This week, we took Red to his first ever, professional photoshoot. He was a doggie model for a few new items at Sam's Club. He was so well behaved! We only had to feed him a small box of treats and bribe him with a W-A-L-K. We had so much fun!
Saturday, July 26, 2008
The Ween and the Photoshoot
This week, we took Red to his first ever, professional photoshoot. He was a doggie model for a few new items at Sam's Club. He was so well behaved! We only had to feed him a small box of treats and bribe him with a W-A-L-K. We had so much fun!
Thursday, July 24, 2008
T-minus 8 days....
So, I have been feverishly working on my website. Dreaming about it, making revisions, getting my swatches together, naming my files, creating, etc. I have even been busy writing my copy for my site...and in 8 days, I am supposed go live people. LIVE TO THE INTERNET and able to take orders via the WEB. This is my version of walking on the moon; one small step for man, one giant leap for Erin and the rest of the peeps helping me out on this monstrous task. At this point, I can only pray that the site will:
a- work
b- work
c- work
d- make me a few dollars so I can afford to feed my husband and dog (and myself) and pay my sweet mom back for loaning the funds to get this biz up and running....
Please take a few moments on Aug 1 (or give it a few days) to look at the site and order all of your back to school, birthday, and holiday gifts!
www.betweenthesheetsco.com
a- work
b- work
c- work
d- make me a few dollars so I can afford to feed my husband and dog (and myself) and pay my sweet mom back for loaning the funds to get this biz up and running....
Please take a few moments on Aug 1 (or give it a few days) to look at the site and order all of your back to school, birthday, and holiday gifts!
www.betweenthesheetsco.com
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
Fireworks, Cows, and Wine- they just don't mix.
Well, Abe and I are back from the Kuntry, I mean Kountry, or Country. It was a good time; here's the recap.
The moment we pulled into the drive way, I could tell this trip would be a little different than in years past. It was hotter for one. And secondly, Abe had added about 3 guns (probably only 1, but it feels like 3) guns to his collection, and I- 10 pounds. I am proud to say that I did very well with the gun situation...in getting OUT of going to shoot. I played the "wine", not to be confused with "whine," card. i.e. I drank in the pool and couldn't operate heavy machinery, a motor vehicle, or a gun(s) for that matter. Speaking of wine...
Here's where the cows come into play. I was floating on my Cadillac of a raft, sipping on my 14th glass of wine, when suddenly I hear a very loud grunting, moo-like noise. I sit up (careful not to fall of the raft) and to my surprise, I see a bull on the right and about 3 lady cows to the left of him. What the hell? Is it mating season? Or, were they just bored and needing something to "do?" Ewww. Must. Get. Out. Of. Pool. Now.
After the pool and cow "incident," we headed to the 4th of July parade, which is held on Main Street. It took 4 minutes for the parade to go West on Main, then turn around and head back East on Main. Hard candy such as peppermints and double bubble were pitched out of John Deere's, golf carts with old ladies, the volunteer fire department trucks, and kids with bikes.
Back to the wine. I mean house.
The fireworks that my mother-in-law purchased and displayed were out of control. Sitting back on my wooden folding chair in the driveway of her house, "Large and in charge" Ron, "I was in the Iran Army" Gaby, and "I want to show the Johnson's down the road how awesome our fireworks are this year" Carol, spent many a minute lighting what I like to call the "Kuntry Klub Fireworks Show." It really was great! No one got hurt (other than Ron having to trot back and forth in his PJ pants to light the next round of poppers- boy was he out of breath!), and the display was just perfect!
The moment we pulled into the drive way, I could tell this trip would be a little different than in years past. It was hotter for one. And secondly, Abe had added about 3 guns (probably only 1, but it feels like 3) guns to his collection, and I- 10 pounds. I am proud to say that I did very well with the gun situation...in getting OUT of going to shoot. I played the "wine", not to be confused with "whine," card. i.e. I drank in the pool and couldn't operate heavy machinery, a motor vehicle, or a gun(s) for that matter. Speaking of wine...
Here's where the cows come into play. I was floating on my Cadillac of a raft, sipping on my 14th glass of wine, when suddenly I hear a very loud grunting, moo-like noise. I sit up (careful not to fall of the raft) and to my surprise, I see a bull on the right and about 3 lady cows to the left of him. What the hell? Is it mating season? Or, were they just bored and needing something to "do?" Ewww. Must. Get. Out. Of. Pool. Now.
After the pool and cow "incident," we headed to the 4th of July parade, which is held on Main Street. It took 4 minutes for the parade to go West on Main, then turn around and head back East on Main. Hard candy such as peppermints and double bubble were pitched out of John Deere's, golf carts with old ladies, the volunteer fire department trucks, and kids with bikes.
Back to the wine. I mean house.
The fireworks that my mother-in-law purchased and displayed were out of control. Sitting back on my wooden folding chair in the driveway of her house, "Large and in charge" Ron, "I was in the Iran Army" Gaby, and "I want to show the Johnson's down the road how awesome our fireworks are this year" Carol, spent many a minute lighting what I like to call the "Kuntry Klub Fireworks Show." It really was great! No one got hurt (other than Ron having to trot back and forth in his PJ pants to light the next round of poppers- boy was he out of breath!), and the display was just perfect!
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