Sunday, August 21, 2011

Don't Growl at Mr. Darcy



Hans has a problem with men. All men. At least at first anyway. When any man (short or tall) comes into the house, he starts barking at them. (This strikes me as hilarious as I type this because it suggests I have a lot of men visitors, which isn't really true and really depends on how you would number the amount in "a lot"). Once they've acknowledged him, of-course, he stops barking/growling. Even when my dad was here, every time he came in the room he got barked at. It is really a bad habit I'm trying to break, but not quite sure how (so I am open to suggestions). However, today the problem worsened. I was watching Pride and Prejudice (undoubtably the greatest love story of all time...I will not be argued with), this is the latest version (the one with Keira Knightley and Matthew Macfadyen) and although I will say that the Colin Firth version will forever be the best version, I enjoy this one as well. Enter the scene where Mr. Bingley comes back to Netherfield in order to propose to Jane and they come to the Bennet house. As soon as we see a solo shot of Mr. Darcy Hans starts to growl under his breath (and as they pan on him even more, the growl gets deeper and louder). Then at the climactic scene where Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth come together in the field at dawn, the growl begins again. As if Hans is trying to stay "Stay away Mr. Darcy, no room for you here". I think this is a really bad sign. My dog growls at Mr. Darcy. How is Mr. Darcy ever going to come sweep me off my feet in utter adoration now?

Sunday, August 14, 2011

Updates

Yep...its been awhile. Here are some fun pictures of the last few months...

In June, on our drives home, my dad made a stop in Columbus for the first time. Unfortunately he could only stay for one night so we did the whirlwind tour. I took him to one of my favorite pizza places for dinner.





At the beginning of July the singles wards took a trip to Palmyra, NY for the Cumorah Pageant. The hill Cumorah is where Joseph Smith was show the gold plates which he later translated into the Book of Mormon. Every year there is a pageant which basically goes through multiple stories found in the Book of Mormon. We lucked out because it was the perfect weather and so it was nice to be outside.






Good bye Alissa (well almost). My roomie is moving to Reno to start teaching music, which is only reasonable since that's what she went to college and got her masters for. The dogs will miss her too!





Hans is no longer a boy, but not quite a man (and never will be either). In July he paid a visit to the puppy fairy and will never know what quite hit him. Because he wasn't messing around with where the incision was, the vet said I could just get him in some onsies and cut a hole out for the tail. He wasn't allowed to jump or play or run for a week, so we put him under crate arrest for the week. It didn't bother him too much, once his pain meds wore off he was actually in some pain and not feeling well. Oddly, the little weirdo seemed to actually like wearing these things. I guess I will have to make him a Halloween costume. I was thinking a french painter (look at his mustache!)



One evening I found him passed out on my bed


Close up


Goodbye Todd! For the last three summers, I've gotten to work with Todd, who is a local junior high science teacher. Basically, he comes to the lab every day and I tell him what to do, which, coincidentally, happens to be stuff I don't want to do (just kidding...sort of). He's always in awe of my vast skills and huge knowledge base and I make sure he is always kept at a level of understanding where he never questions my genius. Coming from a lab of all foreigners, I feel like I have an American ally in Todd, which is in fact not true, since he's really Canadian (I'll never win!). This is a picture of our last day with my dear summer slave. He's the big guy in the back on the left. He's also really useful for getting stuff I can't reach and opening bottles and jars among other things. The rest of the people in the picture is everyone I've worked with for the last four years, including my advisor (the distinguished English man in the back :) ), and I've really enjoyed working with everyone. They all know so much.



Yesterday, I found Hans passed out on his stuffed animal. I guess he tired himself out at the dog park.



If any morsel of food is left out on the counter, Sadie will find it. Since Alissa is moving in the next few days we made dinner and then I made cupcakes and a cake (with the left over batter). Knowing Sadie's tendencies, I moved everything to the laundry room. However, someone accidentally left the laundry room open and when I went down to make the frosting, I found the cake, with the entire top eaten off of it and only 7 cupcakes (out of 12) remaining. There were also two sticks of butter out on the counter softening and those were also gone. The funny thing is is that she wasn't looking well (see picture below) earlier (this was before we knew what she had eaten) and we were feeling sorry for her. I don't feel sorry for her now. Her total food thieveries for the week include, 1/2 of cake, 5 cupcakes, 2 sticks of butter (1 lb), half of a raw cheese pizza, 33 out of 36 no bake cookies. Poor thing!