Friday Lovefest

Hello friends, family, foes, faithful followers!

I would like to start this post by giving a shout out to Friday.

FRIDAY, I LOVE YOU!!!
(for the following reasons)

1. You began with some dance time with Mr. MHH and friends downtown, followed by a delicious slice of pineapple pizza from Old Chicago
2. You are the eve of the day my parents are stopping in Denver to see me and Mr. MHH and meet our Dally bear
3. You let me sleep in this morning. (Actually, Mr. MHH let me sleep in... but you can have the credit)
4. You are sunny and a dry 81 soon to be 87 degrees.
5. You mean no work tomorrow, which I like quite a lot. (The cubicle is only a pleasant place to be for so long before a girl needs to get outside and breathe some non-stale air!)
6. You mean no morning traffic tomorrow, no bums bothering me on the way to the office, no Greenpeace people, no Planned Parenthood people, no smelly alley, and oh yes-- no work.
7. You helped me get through a tough afternoon workout (Okay, that was E my personal  trainer, but whatev)
8. You are the reason we are getting out of work an hour early for happy hour (actually, this one is my boss)
9. You bring fun with friends and my Mr. tonight, after some great playtime with Dally

Friday, you are my favorite.

Hairstyles according to Dally

where's the candid camera??

Today has been one of those days.  So much one of those days, that I feel bad even admitting that it is MONDAY . . . . because I don't really want to be one of those people who mopes around at the beginning of every work week and gets accused of the annoying "Case of the Mondays" business.  I do have to admit that the fact that it is indeed Monday may have made today a little more difficult.

Do I look like a morning person?

5:15AM: Wake up at what feels like 4:00AM to the sound of Mr. MHH's phone alarm clock going off while he showers.
5:30AM: Mr. MHH finally gets out of the shower and turns off his alarm clock, at which time I roll over and go back to sleep.
5:45AM: Mr. MHH comes into the bedroom and announces that Dally successfully did all her business outside (success!)
6:00AM: Wake up to the sound of Mr. MHH scolding Dally, who has apparently peed all over the bedroom floor, even though she had been taken out 15 minutes earlier. (this has to be some puppy joke)
6:30AM: Wake up to the sound of my annoying phone alarm clock.  Push snooze.
6:35AM: Snooze again
6:40AM: Snooze again
6:45AM: Finally drag myself out of bed, down the hall to my bathroom.
6:50AM: Debate showering, run hands through hair, decided shower was absolutely necessary.
7:00AM Out of the shower, realize Munchkin is no where to be found.


*** I must insert here that Munchkin not being found wouldn't be a big deal if she hadn't been having some recent issues with being outside.  There was the "I'm running away, you jerks" last week, but the more significant incident was Saturday morning.***

She only looks well behaved

When Mr. MHH got up Saturday morning and was outside with Dally, he heard a very strange almost scream-like noise.  He began looking around the yard, and into the neighbors right next to ours.  Suddenly, he saw Munchkin dash across the neighbor's yard--- followed closely by a much larger red fox.  Munchkin managed to get all the way to the fence, but got herself cornered.  Mr. MHH to the rescue-- began throwing rocks at the fox and yelling to try to scare it away... and stop our kitty from being breakfast.  The fox eventually backed down and Munchkin did not die, however I am now worried about her being outside as the hungry fox obviously knows where she lives.   


7:05AM: Search the upstairs for Munchkin, the downstairs, the garage, open the front door and call to her, open the backyard and call to her... all in a towel. 
7:15AM: Call Mr. MHH to see if there was ANY way she had gotten out.  He said he didn't think so, but there was always a chance.
7:20AM: Pull back on pajamas, galoshes, raincoat and venture out into the POURING rain looking for Munchkin-- hoping to not find her being eaten by the villainous fox.
7:25-7:40AM: Search neighborhood, wet hair getting wetter. Pajamas getting weird looks from neighborhood, no cat in sight. 


7:45AM: Return home, soaking wet and muddy to find Munchkin sitting on back porch waiting to be let inside.

7:50AM: Debate showering, look in mirror to find mud on face, shower.

8:15AM: Pull on jeans only to discover dog had gotten to them (remind me again why I got a dog?)

8:20AM: FINALLY out the door! (In the rain)



Yes, that's a cat getting into a pool full of water



Munchkin is about to earn herself either a shock collar or a cage, since throwing her in the pool is no longer a threat.  Dally is about to get a dog house.

The morning at the office was productive (thankfully) and I decided to break from my normal "I don't take a lunch break unless I'm going to the gym " and go to lunch at Noodles and Company with my work friend Scooter.  We had a great lunch- mac&cheese for him (that looked incredible) and some healthy soup and salad for me.  We chatted and laughed, and none of it required me to crawl through mud or get rained on.  

On the way back to the office, I convinced Scooter to stop by our building snack shop so I could get some candy.  (Yes sometimes a girl just wants/needs some chocolate).  I couldn't decide between peanut butter m&m's and reeses peanut butter cups- minis.  So, I bought them both.  LUCKILY, I also ate them both.  (Way to go on that healthy lunch). 

The dinner of lemon garlic mahi-mahi with a balsamic reduction and sauteed veggies I made for Mr. MHH hopefully eases the transition into Tuesday.  

White wine, and a late night date night with the Mr. and a change from heels into my slippers makes this Denver girl a happy Mrs.

Until tomorrow!

Here comes the bride, 150 pound dog, angry cat . . . .

Well faithful blog followers, (I don't think there actually are any of you) I'm back at it again.  Now that I'm getting settled into married life, there might be a chance that I can update this on a semi-regular basis.
The time since my last post has been crazy- engagement, wedding planning, the holidays, the wedding, and now adjusting to being Mrs. MHH and not just a Miss.  Actually, the first time someone at work referred to me as Senora, I nearly snapped back that I'm too young to be a Senora.... until I realized, "Oh yeah, married!" Yeeks, I'm a senora, a madam (not like a brothel madam).

Mr & Mrs MHH!

Seriously though, married life has been really great-- I'll be honest and say that it definitely is more challenging to live with another person.  More dishes, more laundry, definitely more cooking, sharing televisons (more sports), couch space, closet space, listening to their loud breathing at 3am while they sleep soundly and you lay awake-- unable to turn on a light and read your insomnia away because you fear waking them up, waking up at 5am when the other person gets up to go to work early and turns on lights . . . .
LUCKILY, I'm married to a fabulous guy who puts up with my shopping, my cat, my need for my own bathroom, my shoe collection, my purse collection, my overall inability to be tidy, my total takeover of the DVR queue, AND I have been given an ENTIRE guestroom to serve as my closet space.  ALSO-- he often does the dishes and makes me smile absolutely every day.
Last week, to make life going into our 3rd month of marraige more interesting--- we bought a dog.  For those of you who know me, I'm assuming that you would peg me as one of those girls who wears four inch heels with a matching handbag and also carries a matching dog carrier for my rat-sized yapper.  WELL, you would be WRONG (not about the heels and handbag, but the yapper).  Rather than getting a purse puppy, Mr. MHH and I decided to be absolutely insane and buy a dog who is going to weigh in at one and a half times my weight when she's full grown.  She's a Newfoundland, and she's the most precious thing I've ever seen . . . . that weighs 50lbs at 10 weeks old.  We named her Dally, and that's exactly what she does.  The only thing the dog is capable of doing quickly is eating, and that's only on occasion.

Dahlia (Dally) doing what she does best, sitting.

As excited as Mr. MHH and I are, I believe the one in our household who is most excited about our new addition is Munchkin, the cat.  Munchkin doesn't have much experience with dogs, and the experience she does have is mostly unpleasant interactions with large, barking, jumping, spastic labradors.

Tucker and Sophie, the only time they were ever sitting still.

 Needless to say, Munchkin is not a fan of these 70 pound monsters-- so the 150 pound one we just brought into the family is not high on the cat's list of "favorite things."  She's pretty used to having her run of the house, getting attention when and only when she wants it, belly rubs, endless access to the backyard-- this cat has been calling the shots for almost 3 years.  So, Thursday night when Mr. MHH and I brought miss Dally home, Munchkin was pissed... to put it mildly.  At 3am when Mr. MHH took Dally out in the yard to "wash her hands," Munchkin (who has never ever left the yard even when she has been outside for 5 hours at a time) decided it was time to move out.  By the time Mr. MHH realized she wasn't in the yard, she was walking down the sidewalk and turned around to look at him as if to say, "Peace out, jerk!"  Poor kitty was ready to hit the road.
We're actually quite lucky that the world's laziest puppy either has absolutely no interest in cats, hasn't realized that there is another animal in the house, or is too busy laying around to get up long enough to bother Munchkin.  now the worry is that Munchkin is plotting against the dog.  I definitely saw the cat sitting  on the windowsill above where Dally was sleeping for 30 minutes last night, just watching and probably waiting for her perfect chance to attack.

Munchkin, attacking the sofa.

Hopefully they start getting along... not too well though as the risk of an amimal mutiny is something I'm not prepared for