I know, it must be like two months at this point, I have no excuse. Things have been going on and I haven’t been telling you about them. I know this severely stunts your day.  Not only that, it’s August and work is slower than latex paint on a radiator (??), so why don’t I jot a few things down during the day?

Like I said, no excuse. I go through these phases.  So. To catch you up on the one or two mildly interesting things that are going on, I will combine them into one post with short descriptions. Please post questions in the comments.

First, we are seeing the light at the end of the tunnel for the basement. Or the light at the end of the stage one tunnel at least. We have installed new floor in the living/kitchen area and thusly designated a living vs. kitchen area in the main room. All we have left to do is buy doors for the closet and laundry area, touch up paint in the bedroom, tile the bedroom floor and hallway and um yeah CLEAN.  Stage one complete, we rent it out to some poor homeless Howard University student content with no kitchen, stash away that money and then spend it all at Ikea for a proper kitchen area. Done and done.

Take heed, that is not wood or laminate wood floor but the inexpensive, resilient cousin, vinyl!

Take heed, that is not wood or laminate wood floor but the inexpensive, resilient cousin, vinyl!

The second thing that happened is that Javier’s face nearly exploded!

No more walks to Rock Creek Park for you mister!

No more walks to Rock Creek Park for you mister!

Fortunately some ice and 3/8 of a benadryl brought the swelling down. I would have liked to have a heart attack when I first noticed his face (the bloating came on rather suddenly after a walk) the poor lamb. My first thought was, “Oh my god, he got in a fight with the rat” and my second thought was, “Oh my god, he ate a hypodermic needle off the sidewalk.”

The third and somewhat less interesting thing is that we got tomatoes.  On the plants ok. My own tomatoes that I sowed into the earth with love finally came to fruition like seven months later.  And promptly got blossom end rot.  We’re watering less and crossing our fingers more that the next round takes a bit better.  Now if only I can get the peppers to bloom too.

The maters in happier times.

The 'maters in happier times.

Finally, I leave you with the happy news that we still have three dogs, which should come as no surprise to anyone. And as I like to fill this blog with as many cute pictures of chihuahuas as I can, I leave you with the following regal gentleman.

Yeah. Hes in the toy box.

Yeah. He's in the toy box.

Salty Chihuahuas from mmhorn on Vimeo.

I have a confession.  We added a third dog to our family.  I haven’t mentioned this for about a month now because animals now outnumber humans in the house and that is borderline weird maybe.  I mean, I’m completely comfortable with it, but I can totally see how this might be viewed as “irresponsible”. I just view it as awesome.

So here’s what happened: Matt somehow came across this woman/irresponsible college student who had just bought a puppy a week ago and had suddenly come to the realization that it was not a good idea.  Matt’s immediate instinct was to snatch this baby up and bring it into our fold.  Yes, he had seen the picture.  The puppy (who this girl had obnoxiously named Spencer – oh hell no) is the spitting-freaking-image of my Dad’s dog, Cheech.  And he’s a long hair. Which is what Matt has always wanted in a chihuahua.

The other dogs now stand in Sonnys shadow.

The other dogs now stand in Sonny's shadow.

We agreed that it would be a good idea to at least meet the puppy.  If this girl was looking for a good home for the dog, we would certainly be it, although neither of us were sure if it was a good idea (then again, what really is the difference between two little dogs and three?).  So the girl came over that night with her mom and the puppy.  Javier and Maya were intrigued at first but they got along after several minutes of the standard butt sniffing and now the three of them are the best of friends.  After the meeting, we agreed that the dog was awesome and that we would certainly rename him, but we decided it wasn’t the best idea for right now.  Matt called the chick the next day, who was decidedly disappointed.  She had liked the idea that he would have other young dogs to play with, two experienced dog owners and a family member who could get us good/free vet care (Matt’s mom’s works at a vet, for those who don’t know).  We were sad and a little bit regretful, but thought we had done the right thing… until she came back with a much lower price on him in addition to her reasons for wanting us to have him.  We had to help a sister out, of course, and also, the puppy was awesome.

So here he is, our newest family member, Sonny Coreleone Scouten (Matt picked the first name, Matt gets the surname).  Our plan is currently that we will take him and train him and make him a good dog (this might be tough, he loves biting ears) and maybe rehome him with a forever family.  We already have good friends who have a little bit of a crush on the guy and they would make a great pack together, and plus we would still get to see him frequently.

I already have the greatest dog story to share now that we have the three totally used to each other.  It is unarguably the cutest thing in the world ever to happen.  Matt was working his double shift the other night, so it was just me and the dogs and we went up to bed early to watch some TV. When I finished watching To Catch a Predator, I got up to do my teeth and take out contacts and just left the dogs in the room (the gate was up so they couldn’t follow me) – they were asleep under the covers anyway and probably had no intention of moving. Well when I came back from the bathroom, all three of them were sitting next to each other on the corner of the bed looking at the door waiting for me.  I said “aw you guys!” to them and they all three reacted at the exact same time (Maya did her signature head tilt, Javi opened his mouth to grin and Sonny waved his ears back) so I came into the room with my arms out to hug them all for being awesome and they all three got up at the same time and started wagging their tails and getting excited.  It was freaking adorable.

Having dogs is so cool.

Sonny always has some sort of stick or bit of something in his mouth.

Sonny always has some sort of stick or bit of something in his mouth.

Sorry for how much this category has been lacking. I’m buying a house, which does not excuse me from finding golden opportunities like this one:

He did this to himself, no joke.

He did this to himself, no joke.

Megan: Where are they?

Matt:

Megan (walking toward the bedroom, spots a scrap of toilet paper on the floor) Oh no… oh no, oh no no no no no. Oh my god. Oh no. What did you do?????!?!?!

Matt:  What?

Megan: Come in here and look at what your children did!

Matt (starting to pay attention) What? No, I’m not going in there.

Megan: No come in here and look what they did. Oh my god. Dogs!

This happened to us tonight.

This happened to us tonight.

Hello internet, long time no write.

I don’t know precisely what is going to happen here. A container for my rants and raves, possibly. A documentation of buying a house? Hilarious pictures of chihuahuas? Links to things other people have done well? A scratch pad of writing exercises? Notes on books I’m reading?

I don’t really make New Years resolutions, not because I have a problem with them, but it has never been one of those traditions I found particularly interesting or useful.  I guess it’s just not how I roll.  But the truth is, I am turning 30 later this year and the abstract period in my life is coming to a close.  Yeah, I’m always going to be someone without a real career or a traditional adulthood (marriage, house, baby, scrapbooks, PTA) but it is just about time to become the kick ass adult my parents and grandmother have been waiting on me to become.  I’m in a long-term relationship (more on my thoughts about marriage later), I own dogs, I’m getting ready to buy a house (more on that too, obviously), I have a 401K.

Things are as they should be, it seems, and while everything is far, far, FAR from being perfect, I’m deciding to be ok with it all and roll with what comes.  I suppose that’s my goal here – to talk with you and work out exactly what it is I should and should not freak out about.  Most likely I will freak out. Often. Everything will be urgent and dire and you will think to yourselves, wtf Horn.  It’s ok. I’ll work it out.

(And now for those hilarious pictures of chihuahuas I promised.)