Dog for Sale. Actually, dog for free.

So, after much consideration, we Perkinses have decided that we just aren't cut out to be pet owners. Our dog is not bad, we just don't enjoy animals. We don't like to pet them or play with them or walk them. I don't like to clean up after them. Thus, we are looking to give our dog away. He is a little over a year old, black miniature schnauzer. He is teachable. Even I (being the terrible pet owner that I am) have taught him to sit, stay, back up, and roll over. You can put a dog treat on the floor in front of him and he won't go for it until you tell him "okay." I was really proud of that trick! He is also fabulous with kids. Natty will lay right on top of him and he just rolls over and licks her face. He likes to play and likes to be loved. We paid a couple hundred (ugh) dollars for him in May of 2007. If you know anyone who would like a dog--send them my way!!!

p.s. We have all his gear to give away with him---leashes, bowls, toys, crates, even a little polo shirt.

Potty Talk

So we decided to take this last Tuesday off in honor of Veteran's Day. Being homeschooled and self-employed, we often work through the holidays and take our vacations while everyone else is in school. But, this time the call of Seattle was just too strong and we couldn't stand to stay cooped up in our house all day. After weighing our options carefully, we opted to catch lunch at Paseo and then head over to the Seattle Art Museum.

Paseo was DELICIOUS! It is a caribbean restaurant that specializes in the tastiest sandwiches created by mere mortal. They are seasoned so incredibly well. The taste is indescribable. I highly recommend this place.

Then we headed off to SAM. It was our first visit to Seattle's Art Museum. Now, I gotta be honest with you guys. I enjoy going to art museums, but I have no idea what is going on in most art pieces. I don't know what the artist is trying to say or why the piece is poignant enough to be placed in a museum rather than on a hotel room wall. Even so, I can appreciate the fact that beauty is in the eye of the beholder and that it is admirable to see things from different points of view. That being said, one of the pieces in the modern art section of the museum was a toilet. Literally. It was a brightly colored, much adorned toilet. Upon closer inspection I found that there was actually, *ahem*, poo in the potty. Seriously, art museum? Poo is art? How much did they pay for said poo? Is there a way that I can sell pictures of poo to finance my children's education? I may not be Picasso or Rembrandt, but I can certainly manage a likeness of a bm for the right price. Perhaps I am an artist after all...

6 Quirks

I have been tagged to list 6 of my quirks. I was actually tagged a while back, but I couldn't think of any. I think I am pretty normal. That is, I thought I was pretty normal. Since I was having trouble coming up with some on my own, I asked Chad for help. His response? "Dude. Name anything. You have a lot of quirks." Huh? Excuse me? I was perplexed. I expected him to say something to the effect that I am a delight to live with and it was impossible to think of anything quirky. So, I asked him to expound. What is quirky about everything I do? To which he responded, "I don't know. Name anything." Well, fine then. I won't list my fear of talking on the phone or getting crumbs in my bed, because those have been addressed on previous posts. Apparently it shouldn't be a problem coming up with 6 new ones...

1. I can't go to bed with dirty feet. I will wash my feet before retiring at night unless I've worn socks all day long and I am positive that my feet are squeaky clean.

2. I refuse to watch scary movies, or any show that reenacts crimes of any sort, if I know Chad will have to go on a business trip anytime in the foreseeable future. I just know that if I do, I will see something that will give me nightmares while he is away.

3. I am super scared of losing my cell phone. So scared that I will reach into my purse every 15 minutes or so to make sure that it is still there. (That thing has my calendar, my address book, my pictures, my music--everything on it!)

4. I can't eat a meal until all the dishes from the previous meal are washed and put away (i.e. I won't eat lunch until that cereal bowl sitting in the sink has been taken care of)

5. I am a sucker for the underdog. Always have been. I would take the brooder with a Bunsen burner over the captain of the football team any day.

6. I hate putting away laundry. I will wash it and fold it, but it'll sit in the laundry basket for weeks.

Geez. Maybe Chad was on to something here. This really makes me sound a little like an obsessive compulsive control freak. Naw. If that were true, my house would be way cleaner...

I tag Courtney, Busy Wheelers, Cranston 5, Todd & Jess, Candace and McAngela. Or whoever wants to.

Yay!

Last Friday, the kids and I made a trip out to Issaquah to visit my sister-in-law at her new photography studio. It was so much fun and she did an amazing job. I love the way the pictures aren't posed. It really looks like the kids! Anyways, she did an incredible job. Thanks so much Angela!!!

p.s. To any of you who aren't grandparents/aunts/uncles of Mikey and Natty, I apologize for the extremely picture heavy blog!!!