Why the Pea Rocks

#314: because she went online and found exactly duplicates of the snoopy and woodstock christmas ornaments that mp left behind at ike turner's. those stupid ceramic pieces were 32 years old and in perfect condition, because, to mp, they were christmas.

sitting on the floor, in front of the pea's christmas tree, mp got back something she didn't know she was missing. the chickapea also tossed in a snowball snoopy-playing-hockey ornament from those wacky 70's, the snoopy ornament from the year i was born, and a pahlsson jersey (because the words "my sammy" aren't heard enough around here).

i have to love a girl like that.

the fact that she and her best friend bought me a sack-load of gourmet cookie and an anaheim ducks water dish are just a bonus. the peruvian tamales and christmas dinner, followed by all three of us watching ratatouille, tangled up on the couch were also endearing... well, until i lit the room with puppy cheer; but, seriously, feed a dog green vegetables, and you get what you deserve.

really, it's knowing that she thinks about us and actually cares about me and mp-- even when it isn't directly affecting her. of course, if you ask mp why the chickapea rocks, that romantic will say, "it's the boobs."

Lights Out on Another Year

this time last year, mp and i went around and looked at the lights along the canals, wondering what the future would be like.

this year, we took the pea with us and couldn't even begin to wrap our heads around how amazing our life is.





even better, i put on my new winter collar today.





it's okay to stare-- i'm good lookin'.

The New Yule Log

who says that the ralph's bakery has no sense of humor?

Amy the Amaryllis

our gift from Lily 2 is growing into such a fine young lady.

Remembering Holiday Miracles, #1

November 26, 2005

Meet Splenda

she's not the real thing, but she's still pretty sweet.

Who Says I Gots No Skillz?

my nana left my doggy rag-bone down, and now i can poop macrame.

i rule!

The Look

the chickapea starts sending mp dirty little thoughts as soon as she exits her pod (interpret that as you will) each morning. today, she sent us this:

chikapea: this is the exactly look that you give me during monkey exploring time, 'cause you're cute like that.

mp: uh, yeah... It's because those are big melons.

Bananame

mp has this strange love of all things banana flavored.

yeah, i know, i know. i need some guy to stand here, midget swinging from his christmas balls, singing "i-rony." tragically, sam's club was out of stock on those.

anyway, she found this amazing sugar free banana flavor, and now has the most tasty banana mochas going on. thank god. maybe this will stop her from eating my belly. seriously-- it's been touch and go lately. she's been trying to convince me that i'm a little gamey so she can rub me down with banana-scented bath wipe.

then she nuzzles my belly, saying, "oh, puppy, you're so delicious." i've had nightmares about waking up with only one ear, a missing paw.... it's traumatic. never, ever go to bed with a chubby girl if you smell like her favourite food.



between us, i really smell like banana flavored corn chips after the wipes. oh, well. whatever makes my person happy.

You Gotta... I, uh... See This...

oh, hell. just watch it.

Getting What We Nieds

Smog Rocks

well, okay, not so much-- but i'd rather be here

























than in new jersey with the pea.

The Secret is Out

oh, mp needs this on a t-shirt. of course, she'd wear it to work, and that would be all kinds of interesting.
today, my person had to ask her babies to stop trying to pimp her out. it's kind of sweet, kind of funny, and all kinds of awkward when some poor girl gets dragged over and introduced because "'x' s a great 'y,' and you're both, you know, gay!" they really are wonderful. and emarrassing. kind of like my person... who is trying to come up with socially aceptable ways to get her latest evaluation onto christmas cards.