really tough, but the real challenge is where all the stuff you've moved is going to be put now that it's in the house!
Erika and I sat on the couch, exhausted and covered in sweat between boxes and boxes of freshly moved items, and just tried to imagine where it all would was going to fit. What seemed among the impossible was the thought of all of it disappearing into orderly places.
I have a relatively small place with not enough closets to fit my belongings, and I had just brought the entire collection of worldly possessions of not one but two females into it, for the foreseeable future.
There were 5 wardrobe boxes filled with both clothes and shoes, ten large boxes of everything from towels & blankets to pans & pictures, and then there was everything else: lamps, couches, books, tables, canned food, old records, shoes (lots of shoes), etc., but above all else there was toys…. loads and loads of toys.
I had to remind myself, box after box after box, that fate and circumstance had required us to move into this home as opposed to moving into the one we had intended to build, but that didn't make the bitter and overwhelming feeling of total and complete disorganization any easier to handle.
I know that in time, no doubt sooner that we think, it will all be filed, folded , sorted and stored… but there in the midst of what seemed like an three day episode of Hoarders Visits Storage Wars… it was inconceivable.
Heart Rate Monitor I used in the video and at the gym: http://www.amazon.com/Omron-HR-100CN-Heart-Rate-Monitor/dp/B000A5CEUO
I forgot to mention this is my video! I was recommend by many, if you're going to buy a heart rate monitor, buy a tube of this! You will only need one (last a long time) This gel goes on the bands of your heart rate monitor, and gives your monitor, MUCH better results! http://www.amazon.com/Parker-Laboratories-Spectra-Electrode-Stand-Up/dp/B001QF7VRS/ref=pd_sim_hpc_1?ie=UTF8&refRID=1286EGCQSZTXYAT8NSC4
Here is the link for DDP Yoga. I swear by this program. about two years ago, I started DDP Yoga, and within two months I lost 20lbs. Check out his website, watch and read some of the stories! A lot of people ask me what package I have. I have the first one. http://ddpyoga.com/?gclid=Cj0KEQjwm6CgBRC0zOmrydrqmosBEiQA_xoLRpS6brFz1xenTOJV9Ba-OgSYfOVrEE2WW8ziFcI5lBcaApBu8P8HAQ
For Protein, I recommend going to a Rite Aid that is bundled with a GNC (one in Pittston) or go to a GNC, and see what they have on sale. Rite Aid has a free membership program, that will save you big on protein powder.
Blender bottles can be purchased in almost any pharmacy, like, CVS, Wall Greens, GNC, and Rite Aid.
My 2 1/2 year old son Cole has been eyeing up the BIIIIG Froggy sticker for days like it's pure gold. I told him that was the prize: The BIG Potty deserves the BIG sticker. He earned it this week with a gleeful shout: "I GOT THE BIG POTTY STICKA MOMMY!!!"
So easy to please my lil buddy. Friends razzed me for not rewarding him with a "real" treat. "Take him shopping for a new matchbox car!"..."Buy him REAL stickers!" What?! Look at that face - he'd be thrilled with an empty box to play in.
Proud of ya, Buddy! Toot your horn...that I made out of a discarded toilet roll!!!