I'm going to come on out and say that I hate xanga. It has made my life miserable and trapped me in its clenches not allowing me to move to my new love Wordpress.com. (insert sounds of me spitting on the ground xanga walks on.)

For those who love xanga still, I am okay with that. I just warn you to never compare the greener grass on the other side because even if you want to, you can never leave xanga. There is no way to easily export a xanga blog to any other superior blog technology such as blogger, wordpress, live journal, etc. They intended it that way and are lying in some dark lair underground writhing their thumbs and shouting mwahahahaha.

I'm going to attemp to post more often (yes again for like the 87th time) at marlajoann.wordpress.com, where the sun always shines and they trust that if you ever want to leave them they have to let you go like in that Mariah Carey Butterfly song.

So long xanga troubleshooting suckas! I'm out.

They are EVERYWHERE.

I wouldn't classify myself as an outdoors person, but I tried to be a good wife and plant some cute flowers in my front and back yard. It went well until about the fourth begonia. Then I was brutally ravaged by a frog that landed directly on me. Did he think I was a lilly pad? And I was all like, ewww... there is a frog on my leg, hey JOHN there is frog on my leg, JOHN! Then said frog jumped, I screamed. It was over.

Yea... no one came to my rescue. And John planted the rest of the flowers because I don't do that anymore.

The next night on our walk through the neighborhood, John stepped directly on another little guy and you could totally hear the squish.

Karma suckers!

John repeatedly told me when I begged for a puppy that the true sign of a good dog is them being able to hold a treat on their nose until you tell them they can eat it. Then they must perfect the treat flicking until they can toss it up in the air and properly catch it in their mouth. (I know... dream big, right?)

So, to ensure that my husband finds love in his heart for my new puppy best friend, Millie and I have been working to perfect her trick. (I think he likes her, but he just doesn't act like it yet.) It quite possibly could be due to the fact that she eats his socks whenever she gets the chance and bloody baby teeth fall out of her head onto our carpet each time we give her a delicious cow ear treat. I'll admit life was more simple before Millie, but she's just so stinkin' cute. Did I mention she was CUTE?

She is just now getting stable enough to hold her nose in one place. Before, when I said stay, her body wouldn't move but her head would flail about like a bobble-head hula girl on the dash of a car, you know, kind of like Stevie Wonder. So now... we've got that part down. Her only problem is how to retrieve the treat from her snout without going cross-eyed and dropping it on the floor. (See example below.)

This clip warms my heart... Hopefully it will warm John's someday, too. He just now learned to love the cat who turned three last Saturday. I think the dog purchase made him love the cat more. But I know he sneakily gives her nice pats behind her ears.

Oh, and yes, I've become those annoying pet parents that I used to make fun of. She does not, however, sleep in my bed... yet....