How Much of This Can You Take?

About one and a half of my readership (which is about half of my readership) has suggested that I need to blog more often. This poses a problem for me. You already know I have a cute and clever dog. You already know my grandchildren are brilliant and even more clever than the dog. I hate to rub it all in. I've actually heard that other people think that THEIR grandchildren and pets are cuter/smarter/stronger/etc than mine. I've thought that by keeping it not quite so sickening, I might be low key enough not to hurt anyone's feelings when they read the truth here. (It IS on the Internet, afterall.)

But, my public has spoken. But you'll be SOOOOORRRRYYY!

Cuddle Buns did make it back from China. He got his bags the night before he flew back. Just in time to pack all of the gifts bestowed upon him for everyone here. I did have several suitcase presents. All silk. A silk blanket, for goodness sakes. A beautiful silk scarf. Two silk robes. (XL, I might add. Those people are so little!)  His Chinese hosts did send back a beautiful silver bracelet for the grandprincess since she had taught Gramps to say Ni Hao. (Actually, she taught him to say Ni Hao, Kai Lan. I had to tell him that the last part was actually a character's name.) I will at some point try to take some picts, but you know how those things photograph. I mean, really....you want to see them?

My day today was awesome. I came home from a very relaxing massage to find a  Real Life Diva in my living room.

Her shoes light up, too. Very blingy. The jewelry is all precious silver plastic, plastic purls, and Disney Princesses. She spent some time playing inside before taking off all of her finery to play in the water outside until she started playing in an ant bed. Put a bit of a damper on the outside time. (That kind of sounds like she played outside naked. No....she was almost naked since her swimsuit is a bit smallish....but she was covered. Wish her feet had been.)

THEN, I actually went to knit night tonight. I tend to have a knit night every night here in front of the TV, but  Twisted Yarns is having this cool thing once a month where they provide a pattern for $5 of something you could finish quickly for Christmas gifts. They started in June or July, and I just haven't been able to attend. I did tonight. Had a knitter friend go with me.

The patterns tonight were of critters, and I almost succumbed. Just not sure who to give a critter to. The boys are kind of beyond stuffed toys, even of cool alien beings (which is the one I almost bought). I made Zoey the doll for her first birthday, and haven't seen it since, so.... I knit on another project. A scarf for Care Bear. DR knit her A&M scarf. We closed the place down. I mean, who leaves a knit night before it is over???

Ni Hao

Rudy and I have been bach-ing it this week. Cuddle Buns has been in China. I can't wait to pick him up today to hear about his whirlwind little adventure (he left on Monday, his luggage didn't make it, and he's coming back today) and see what awesome presents he brought me.

I typically am not one who needs presents. Some people I know just NEED them to feel loved/appreciated/etc. I'm not judging...that is just the way it is. I need words. BUT I am a FIRM believer in suitcase presents. Especially from countries where SILK and JADE come to mind. And since Cuddle Buns is usually unpacking suitcases after hunting trips (don't need those kinds of presents) I am really looking forward to this one.

After 30 hours on a plane, though, I'll probably have to rummage through his suitcase while he is snoring on the bed.

I'm a Dropper

So I'm standing by the kitchen table removing my memory card from my camera to upload some picts into my computer.....and I dropped it right in my coffee. Care Bear was always nervous when I held her babies. We can't have pricey dishes or glassware. BUT, that is how I did get my camera. Dropped the old one.

PS....picts seem OK! going to download them quick before the caffeine seeps in.

Big Boy Check-Up

Rudy had his yearly yesterday. He did the usual shaking-like-a-leaf act to begin with. Wouldn't even eat the treat the vet gave him after the blood tests and shots. (Did you know they don't do a stool sample anymore?? I get to scrape a sample together for them and return it!!) By the time it was all over, though, two techs AND the vet were oohhing and aahhing over him while he looked cute and cuddly. 

Rudy then went with me to have my car checked out. He's just getting to be such a big boy! 

Artistic Displays

Rudy is the only one who has really been "with me" on my quest to find a way to display my newly handspun yarns. And really, I think he is just sucking up. He knows where his food comes from. However, all of you will be able to take a collective sigh of relief, because I found my display. At Martha's Bloomers. In Navasota.

I know you can't see it very well, but that is my new merino/silk 3-ply there on the left right above that pink braid of wool (that I kettle dyed, btw). OK....I'm sure I've lost most of my readership with that. But I'm thrilled. And therefore, so is Rudy Patootie.

Rudy is Distraught: WHAT HAPPENED TO JULY?

After a month of new playmates, Rudy is back to just Cuddle Buns and me. He wandered from room to room this morning looking for his new playmates. They are gone. Back to Germany. They kissed him goodbye yesterday, but I just don't think he understood the gravity of the situation. They won't be coming back for awhile.

No one here to constantly squeak his toys to get his attention. 

No one locking him in a room or a closet so that he won't play with anyone else. 

No one pretending to be a dog to get him to obey. 

No playing tug from dawn 'til dusk. 

This is a picture of when Rudy first met Maddox. Maddox is the dog man. 

Hayden didn't want to be, but became one.

Rudy desperately misses them both.

Kennel Crud

This is Rudy Patootie when Cuddle Buns picked him up from the spa. If looks could kill!! He found out we were here:

Without him. 

Having fun. Without him.

Looking at fish through crystal clear water.  Without him.

There's 3 feet of water there. It really is crystal clear. Promise.

Playing in that water. Without him.

And having all kinds of other adventures. Without him.

Poor Rudy. He came home from the spa with a touch of Kennel Crud. I think he's faking it to make us feel bad. We went to Okoboji. Without him.  (We had a BLAST!  Missed you, though, Rudy!!)