Our dog is growing. Okay, this is an understatement. The ball of fuzz we brought home in the beginning of August was 9 pounds and as of the middle of last week, he weighed 65 pounds.

Picture me bringing home a new bathroom scale. Next, picture me hopping on the cheap piece of junk, coaxing Koda over, picking him up and waiting 9 long seconds as the digital scale proceeds to blink over and over while it's apparently got a "I'm thinking about what your total weight might be... almost got it... okay, just a few more seconds and theeen I'll have your weight for you..." feature built in. (Note to self: the maximum weight you can carry in both hands while hunched over and teetering on a bathroom scale is 65 pounds)

Koda's breed is good if you've got a flock of sheep and want to keep them on your land. In lieu of a hilltop and flock of sheep, Koda's got our staircase that overlooks our picturesque living room and three crazy roomates that sometimes run around in circles out in the backyard together simply to make him feel like the working dog he was meant to be.

Koda's favorite spot is this staircase, which was great back on October 13 when he was 25 pounds and could fit his fluffy butt and legs on the stairs. Now fast-forward 3.5 months, and he's more than doubled in size and has to utilize a crazy 45 degree angle leg maneuvar to prop himself up as he literally spills over one stair to the other. We don't have the heart to break it to him that it is entirely possible that he will have 45+ more pounds to contend with. Maybe my dad can help me build a jumbo staircase that we can wheel in from the garage every morning so Koda can eternally enjoy his favorite spot.

ah, the nostalgia

After several hours of doing internet research on art fairs, I have grown weary of the task and must amuse myself through providing incriminating photos.

These are from Brandon's last birthday. It was one of my favorite nights ever.


Here the ladies offer up our best 1993 dance moves.

Brandon, Dan (Justin's brother), Cara and Justin having the time of their lives, Dirty Dancing style.


A little something I like to do after shouting, "SISTER WORM!" in unison with my sister.

Ow-- my head hurts. I should have been in bed at 9:00 p.m., but anyone who knows me knows that I will stay up and be a night owl no matter how I'm feeling or what my body is telling me. How silly is that?

I made cupcakes tonight. There were 12, and now I am afraid there are only 7 left. And there are just 2 of us home tonight. Oops. Sometimes having too many cupcakes is good for the soul, right? That's what I heard on Oprah last week.

I am delirious, so must hit the sheets.

Everyone's blogs have been so quiet lately! I haven't had much energy for anything other than posting dog pictures lately. It's rough- not sure if it's a post-holiday thing or what. How's everyone else been? Bored, tired, busy?