A Little White Trash

Shelly the truck, Ben, and Boston



Artist at work

Poor Ben, those of you who know him can pick his truck out from a million miles away, but for some reason this truck (otherwise known as Shelly) is Boston's favorite. Boston will opt for Shelly over my nice, new, un-stinky, and might I add much safer car; maybe it is because Ben lets her shift for him. Boston talks to Shelly and tells her what a good truck she is and that she can't wait to drive her when she gets big. Little does she know now Shelly probaly won't even be alive at that point.

SO I guess you are wondering about the pictures. Well, this was Ben's idea of keeping Boston at bay while he worked on Shelly and I cleaned out my car. I know not the best idea on Ben's part, but Boston sure did enjoy it. So now instead of Shelly being a tri-color mutt, she has the new addition of reflective green, which moves her into the 80's era.

Way to go Dad -- at least that is what I said when the over spray painted his tires green and the dribbles of Boston spraying too close to the truck stained her skin for a week and ruined a pair of shoes. Hey, but it was fun for Boston -- we aim to please:)

Yum Yum

Lincoln has a new favorite food, Rice Krispies. He goes to town on these little things and would eat them all day if he could. The best part is when you first put them in his little holder, he dives in with the majority sticking to his face.

Carpet Burn

A few weeks ago Lincoln made his first attempts at crawling. Well, I don't know if I would call it "really" crawling, but he sure is making a good effort and keeping me on my toes. For some reason he is okay with army crawling all over the house and believe me he can drag himself just as fast. He loves to get up on all fours, but the second he attempts moving his arms in legs in coordination he face plants and continues on dragging himself. I love the fact that he is mobile, but am forced to quickly remember that everything is now within his reach, goodbye nice things for a few more years.

Score one for MOM

Yea....Not to toot my own horn, but toot toot! Lincoln's first words were Mama. Poor Ben is a little concerned because he does not want him to be too much of a mama's boy and I am already Lincoln's favorite. I just have this to say to him, "Boston said Dada first and has always had you wrapped around her little finger and I am pretty sure you will never be able to say no to her." He leaves all the dirty work up to me. Anyways I just had to bask in my glory that my little baby said Mama first.

Working Woman

So after all that school I have finally gotten a job. I am so excited to be working and the best part is that I get to stay home with my kids all day and work at night. This is really a great job, kick me if I ever complain, I work Monday and Wednesday nights for about 3 1/2 each and might take on two more nights if they make them available. The classes are for 16-99 year old's that are working to earn their diploma. I do not have to make any lesson plans or take home student work with me, which is the best reward in its self.

Dog Food

First, let me start off by saying that what I am writing is personal opinion and there is no "certified" evidence that this is true.

When Ben and I first were married we had two dogs (who were 6 weeks old) that we adopted from the pound named Daisey and Bo. They were both very healthy until Bo (who was almost 2 at the time) developed a limp. We took him into the vet and less than two weeks later he was diagnosed with bone cancer and was put to sleep. Really we thought nothing of it until Daisey develop epilepsy about a year later. We thought maybe it could be a genetic issue and left it at that. Fast forward a few years Ben's brother, mom, step-brother, and step-dad's dog's died of cancer. We then started talking about what could have caused this many dogs in such a short amount of time to all get cancer. The only common link was the dog food that all of us had been feeding them, so my father-in-law started asking around. After he talked to the vet a few times he started to discover that it may not be the brand of the dog food, but the ingredients (MEAT MEAL) in the food.

The problem with this ingredient is that MEAT MEAL is any kind of meat that is ground down into meal, this includes: dog, horses, cow, etc. and is not regulated by the FDA. Which may not seem so bad, but most of the time these animals are "put to sleep" or killed by way of an injection. The major concern with this is that the injection contains phenobarbital, which does not break down during the "mealing" process. Which also means that the drug phenobarbital is what is staying the the food and is being ingested by the dogs.

Our solution was to switch our dogs' food to something that did not contain any meat meal. I really can't say if this is the main cause of our dogs getting cancer or other health diseases, but Daisey has not had any seizures since we switched their dog food.

Bad Hair Day

So, let's just say that Lincoln is a little "hair challenged!" The first picture is just a small example of how bad his hair is when he wakes up. I do not know how he manages, but he ends up making a big knot in the little hair he has left. Then the second picture, this has to be the best look yet! He scoots himself into the corner of his crib until his head is wedged and then falls asleep and when he wakes up he resembles Don King.