drumming is like trying to pat your head and rub your belly at the same time. I don't know how the boy does it.

Linus had discovered the back of Doug's computer chair. it has now become his favorite place to observe from. it cracks me up, because he acts like he's King Shit sitting on his throne.

about a man with big feet. hehe. I got the boy to walk around in my heels, but it would have been SO MUCH BETTER if he'd have let me paint the nails first...everyone knows you don't wear heels like this without a little nail pamper first.

and because I promised him I would, I have to tell you...while he managed to walk around on them just fine, when I put them on...it took me about 30 seconds to fall on my ass. and skin my knee. and jam my finger. LOL sad. very, very sad.

Doug and Linus go together like peas and carrots. LOL

almost done...last pour...just dry already so we can finish!! :)

I know this is totally out of focus, but I LOVE love love this picture of Doug, contemplating the rain, and weather (harhar, get that? WEATHER) or not it will ruin his freshly finished driveway. believe you me, I was PISSED when I realized I didn't get this in focus.

Dougalicious, that's who!! we went bowling with Tony and Larry for 2 rounds...and the next day, Doug woke up to a swollen, red finger/tip. turns out, he broke/dislocated the tip. now I ask you...do YOU know anyone who's gotten injured bowling? there's not even braggin' rights to that one. *giggle*

all of these photos involve a tad bit of alcohol...eh, unfortunately, I'm the drunkard in every one. both in front of and behind ye ole camera.

I do have to say tho...the first picture of Doug is the EXACT same face he made when I took the furminator to his chesty hairs. yes. I really did. and it was quite funny. (torture isn't just reserved for the cat OR the guinea pigs. I am indescriminate!)

hrmm...honey, WHAT are you doing?

why use a wheel barrow when you've got the room to drive the whole damn load right where it needs to be. seriously. grass grows back, eh?

pee.ess. very nice ass.

this is inevidably what happens every time I try to use Doug as a model. sooner or later...the crack up begins. he'll never be a "model" but I don't really mind, because it gives me the opportunity to capture gems like these. he has the most beautiful smile.

the simple truth is, while I can live my life without touching/kissing/talking to Doug every day...I don't have to like it, and I damn well don't (like it, that is).

not waking up to him...? I walk around just feeling...off. like I'm missing a major part of me, but still functioning somehow. and yes, I am aware that this makes me sound like a rediculous romantic twit who is head over heels in love...but isn't THAT GRAND?

Hunny Bunny Schnookum Bear (awww...sappy!), I'm glad you were able to get the hell outta here for at least part of your vacation...just know that you were missed.

today is Doug and I's anniversary...6 YEAR anniversary! and in all that time, I can only remember two "knock down blowout at this moment I hate you" fights.

now, you might find it odd and a tad unromantic that I would even bring that up...but to me? it is a testimate to just how much we love and respect each other.

we don't snap, we don't yell, we don't talk down to each other. we tease and laugh and love. we genuinely enjoy each other. and considering how extemely rare that is...its well worth bragging about.

Doug was kind enough last night to entertain the herd while I cleaned their cage. when I got done, I noticed I had practically lost him under a pile o' piggies! I really like these photos because they show how Skids , who's only 5 months old, is already as long as Hammy . he's going to be one big pig!

"Liz, you're going to be proud of me! I'm throwing these boots away today!"

"no way!! WHY?....ooohhhh. yeah, they're a little worn."

Doug ? he's not known for pitching...well, anything. (unlike me. I have the annoying tendancy to pitch things and then need them the very next day.) I'm quite shocked (and yes, PROUD) that he didn't actually have them re-soled. *giggle*

last weekend Doug and I headed out to the Ozarks to see the boat races (and mostly to get the hell out of dodge...stir crazy much?). it was a weekend of new experiences for me. first time pulling a trailer (strait forward and strait backward, but still!), first time shooting Doug 's 45 (thank god I missed the bald eagle flying overhead), first time seeing a bald eagle in the wild...

first time riding a jet ski. I was convinced I was going to die before I even got on the thing, and when Doug ran it full speed in our little cove, I didn't change my mind. in fact, that's exactly the reponse I gave him when he asked what I thought..."I am going to DIE!! *giggle, giggle*."

but NOTHING could have prepared me for what it would be like riding that thing out on the main channel. boat races=5 million boats (nope, not exaggerating). you know what else boat races=? waves so high you might as well be in the middle of the ocean. at one point we came down from a wave so hard I swear I lost 3 inches of height. and you know what? I LOVED EVERY SECOND OF IT. every.single.second. and I cannot WAIT to do it again.

chesty hair curlies over the top of a man's shirt? sexy. and also cute.

I convinced Doug to shave his goatie into a handlebar moustache, because he loves me. how long he makes it before shaving it all off and starting over? depends on how harassed he gets about it. LOL but I LOVE IT.

he paid me back though by sneaky attacking me with shaving cream. my hair smelled all old spicey like a man.

Doug asked me to do some photo-ing for a new Facebook profile picture. I? jumped on it because he is my favorite subject and usually gets annoyed when I snap 30 pictures in a row of him. some I can't show because I told him "work it baby"...and he did. these are my favorites of the family friendly ones. he is so damn photogenic!! *snort* and his cousin is the model?!!

note to self. MUST WORK ON NOT CUTTING OFF THE TIPPY TOPS OF HEADS!