tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371022612024-03-13T23:51:33.397-05:00Peanuts-thoughtsJust me writing about my lifePeanuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08494474555983080784noreply@blogger.comBlogger315125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37102261.post-75436667198913884802010-11-19T21:21:00.003-06:002010-11-19T21:26:37.958-06:00FavorWe know we haven't been around and we are sorry but we are going to ask a favor of you all. <br />Our dad has been in Afghanstain for over a month now and we are wondering if anyone would be willing to send him a Christmas card? If so please email us at peanutarmydog@yahoo.com and I will send you his address.<br /><br />Thanks so much everyone<br /><br />Love<br />Peanut and Flash (and even Shelby the cat) <br /><br /><br /><br />Oh and here is Flash with me standing over him. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9g6GfGjhV-M/TOc_pEl356I/AAAAAAAAEVk/XhZ1iavQrDU/s1600/DSCN1858.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9g6GfGjhV-M/TOc_pEl356I/AAAAAAAAEVk/XhZ1iavQrDU/s320/DSCN1858.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541467841342465954" /></a>Peanuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08494474555983080784noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37102261.post-36779818659609620942010-08-25T15:10:00.003-05:002010-08-25T15:27:11.378-05:00StuffDad brought home some new stuff for his upcoming deployment. It took up my love seat.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9g6GfGjhV-M/THV6-Xt-5WI/AAAAAAAAEUU/VuOrlFGsxRY/s1600/DSCN1304.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9g6GfGjhV-M/THV6-Xt-5WI/AAAAAAAAEUU/VuOrlFGsxRY/s320/DSCN1304.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509444931095029090" /></a><br /><br />This is me telling Dad to move it off the love seat.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9g6GfGjhV-M/THV68YU0fjI/AAAAAAAAEUM/igKuJ-XQAf4/s1600/DSCN1308.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9g6GfGjhV-M/THV68YU0fjI/AAAAAAAAEUM/igKuJ-XQAf4/s320/DSCN1308.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509444896898186802" /></a><br /><br />This is Flash being sad because he's a daddy's boy and he knows new stuff means Dad will be leaving.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9g6GfGjhV-M/THV63AxlMHI/AAAAAAAAET8/OdgjMERnqZw/s1600/DSCN1317.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9g6GfGjhV-M/THV63AxlMHI/AAAAAAAAET8/OdgjMERnqZw/s320/DSCN1317.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509444804677021810" /></a><br /><br />Oh and here is Dad trying on some of this new stuff.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9g6GfGjhV-M/THV65NQnFtI/AAAAAAAAEUE/lw-lNyDCXOs/s1600/DSCN1295.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9g6GfGjhV-M/THV65NQnFtI/AAAAAAAAEUE/lw-lNyDCXOs/s320/DSCN1295.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509444842388133586" /></a><br /><br />Last but not least is a lovely picture of my beautiful face. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9g6GfGjhV-M/THV7BXCYzdI/AAAAAAAAEUc/HZyJieePCGA/s1600/DSCN1290.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9g6GfGjhV-M/THV7BXCYzdI/AAAAAAAAEUc/HZyJieePCGA/s320/DSCN1290.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509444982451785170" /></a>Peanuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08494474555983080784noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37102261.post-59225448652496158442010-08-19T12:33:00.007-05:002010-08-19T13:09:24.402-05:00This is my life.To hot and humid to do anything else. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9g6GfGjhV-M/TG1xotQquKI/AAAAAAAAETs/K6QwbMXtANU/s1600/DSCN1232.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9g6GfGjhV-M/TG1xotQquKI/AAAAAAAAETs/K6QwbMXtANU/s320/DSCN1232.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507182863502194850" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9g6GfGjhV-M/TG1xnw4IxVI/AAAAAAAAETk/VfyTpYg_-Is/s1600/DSCN1229.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9g6GfGjhV-M/TG1xnw4IxVI/AAAAAAAAETk/VfyTpYg_-Is/s320/DSCN1229.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507182847293179218" /></a><br /><br />This is Flash hiding under mom's feet from the thunderstorm. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9g6GfGjhV-M/TG1yafFJ-MI/AAAAAAAAET0/pf1uTKTYhHI/s1600/DSCN1233.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9g6GfGjhV-M/TG1yafFJ-MI/AAAAAAAAET0/pf1uTKTYhHI/s320/DSCN1233.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507183718689274050" /></a><br /><br />Oh and here is me licking my boy's feet. He is a little boy and so he is dirty.<br />Mom says he is dirty and gross and needs to shower more often. I do not agree with her. I think he is lovely. <br /> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9g6GfGjhV-M/TG1wOSGfsZI/AAAAAAAAETc/MlBdROHuJb8/s1600/DSCN1228.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9g6GfGjhV-M/TG1wOSGfsZI/AAAAAAAAETc/MlBdROHuJb8/s320/DSCN1228.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507181310023545234" /></a>Peanuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08494474555983080784noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37102261.post-86514818857887041222010-08-12T14:37:00.007-05:002010-08-12T15:01:50.153-05:00We are backHonestly we are and we promise to be better about visiting our friends and posting. Nothing and lots has been happening around here. If that makes sense to you. We've laid around most of the summer but school is now back in session. Our girl went to high school yesterday. We can't believe she is so old. When did she get so old? That must make mom about 586769575668757 years old. Our boy is still being home schooled so at least we get to keep him around all day still. <br /><br />It has been super hot here and our A/C wasn't working properly so it was getting to be 90 in our house even with it running. Needless to say I did nothing but lay around as I don't handle the heat well. Either does Mom and it made her super grumpy and makes her look like this. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9g6GfGjhV-M/TGRO1By7byI/AAAAAAAAESk/s99-u878v1I/s1600/Unknown"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 96px; height: 96px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9g6GfGjhV-M/TGRO1By7byI/AAAAAAAAESk/s99-u878v1I/s320/Unknown" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504611317475667746" /></a><br />but they came and fixed it two days ago and she now looks like this because the house is cool once again<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9g6GfGjhV-M/TGRP_hHGA6I/AAAAAAAAESs/eE-xKcs_Ruo/s1600/happy-face.gif"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9g6GfGjhV-M/TGRP_hHGA6I/AAAAAAAAESs/eE-xKcs_Ruo/s320/happy-face.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504612597192065954" /></a><br />and yes she is that funny looking. <br /><br />We ran out of dog cookies about a week ago and mom is so super lazy that she didn't even go buy anymore. She was giving us graham crackers instead. While I like graham crackers what kind of mother won't go out to buy dog cookies when her precious babies are out of them? Sometimes I think I need a different mother. <br /><br />Here is a lovely picture of me with my bully stick. I was trying to figure out if I could keep mine and get the one Flash had also.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9g6GfGjhV-M/TGRRddX3rSI/AAAAAAAAETE/1pZfMgjBInY/s1600/39714_1554199821058_1417061161_1479700_1971857_n.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9g6GfGjhV-M/TGRRddX3rSI/AAAAAAAAETE/1pZfMgjBInY/s320/39714_1554199821058_1417061161_1479700_1971857_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504614211096390946" /></a><br />Here is a stupid picture of Shelby. Mom is making me put it up because she thinks he is funny looking sitting like that.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9g6GfGjhV-M/TGRRdMcl-PI/AAAAAAAAES8/i30FIcxExnI/s1600/37862_1541397140999_1417061161_1442665_1047796_n-1.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9g6GfGjhV-M/TGRRdMcl-PI/AAAAAAAAES8/i30FIcxExnI/s320/37862_1541397140999_1417061161_1442665_1047796_n-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504614206552799474" /></a><br />And here is a picture of Flash the demon dog and Dad. Dad is getting ready to leave again in a few months. So just know that I expect my friends to help distract me while he is gone for the year. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9g6GfGjhV-M/TGRSqbV4-kI/AAAAAAAAETU/MW89-CX_JNM/s1600/30098_1477689868357_1417061161_1278804_6546442_n.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9g6GfGjhV-M/TGRSqbV4-kI/AAAAAAAAETU/MW89-CX_JNM/s320/30098_1477689868357_1417061161_1278804_6546442_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504615533401143874" /></a><br /><br />Later taters<br /><br />PeanutPeanuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08494474555983080784noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37102261.post-10708364274413085242010-03-03T17:20:00.002-06:002010-03-03T17:26:06.782-06:00Wordless Wednesday<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9g6GfGjhV-M/S47v2yMsJBI/AAAAAAAAERQ/CadGsp1B8zc/s1600-h/148.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9g6GfGjhV-M/S47v2yMsJBI/AAAAAAAAERQ/CadGsp1B8zc/s400/148.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444552724004480018" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9g6GfGjhV-M/S47v2ZSUPUI/AAAAAAAAERI/ZM18bXFD7nw/s1600-h/150.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9g6GfGjhV-M/S47v2ZSUPUI/AAAAAAAAERI/ZM18bXFD7nw/s400/150.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444552717317193026" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9g6GfGjhV-M/S47v1hEuLhI/AAAAAAAAERA/sMX3CpVrRZ0/s1600-h/186.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9g6GfGjhV-M/S47v1hEuLhI/AAAAAAAAERA/sMX3CpVrRZ0/s400/186.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444552702227787282" /></a>Peanuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08494474555983080784noreply@blogger.com28tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37102261.post-13071587353912249492010-02-23T16:56:00.001-06:002010-02-23T16:58:05.071-06:00Terrifying TuesdayThis is scary stuff. Watch only if you dare. Mom took this video outside our house. <br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1LcMb8a8CbY&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1LcMb8a8CbY&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Peanuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08494474555983080784noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37102261.post-88152360375792337342010-02-12T10:27:00.003-06:002010-02-12T10:37:47.210-06:00Goodbye my BFFIt is with great sadness that we say goodbye to my BFF (buff furry friend) <a href="http://dogsthatblog.blogspot.com/">Wally</a> the one and only corgador. <br />We will miss you buddy.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9g6GfGjhV-M/S3WDaJ13pjI/AAAAAAAAEMI/jdf4UvYO9pc/s1600-h/wally.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9g6GfGjhV-M/S3WDaJ13pjI/AAAAAAAAEMI/jdf4UvYO9pc/s400/wally.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437396610461443634" /></a>Peanuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08494474555983080784noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37102261.post-64367367534137159582009-11-23T12:49:00.003-06:002009-11-23T12:56:03.805-06:00It's my Birthdayand I found myself a birthday present. I dug this hole in the backyard<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9g6GfGjhV-M/SwraB6Lg-bI/AAAAAAAAEKk/UUdnDTckGuU/s1600/013.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9g6GfGjhV-M/SwraB6Lg-bI/AAAAAAAAEKk/UUdnDTckGuU/s400/013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407374028943980978" /></a><br />and buried in it was this<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9g6GfGjhV-M/SwraCeDr1bI/AAAAAAAAEKs/kdmJY-b5ePo/s1600/014.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9g6GfGjhV-M/SwraCeDr1bI/AAAAAAAAEKs/kdmJY-b5ePo/s400/014.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407374038574814642" /></a><br />we've never owned this toy so it has been in the ground for over 2 years. Oh well I love it.<br />Happy Birthday to me. :)Peanuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08494474555983080784noreply@blogger.com37tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37102261.post-4750506628982173972009-11-14T00:02:00.000-06:002009-11-14T00:02:00.404-06:00It's the boy's birthdayYes it is. He is 9 today. Happy Birthday to our boy. We love you. <br />Here is a picture he took of himself.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9g6GfGjhV-M/Sv4426fmdkI/AAAAAAAAEKY/nHaJ6WU6wCU/s1600-h/013.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9g6GfGjhV-M/Sv4426fmdkI/AAAAAAAAEKY/nHaJ6WU6wCU/s400/013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403819118957065794" /></a>Peanuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08494474555983080784noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37102261.post-75501513114261002002009-11-13T00:02:00.000-06:002009-11-13T00:11:00.485-06:00It is someone's birthdayand today she is 14 years old. She was once a cute little baby but now she's an annoying teenager. haha Just kidding. We love our girl. Happy Birthday to you. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9g6GfGjhV-M/Svz1JPS78jI/AAAAAAAAEKQ/wDXBuxqngOM/s1600-h/005.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9g6GfGjhV-M/Svz1JPS78jI/AAAAAAAAEKQ/wDXBuxqngOM/s400/005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403463192011338290" /></a><br /><br />That was her in her halloween costume.Peanuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08494474555983080784noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37102261.post-57176048104357403702009-11-11T14:23:00.001-06:002009-11-11T14:23:00.563-06:00Veterans DayToday is Veterans Day. Please remember to thank a past or present veteran today or six or one hundred of them if you can. Thank as many as you would like from as many countries as you can. <br />We say thanks to all veterans. <br />So thank you all for what have done or are doing for your countries. <br />Here is a picture of our favorite veteran ever. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9g6GfGjhV-M/SvnNtfKCN-I/AAAAAAAAEKI/_uMxNwHrDs8/s1600-h/002.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9g6GfGjhV-M/SvnNtfKCN-I/AAAAAAAAEKI/_uMxNwHrDs8/s400/002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402575409349015522" /></a><br /><br />We love you dad and are glad you are home with us this year.Peanuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08494474555983080784noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37102261.post-73538087607883431642009-11-10T14:15:00.003-06:002009-11-10T14:22:15.394-06:00My life is hardCan't you tell?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9g6GfGjhV-M/SvnKkRMS4HI/AAAAAAAAEKA/3v-UtsCrDfU/s1600-h/015.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9g6GfGjhV-M/SvnKkRMS4HI/AAAAAAAAEKA/3v-UtsCrDfU/s400/015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402571952446693490" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9g6GfGjhV-M/SvnKkEanjfI/AAAAAAAAEJ4/IaZZpuAeDk0/s1600-h/016.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9g6GfGjhV-M/SvnKkEanjfI/AAAAAAAAEJ4/IaZZpuAeDk0/s400/016.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402571949017107954" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9g6GfGjhV-M/SvnKj5GTG4I/AAAAAAAAEJw/NDwANDfT8M4/s1600-h/017.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9g6GfGjhV-M/SvnKj5GTG4I/AAAAAAAAEJw/NDwANDfT8M4/s400/017.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402571945979091842" /></a>Peanuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08494474555983080784noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37102261.post-45551853612343240892009-10-26T12:24:00.003-05:002009-10-26T12:47:59.945-05:00An updateOkay before I put up the wonderful butt picture the other day we had not blogged in forever. I'm sorry about that. So I thought I would fill you in on what's happened around here.<br /><br />Flash is still himself. He doesn't do much but hide when the storms come. He did go through a time of not wanting to eat but is all better now. He's still a dorkus though.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9g6GfGjhV-M/SuXfpLNUjTI/AAAAAAAAEJg/wVXODUGtfng/s1600-h/060.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9g6GfGjhV-M/SuXfpLNUjTI/AAAAAAAAEJg/wVXODUGtfng/s400/060.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396965626949700914" /></a><br /><br />Shelby aka fatty aka the stupid cat that lives in this house is still a stupid cat. What more do you need to know about him?<br /><br />Nothing new with Dad.<br /><br />Our girl is in the 8th grade and is almost 14 years old. Holy Moly. She thinks she knows everything as most teenagers do but she pets me so I don't care. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9g6GfGjhV-M/SuXfogT4jhI/AAAAAAAAEJI/z_o3Ou3sDsI/s1600-h/l_9386596cc32a489cab95d843dd3dbfab.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9g6GfGjhV-M/SuXfogT4jhI/AAAAAAAAEJI/z_o3Ou3sDsI/s400/l_9386596cc32a489cab95d843dd3dbfab.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396965615434501650" /></a><br /><br />Our boy is in the 3rd grade and is almost 9. He went to school for a little while but then there was some big problems with the school and now mom is homeschooling him. He is home almost all the time which is great for me and Flash. Oh and look he gets to read comic books for school. :) <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9g6GfGjhV-M/SuXfpOI-CgI/AAAAAAAAEJY/Q_98qhgB-04/s1600-h/058.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9g6GfGjhV-M/SuXfpOI-CgI/AAAAAAAAEJY/Q_98qhgB-04/s400/058.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396965627736754690" /></a><br /><br />Mom is just as lazy as ever. She never cleans but that is nothing new. If she was any lazier she would be just like Shelby. <br /><br />As for me I am just as awesome as ever. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9g6GfGjhV-M/SuXfozSDeGI/AAAAAAAAEJQ/wwlUK0jaG1Q/s1600-h/l_46f4278993b44df8af4758ea8f0e649b.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9g6GfGjhV-M/SuXfozSDeGI/AAAAAAAAEJQ/wwlUK0jaG1Q/s400/l_46f4278993b44df8af4758ea8f0e649b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396965620527102050" /></a>Peanuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08494474555983080784noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37102261.post-67159082001176301722009-10-21T12:15:00.002-05:002009-10-21T12:16:52.572-05:00Wordless Wednesday<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9g6GfGjhV-M/St9B63a8i4I/AAAAAAAAEJA/NASMYSELTKs/s1600-h/l_fe5d285e7522470494872b23dc40ed79.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9g6GfGjhV-M/St9B63a8i4I/AAAAAAAAEJA/NASMYSELTKs/s400/l_fe5d285e7522470494872b23dc40ed79.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395103358178331522" /></a>Peanuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08494474555983080784noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37102261.post-44254717870305957582009-08-07T16:55:00.003-05:002009-08-07T17:12:08.264-05:00DSAHey everyone it's me Flash and I am here for a Doggie Service Announcement. I have noticed that lately a few of my friends have written about escaping from their houses or their yards. Now my dear friends I know this seems like a good idea at the time and seems fun while you are running around your yard or down the street with your mom or dad running after you screaming but I want to tell you all about what happens when something goes wrong.<br />A few years ago I was living in Kentucky with the family. We had a nice big yard and let me tell you I loved that yard but I also liked to get out of the fence by climbing under it and go running around. Well the first few times I did it I got caught right away. One time mom and dad didn't notice right away and couldn't find me but I came back home after a few hours. But let me tell you why I am advising everyone to stay in your yard or house and never leave. <br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">BECAUSE YOU NEVER KNOW WHEN YOU ARE GOING TO GET LOST AND NOT BE ABLE TO FIND YOUR WAY HOME.</span><br />Believe me I know. So listen closely. The last time I got out of my yard. I couldn't find my way home and I was gone for 8 DAYS. I didn't have any food to eat and no one to love and pet me. I was outside in the elements and had to hide from deer and coyotes and everything else. I stunk and my nose got all scraped up and hurt. My feet hurt also. I was scared and sure that I would never make it home again. Lucky for me I finally did find my way home, as mom and dad couldn't find me at all, but not every dog is so lucky. <br />So listen to me everyone and don't run away. It isn't good. Stay home and let your people love you and feed you and pet you and love you some more and give you cookies. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9g6GfGjhV-M/SnylvDj05uI/AAAAAAAAEIg/cO2E5xmy8UY/s1600-h/012.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9g6GfGjhV-M/SnylvDj05uI/AAAAAAAAEIg/cO2E5xmy8UY/s400/012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367347083746797282" /></a><br /><br />Flash<br />who now knows better then to run offPeanuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08494474555983080784noreply@blogger.com35tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37102261.post-30925923433321176122009-08-05T12:47:00.003-05:002009-08-05T12:50:33.873-05:00TagSo our friend <a href="http://boxerdogblog.blogspot.com/">Chef</a> tagged us ages ago to do this and we are finally doing it. Sorry it has taken us so long.<br />So we had to go to our photos and go to the 6th picture in the 6th folder. This is it. It's not very good quality but it was from the day dad came home. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9g6GfGjhV-M/SnnGQL-sksI/AAAAAAAAEIY/qQ3WANcsy_I/s1600-h/006.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9g6GfGjhV-M/SnnGQL-sksI/AAAAAAAAEIY/qQ3WANcsy_I/s400/006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366538412384621250" /></a>Peanuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08494474555983080784noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37102261.post-36379370017031639802009-07-29T12:18:00.002-05:002009-07-29T12:22:59.467-05:00Wordless Wednesday<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9g6GfGjhV-M/SnCFSOOy55I/AAAAAAAAEIQ/BWKKRVX-Tcw/s1600-h/013.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9g6GfGjhV-M/SnCFSOOy55I/AAAAAAAAEIQ/BWKKRVX-Tcw/s400/013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363933704302552978" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9g6GfGjhV-M/SnCFRoqYpPI/AAAAAAAAEII/hgRz0a49Lfs/s1600-h/033.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9g6GfGjhV-M/SnCFRoqYpPI/AAAAAAAAEII/hgRz0a49Lfs/s400/033.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363933694217725170" /></a>Peanuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08494474555983080784noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37102261.post-12098016545870636642009-07-02T14:05:00.003-05:002009-07-02T14:37:20.002-05:00It's not fridaybut it's me Flash. I'm here to fill you all in on what's been going on here since we never get to blog anymore. It is just downright sad I tell you. <br /><br />Okay well it's to hot to do anything here. I want to go outside and mom won't let me. She is always saying "Flash come in here before you die of heatstroke." Big party pooper that she is.<br /><br />Go visit our cousin <a href="http://bigdiamonddog.blogspot.com/">Diamond</a>. She is back to blogging after FOREVER (Auntie Shalon was even lazier then our mom) and you all have to see the gigantico waterbowl she has in her backyard. I couldn't use it if I had one but Diamond and her little brother Pulver can. <br /><br />Our kids have been out of school for a month now. They only have a month and a half left before they go back. Our boy spends time playing video games and hanging out with his friends who live on the next street over. Our girl spends most of her time in her room texting on her phone. Mom says it is what teenagers do nowadays. They do play with us and our girl feeds us every night so we can't complain to much. <br /><br />Dad got a new job. He's still in the Army they just gave him something else to do. He doesn't like it much but what can he do? Nothing<br /><br />Mom is a lazy bones. She got done with school for the year. Her last term she got a 3.8 gpa so she had a pretty swelled head for a few weeks. Now she sits around doing nothing. She keeps talking about cleaning the house because Pappy is coming to visit next week but doesn't get off her bum to do it. She will probably start 2 days before and clean like a maniac like she usually does. <br /><br />Oh and here is a picture of the fat man because well I like that he terrorizes Peanut. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9g6GfGjhV-M/Sk0L_COhuxI/AAAAAAAAEHo/Ki4OY9n6nUY/s1600-h/004.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9g6GfGjhV-M/Sk0L_COhuxI/AAAAAAAAEHo/Ki4OY9n6nUY/s400/004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353948709570853650" /></a><br />That's the haps from here.<br /><br />Later gators <br />FlashPeanuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08494474555983080784noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37102261.post-39462940522036514972009-06-24T12:44:00.003-05:002009-06-24T12:50:02.345-05:00Photo Contest<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9g6GfGjhV-M/SkJnEUecU0I/AAAAAAAAEHg/lqnBjCiU_lo/s1600-h/730.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9g6GfGjhV-M/SkJnEUecU0I/AAAAAAAAEHg/lqnBjCiU_lo/s400/730.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350952631183102786" /></a><br />Our buddy <a href="http://ikeslife.blogspot.com/">Ike</a>, handsome fellow that he is, is having a photo contest over at his blog. He only has 3 entries so far so head on over and check it out and enter. Our entry is going in later today. <br /><br />Here are the rules copied directly from him<br /><br />The rules: email a photo of you that epitomizes summer - swimming, sunbathing, picnicing, eating wallymelon, whatever it is you do this fine time of year. Only one photo per animal (this rule can be broken if you have more than one photo that is totally pawesome - you will know if you can break the rule.)<br />All submissions must be in by 10:00pm CST on Sunday June 28.<br />My mom will pick the 5 finalists and then you will vote!<br />email: emilyandian @ gmail.com (take out the spaces)<br />Let the competition begin! Woot!Peanuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08494474555983080784noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37102261.post-16196486053680888432009-06-21T08:01:00.003-05:002009-06-21T12:35:55.717-05:00Happy Father's DayHappy Father's Day to our dad who we love lots and lots. Have fun playing your video games today. Glad you are home this father's day. <br /> Oh and mom says she would also like to wish Pappy a happy fathers day from her. Even though he probably will not read this since he is riding around the country on his motorcycle right now. And no Grammie is not with him. <br /> Here is a picture of dad and I sleeping this morning that mom took with her new phone.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9g6GfGjhV-M/Sj5uvaeJRyI/AAAAAAAAEHY/pDxAzB26RH8/s1600-h/4843_1164185230937_1417061161_449026_7038361_n.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9g6GfGjhV-M/Sj5uvaeJRyI/AAAAAAAAEHY/pDxAzB26RH8/s400/4843_1164185230937_1417061161_449026_7038361_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349835168201393954" /></a>Peanuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08494474555983080784noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37102261.post-3145711818217205972009-06-07T11:53:00.003-05:002009-06-07T12:00:02.275-05:00Happy Belated Birthday to our Grammie<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9g6GfGjhV-M/SivxzRq5gvI/AAAAAAAAEHQ/eeY89_x9Zps/s1600-h/belated_birthday_graphics_01.gif"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 296px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9g6GfGjhV-M/SivxzRq5gvI/AAAAAAAAEHQ/eeY89_x9Zps/s400/belated_birthday_graphics_01.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344631246024180466" /></a><br />As you all know our Grammie is <a href="http://grammiesk9s.blogspot.com/">Moco's</a> mom and moco is our mom's 4 legged sister. Well it was Grammie's birthday on Thursday and you know what happened? Our mom missed it!!!!!!!!! Yep she thought the 4th was friday and so she didn't even wish her own mother a happy birthday on the right day. What kind of a daughter is that? Hmmph not a very good one I tell you. Well since we had to wait for mom to help us type this post our wishes are also late but Flash and I knew Grammie's birthday was the 4th and that the 4th was Thursday and we were sending Grammie good wishes on the right day.<div>So Happy Belated Birthday Grammie. We won't tell everyone you are now 999 years old. </div><div><br /></div>Peanuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08494474555983080784noreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37102261.post-78666150689963478372009-05-27T12:33:00.002-05:002009-05-27T12:36:14.136-05:00Wordless Wednesday<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9g6GfGjhV-M/Sh15-eHESLI/AAAAAAAAEHE/TLle0Xi12No/s1600-h/010.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9g6GfGjhV-M/Sh15-eHESLI/AAAAAAAAEHE/TLle0Xi12No/s400/010.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340558847272831154" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9g6GfGjhV-M/Sh15-JFuieI/AAAAAAAAEG8/RqbbIWxL6h8/s1600-h/001.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9g6GfGjhV-M/Sh15-JFuieI/AAAAAAAAEG8/RqbbIWxL6h8/s400/001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340558841630067170" /></a>Peanuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08494474555983080784noreply@blogger.com27tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37102261.post-62867781470344652092009-05-25T12:11:00.002-05:002009-05-25T12:35:35.977-05:00On Memorial Day<div>we remember all who have died in service of their country.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9g6GfGjhV-M/ShrWrC8A53I/AAAAAAAAEG0/f8bWJ37jFyQ/s1600-h/memorial-day5smaller.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9g6GfGjhV-M/ShrWrC8A53I/AAAAAAAAEG0/f8bWJ37jFyQ/s400/memorial-day5smaller.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339816343212451698" /></a>Peanuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08494474555983080784noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37102261.post-63443640121786855182009-05-13T16:22:00.003-05:002009-05-13T16:30:28.412-05:00What goes on after school<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9g6GfGjhV-M/Sgs7N8KqaEI/AAAAAAAAEGk/Ky05xsQ44ZY/s1600-h/015.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9g6GfGjhV-M/Sgs7N8KqaEI/AAAAAAAAEGk/Ky05xsQ44ZY/s400/015.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335423294225672258" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9g6GfGjhV-M/Sgs7NtIhyrI/AAAAAAAAEGM/8FBC58MHeEY/s1600-h/012.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9g6GfGjhV-M/Sgs7NtIhyrI/AAAAAAAAEGM/8FBC58MHeEY/s400/012.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335423290190187186" /></a><div><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9g6GfGjhV-M/Sgs7N8EotLI/AAAAAAAAEGc/BxVhpZywyyo/s400/014.JPG" /><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9g6GfGjhV-M/Sgs7OGjaQuI/AAAAAAAAEGs/hbIrsAzU3hY/s400/017.JPG" /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Peanuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08494474555983080784noreply@blogger.com30tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37102261.post-34849202798178662622009-04-21T19:05:00.003-05:002009-04-21T19:43:18.604-05:00It's about timeOh my goodness we are getting no help in blogging at all. Mom says she is busy with her 5 college classes. Then last week she went into the dollar general and applied for a job. The manager hired her right there but they have to do a background check and mom hasn't heard anything back from them. She is going around the house saying they probably don't want her to work now but it would be nice if they told her that. <div>Anyway we missed blogging about Flash's adoption day last week and he is complaining about the fact that he hasn't been able to blog in forever so mom promised to help him on friday.</div><div><br /></div><div>Now on to what you all want to hear about My mortal enemy. Okay well mom says it is more of my nemesis but I like mortal enemy better so that is what I go with. Now you all know how I can open almost anything. The fridge (which is why there is a babylock on it). The oven and the broiler. I can open doors sometimes also. Well mom and dad had the trash can on top of the fridge but my boy couldn't reach it and was leaving trash just whenever. Then they put it in the laundry room but even with a baby guard on the door knob I would sometimes get it open and help myself. So mom went searching for trash cans. She bought this thing.</div><div><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9g6GfGjhV-M/Se5mK8jpoKI/AAAAAAAAEGE/vFflqH2W4bo/s400/can.gif" /></div><div><br /></div><div>Now we've had it for a little while and I hate it. I wouldn't even allow her to put up a picture of the real one that resides in our house. It is awful. I can not get that thing open no matter how hard I try. Mom actually laughs at me now when I try. Let me tell you. I am not happy. I am not happy at all. My goal is to get into this trash can and get the yummy goodness inside but so far it hasn't worked. </div><div>Okay mom is making me put a link to the trash can. <a href="http://doggy-safe.com">Here it is</a>. Oh and she also wanted to point out that it comes with stuff to anchor it to a wall but she hasn't used that and I still can't get it open. She says it was really expensive but it was worth every penny. I think she should have spent her money on something else.</div>Peanuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08494474555983080784noreply@blogger.com32