I want to know one thing.....

why is it so darn hard find a great pair of jeans??? I mean honestly, I spent 5 hours Saturday looking for a normal pair of dark wash jeans that looked decent on me. Last year all I could find were the skinny jeans. The name is very misleading. They do nothing to make you look skinny. If however you are not the size of a toothpick your body ends up resembling an upside down pear.

Saturday I was only lucky enough to find one pair of jeans in my price range that were not either skinny nor the ever popular flare style. The Flare style is even more unappealing than the skinny jean. It sucks to your rear end, down to your knees then it "flares" out, hence the name, at the bottom. Some of the jeans flare so much that you don't even have to worry about what shoes you are wearing because no one will be able to see them.

I know I could have waltzed into The Buckle and easily picked out several pairs of $90+ jeans that would have fit perfectly, but not on my current budget. So off I went to the other stores in search of the elusive "perfect pair of jeans". I have to say I am happy with the pair I found at American Eagle. I was even happier to find I could wear a size smaller than I thought. Still, I just can't believe how hard it is for a normal person to go out and find a pair of jeans. I'll step down off my soap box now:)

I just don't get it

After two days of ice and snow I was sure that we were pass the chance of loosing our electricity. That's what I get for thinking too much. Low and behold, around 7:15 tonight, click the power goes out and here we all sit in the dark.

Thank goodness my hubby was home to help get some light in the house. It was so dark you couldn't see your hand in front of your face. My main concern was that it would get too cold in the house. Poogie has a terrible cough and I am trying to keep her from getting sicker. She felt so bad today she did not fight me about staying home from the YMCA, which was a miracle. She did miss Sweet Pea desperately, but she just didn't feel like going.

I was quite down in the dumps when I got to the Y today. Things have not been going well with hubby's job. The weather has been dealing them fits, so they haven't been working as much. But, thanks to two of my best girlfriends at the Y I felt a little better today. What is nice about talking to them was that I found it's not just me that worries about all this stuff we all do. It doesn't seem so bad when you know others are dealing with the same thing. So thanks girls, you know who you are.

Well, the house is warm, Poogie is asleep and not coughing, so off I am going to bed.

Our pets.

I have been inspired by my Poogie's sweet friend (who I will now call Sweet Pea) who received an adorable puppy for her birthday to put a few pics of our sweet pets on my blog.

Allow me to introduce Claudy Mae aka Pus. Poogie named her Puss in Boots when we adopted her. Her name was Claudette when we got her, but no one really liked it. So Poogie named her and the name stuck. However, it is quite embarrassing to call her by that name so in public we call her Claudy Mae. We have identified her to be a Russian Blue cat. What's funny is that she doesn't really act like a cat. She runs, or I should say gallops like a horse. Stealth is not her strong suit. She begs at the table like a dog and will eat almost anything. In her free time she likes to give our Chihuahua a tongue bath.

While our cat doesn't act like a cat, our dog, Buffy, believes that she is actually a child, just like Poogie and TT. She is the first person my hubby must greet upon coming home. If not she pouts something terrible. She loves snow and likes to try to catch snowflakes in her mouth. That is what lead to the photo of her. We had some sand delivered for our swimming pool two summers ago and she dove into it like it was snow. We all laughed until we cried at her wild behavior. She barks like a T-Rex but runs at the first sight of trouble. She is unusual, but that's okay. She is a perfect fit for our unusual family.

Without our pets our lives would not be near as interesting as they are now. They are our friends, without whom life would be quite lonely.