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[/caption]I never leave "presents" around the house, only outside
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[/caption]"I certainly didn't unroll and tangle up all your yarn Mom"
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So I actually did it... I came home with another puppy. Third time I have came home with a new little family member without Justin's acknowledgment or consent. Hence, his anger over the whole thing. (Side note: I got the pup the same day I rearranged the closets... bad idea) I had been thinking lately that Trixie needs a little buddy. Of course she loves playing with her brothers, but sometimes a girl just needs a little sister, who will eventually equal her in size. Trix is very spoiled and basically a snobby puppy. I baby her to no end. I felt that she needed a playmate so she wouldn't be so dependent and have to be by my side 100% of the time. So I found a cute little 8 week old yorkie and brought her home, obviously before Justin came home from work, obviously. Justin was furious, Trixie hated her and me... she growled and bullied poor Penny and totally ignored me. Two weeks later and Trix and Penny are two peas in a pod. They wrestle and play and keep each other busy. Its wonderful. Justin has forgiven me but has made it clear no more of these shenanigans.. do you think a bunny or a baby duck would count? I'm thinking he just meant dogs... 
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[/caption][caption id="attachment_132" align="aligncenter" width="300" caption="A dream come true"]
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Two weekends ago we went camping. Isn't camping fun? The s'mores, campfire, cute red tent and smell of nature. Well.... we had all of that more. Let me start by saying that we went camping at Folsom lake, Beals Point to be exact. We didn't trek up in to the mountains to explore the great outdoors, we drove 15 minutes up the road for our great expedition. That may have been our first mistake. We arrived early Friday evening truck packed, Hartwin in the back and big grins on our face. We wanted our campsite to be out in the boonies, maybe the furthest one away. We wanted to feel alone in the wilderness where bears could attack our food and we slept with our pocket knifes. Maybe we would even get lost and have to kill a mountain lion for food to survive. Well, our spot ended up being one of the first ones on the camping loop, right next to the road. But that wasn't the bad part. Right across from us was a Citrus Heights (ghetto town of Sacramento area) family reunion. Are you kidding me? Instead of listening to the birds, crickets and sounds of the forest, we got to thug out to all the dirty rap music we wanted. With their lowered trucks and loud sound systems blasting at all hours at night, it wasn't quite what we expected. Then are neighbors arrived at about 10pm. Oh boy. Not sure what they were on or experimenting with but they stayed up all night jabbing away only to go to bed around 8am the next day. If we had been comfy cozy in our cute red tent, we may have been able to block it out... well, being that I haven't been camping since high school, I forgot that no padding under your sleeping bag is pure hell. Hip bones, back bones, elbows and other bones we didn't even know existed dug into the hard ground. My sweet husband went to Costco the net day and bought us an air mattress. I suppose camping in town has its advantages. 
Day two... we are hiking and walking around the lake, eating foil meals and enough s'mores for a family of 8. Then comes the other neighbor. I would take the Eminem, 50 cent and Snoop Dogg any day over this fruit loop. For one, he was obsessed with Hartwin and kept joking that he was going to take him. Two, he told the most horrific jokes... blonde jokes, sex jokes, political jokes, and racist. He would not leave us alone. He hung at our campsite for hours. Everytime he would finally walk away to go back to his site, 5 minutes later he returned with more jokes about the "ragheads" walking by. His vodka hidden in his lipton raspberry tea bottle raised his voice 5 octaves which resulted in him shouting "Wheres the snipers" and "go back to your country" in regards to the poor Muslim and Israeli people walking by to their campsite. Luckily I was reading a book so I buried myself in that and let Justin suffer. Sorry honey. All in all, we had a great time, learned how to pitch a tent, start a fire and fully enjoyed roughing it. Next time I think we will actually go out of our area to camp, somewhere that's too far for Citrus Heights people to go to. 
