<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3552589229465666465</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:01:55.354-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wilson &amp; Henry</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonandhenry.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552589229465666465/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonandhenry.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Wilson &amp;amp; Henry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00534883251701314011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/R-RDIyXFycI/AAAAAAAAAAU/rOFuVCRobpw/S220/wilsonhenry.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3552589229465666465.post-8212221650686830528</id><published>2008-08-05T10:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T11:14:56.632-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The lazy man's post, made even more lazy by yours truly</title><content type='html'>1) Bold those you have read.&lt;br /&gt;2) Italicize those you intend to read.&lt;br /&gt;3) Underline the books you LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;4) Reprint this list in your own blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not actually going to italicize and underline - I'm lazy.  Suffice it to say I have loved all the books on this list and that I intend to read the rest at some point over the next 50 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 The Lord of the Rings - JRR Tolkien&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 Jane Eyre - Charlotte Bronte&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 Harry Potter series - JK Rowling&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;5 To Kill a Mockingbird - Harper Lee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 The Bible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 Wuthering Heights - Emily Bronte&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Nineteen Eighty Four - George Orwell&lt;br /&gt;9 His Dark Materials - Philip Pullman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10 Great Expectations - Charles Dickens&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11 Little Women - Louisa M Alcott&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 Tess of the D'Urbervilles - Thomas Hardy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13 Catch 22 - Joseph Heller&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 Complete Works of Shakespeare&lt;br /&gt;15 Rebecca - Daphne Du Maurier&lt;br /&gt;16 The Hobbit - JRR Tolkien&lt;br /&gt;17 Birdsong - Sebastian Faulks&lt;br /&gt;18 Catcher in the Rye - JD Salinger&lt;br /&gt;19 The Time Traveller's Wife - Audrey Niffenegger&lt;br /&gt;20 Middlemarch - George Eliot&lt;br /&gt;21 Gone With The Wind - Margaret Mitchell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22 The Great Gatsby - F Scott Fitzgerald&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23 Bleak House - Charles Dickens&lt;br /&gt;24 War and Peace - Leo Tolstoy&lt;br /&gt;25 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy - Douglas Adams&lt;br /&gt;26 Brideshead Revisited - Evelyn Waugh&lt;br /&gt;27 Crime and Punishment - Fyodor Dostoyevsky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28 Grapes of Wrath - John Steinbeck&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29 Alice in Wonderland - Lewis Carroll&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 The Wind in the Willows - Kenneth Grahame&lt;br /&gt;31 Anna Karenina - Leo Tolstoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;32 David Copperfield - Charles Dickens&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;33 Chronicles of Narnia - CS Lewis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34 Emma - Jane Austen&lt;br /&gt;35 Persuasion - Jane Austen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;36 The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe - CS Lewis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;37 The Kite Runner - Khaled Hosseini&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38 Captain Corelli's Mandolin - Louis De Bernieres&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;39 Memoirs of a Geisha - Arthur Golden&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;40 Winnie the Pooh - AA Milne&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;41 Animal Farm - George Orwell&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;42 The Da Vinci Code - Dan Brown&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;43 One Hundred Years of Solitude - Gabriel Garcia Marquez&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;44 A Prayer for Owen Meaney - John Irving&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45 The Woman in White - Wilkie Collins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;46 Anne of Green Gables - LM Montgomery&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47 Far From The Madding Crowd - Thomas Hardy&lt;br /&gt;48 The Handmaid's Tale - Margaret Atwood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;49 Lord of the Flies - William Golding&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50 Atonement - Ian McEwan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;51 Life of Pi - Yann Martel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52 Dune - Frank Herbert&lt;br /&gt;53 Cold Comfort Farm - Stella Gibbons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;54 Sense and Sensibility - Jane Austen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55 A Suitable Boy - Vikram Seth&lt;br /&gt;56 The Shadow of the Wind - Carlos Ruiz Zafon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;57 A Tale Of Two Cities - Charles Dickens&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;58 Brave New World - Aldous Huxley&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;59 The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time - Mark Haddon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60 Love In The Time Of Cholera - Gabriel Garcia Marquez&lt;br /&gt;61 Of Mice and Men - John Steinbeck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;62 Lolita - Vladimir Nabokov&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63 The Secret History - Donna Tartt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;64 The Lovely Bones - Alice Sebold&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65 Count of Monte Cristo - Alexandre Dumas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;66 On The Road - Jack Kerouac&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67 Jude the Obscure - Thomas Hardy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;68 Bridget Jones's Diary - Helen Fielding&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69 Midnight's Children - Salman Rushdie&lt;br /&gt;70 Moby Dick - Herman Melville&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;71 Oliver Twist - Charles Dickens&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72 Dracula - Bram Stoker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;73 The Secret Garden - Frances Hodgson Burnett&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;74 Notes From A Small Island - Bill Bryson&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75 Ulysses - James Joyce&lt;br /&gt;76 The Bell Jar - Sylvia Plath&lt;br /&gt;77 Swallows and Amazons - Arthur Ransome&lt;br /&gt;78 Germinal - Emile Zola&lt;br /&gt;79 Vanity Fair - William Makepeace Thackeray&lt;br /&gt;80 Possession - AS Byatt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;81 A Christmas Carol - Charles Dickens&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82 Cloud Atlas - David Mitchell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;83 The Color Purple - Alice Walker&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84 The Remains of the Day - Kazuo Ishiguro&lt;br /&gt;85 Madame Bovary - Gustave Flaubert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;86 A Fine Balance - Rohinton Mistry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;87 Charlotte's Web - EB White&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;88 The Five People You Meet In Heaven - Mitch Albom&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89 Adventures of Sherlock Holmes - Sir Arthur Conan Doyle&lt;br /&gt;90 The Faraway Tree Collection - Enid Blyton&lt;br /&gt;91 Heart of Darkness - Joseph Conrad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;92 The Little Prince - Antoine De Saint-Exupery&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93 The Wasp Factory - Iain Banks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;94 Watership Down - Richard Adams&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95 A Confederacy of Dunces - John Kennedy Toole&lt;br /&gt;96 A Town Like Alice - Nevil Shute&lt;br /&gt;97 The Three Musketeers - Alexandre Dumas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;98 Hamlet - William Shakespeare&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;99 Charlie and the Chocolate Factory - Roald Dahl&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100 Les Miserables - Victor Hugo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3552589229465666465-8212221650686830528?l=wilsonandhenry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonandhenry.blogspot.com/feeds/8212221650686830528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3552589229465666465&amp;postID=8212221650686830528' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552589229465666465/posts/default/8212221650686830528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552589229465666465/posts/default/8212221650686830528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonandhenry.blogspot.com/2008/08/lazy-mans-post-made-even-more-lazy-by.html' title='The lazy man&apos;s post, made even more lazy by yours truly'/><author><name>Wilson &amp;amp; Henry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00534883251701314011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/R-RDIyXFycI/AAAAAAAAAAU/rOFuVCRobpw/S220/wilsonhenry.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3552589229465666465.post-621308396318773218</id><published>2008-06-12T18:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T18:42:12.745-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Brand</title><content type='html'>According to wikipedia, branding has been used historically to mark the rightless, as punishment, to show ownership, and to mark Jews during WW II. More recently it is still done to mark slaves, but generally more in a BDSM way, as a way to haze and also as a form of body art. Traditional hot irons are used in addition to cold iron, that is frozen with liquid nitrogen - the stuff they take warts off with. Anyone who has seen Jackass probably remembers the branding scene, and while I haven't seen this scene, I want a brand. My coworker seems to think that if I see this particular scene, I'd change my mind. I have seen videos of people getting branded and still want it. My concern is more with how it will smell (burning flesh) than how it will feel. Also how to cause a nice scar without infection. If I put neosporin on it, the wound will close quicker and not scar. But if I don't use some kind of antibacterial ointment, it could get infected. Another website suggested iodine, which would keep the wound open but still kill any bacteria. I've got several ideas for what design I would like, and wikipedia gave me several more. Most likely I would go with the mathmatical design for inequality, the equal sign with the slash through it. Not because I like math or anything - I despise math, but more to represent humanity's inherint inequality. I also like F - which is short for fugitivus, which the Romans branded runaway slaves with. If I could find something that represents rightlessness (is that a word?) I would be very happy.&lt;br /&gt;Anybody have any other ideas? Think I'm crazy? Think its cool?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3552589229465666465-621308396318773218?l=wilsonandhenry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonandhenry.blogspot.com/feeds/621308396318773218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3552589229465666465&amp;postID=621308396318773218' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552589229465666465/posts/default/621308396318773218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552589229465666465/posts/default/621308396318773218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonandhenry.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-brand.html' title='My Brand'/><author><name>Wilson &amp;amp; Henry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00534883251701314011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/R-RDIyXFycI/AAAAAAAAAAU/rOFuVCRobpw/S220/wilsonhenry.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3552589229465666465.post-6781193009638243462</id><published>2008-06-10T13:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T15:33:31.942-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Family shower fun time!</title><content type='html'>Henry loves taking baths. He smacks the water with his paws, rolls completely over, barks at his watery reflection. Basically just has a blast. So now whenever I take a bath, he stands against the side of the tub whining at me to let him in. I try to explain that the water is too hot for him and that there is no room, but to no avail. So this morning, I was showering, and he leaned up against the side of the tub begging me to let him in. I pushed him down and went back to sudsing. A few seconds later, he was back. So I pushed him away again, this time with a firm "Leave it Henry!" I turned around to rinse, and heard a big splash behind me. Henry had jumped in. We stood staring at each other for a moment. My first reaction was to toss him back out, but by this time, he was wet, and the air conditioner was on so I didn't want him running around getting a cold. And honestly, I figured he would get pissed and jump out after the spray hit him in the face. But he didn't mind. He jumped and splashed and was basically thrilled to be in the shower with mom. I worried the whole time that he'd fall and hurt himself, or get water in his eyes, or in his ears, or in his wrinkle. Once I'd finished my routine I sat on the edge of the tub and dried him off, and while I was drying myself off, he jumped back into the tub. Silly boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;                                                  Relaxing after his exciting morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/SE7KG4kzD8I/AAAAAAAAAJU/ObSBy8XtSLY/s1600-h/05-26-08_1327.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210324038528995266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/SE7KG4kzD8I/AAAAAAAAAJU/ObSBy8XtSLY/s320/05-26-08_1327.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;In other Henry news, my youngest is officially a eunuch. I took him for a pre-surgery check up in the evening and he had surgery the next morning. I was hoping to pick him up in the evening after his surgery, but they wanted to keep him overnight again. So he was away from home for two nights which I felt terrible about, but it was nice for Wilson to be the extremely spoiled only pug again. And once Henry got home, he had completely forgotten the trauma. I'm glad to finally have it done. The boys had been humping each other all the time and in all different positions, which was extremely unnerving. Henry was also much more territorial about bones, toys and treats, and after surgery this behavior has virtually stopped.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/SE7KHcyibEI/AAAAAAAAAJc/UGqyRbcSIqg/s1600-h/05-31-08_1148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210324048250301506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/SE7KHcyibEI/AAAAAAAAAJc/UGqyRbcSIqg/s320/05-31-08_1148.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3552589229465666465-6781193009638243462?l=wilsonandhenry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonandhenry.blogspot.com/feeds/6781193009638243462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3552589229465666465&amp;postID=6781193009638243462' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552589229465666465/posts/default/6781193009638243462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552589229465666465/posts/default/6781193009638243462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonandhenry.blogspot.com/2008/06/family-shower-fun-time.html' title='Family shower fun time!'/><author><name>Wilson &amp;amp; Henry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00534883251701314011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/R-RDIyXFycI/AAAAAAAAAAU/rOFuVCRobpw/S220/wilsonhenry.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/SE7KG4kzD8I/AAAAAAAAAJU/ObSBy8XtSLY/s72-c/05-26-08_1327.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3552589229465666465.post-2230569734825220357</id><published>2008-06-09T16:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T17:33:54.397-05:00</updated><title type='text'>They've done it</title><content type='html'>Starbucks has officially gotten me out of the car. They've been trying for awhile. It started with friendly conversation while waiting for my drink at the drive thru window. They would ask me about my day. The weather. What I was reading. If I've ever tried x drink. I detest small talk, but I was willing to put up with this a few times a week in return for a delicious honey latte. Then they hired a new window gal. A super friendly window gal. That literally leaned out of the drive thru window and nearly into my car in an effort to make small talk. While this behavior didn't make me stop coming, it did make me pray it was her day off. In addition to small talk, I also hate people who use their cell phones while waiting for service, but I was always tempted to as an effort to ward off Friendly Frannie.  Finally this morning, I decided that I'd had enough, and that I was going to just run inside. It may take a minute or so extra, but I really wasn't in the mood to force banter. And once inside I realized why they'd hired super friendly window gal. They WANT you to come inside. I saw no less than 3 cds I wanted. All the pastries looked so incredible. The pictures in the drive thru menu don't do them justice. I considered buying a paper, despite having access to the day's news online. And on the way out, I saw a book I've been eyeing for months, and really had to restrain myself from buying it. Those tricky Starbucks people. Put uber friendly employees in the window to drive the customers inside, where they spend the real money. Looks like I'll be fake smiling my way through the drive thru for awhile. At least until next payday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3552589229465666465-2230569734825220357?l=wilsonandhenry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonandhenry.blogspot.com/feeds/2230569734825220357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3552589229465666465&amp;postID=2230569734825220357' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552589229465666465/posts/default/2230569734825220357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552589229465666465/posts/default/2230569734825220357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonandhenry.blogspot.com/2008/06/theyve-done-it.html' title='They&apos;ve done it'/><author><name>Wilson &amp;amp; Henry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00534883251701314011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/R-RDIyXFycI/AAAAAAAAAAU/rOFuVCRobpw/S220/wilsonhenry.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3552589229465666465.post-4944246680275992189</id><published>2008-05-14T13:01:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T13:35:46.979-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Review</title><content type='html'>I'm just a few days late - but I've had a busy start to the week! But without further ado - here's my weekend recap.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning was the season's first farmer's market so I decided to venture out with Henry. Last year I brought Wilson pretty frequently and he always seemed to have a good time, but I knew it was going to be busy and way crowded and didn't want to end up having to carry him. At almost 6 months, Henry is still small enough to be carried for long periods of time, and he hasn't ever been to the farmer's market, so I decided to bring him along. And he was a big hit, of course. Everyone stopped to pet him and get kisses and tell me how cute he is and how much they love pugs and when they can get a dog they want to get a pug, and how Aunt so-and-so has one and she just loves it so much. He ate up all the attention, which was nice because Wilson is a little more anti-social, and tends to offer up a polite sniff when presented with a strange hand. By the end of our two hour excursion, Henry was resting his head on my shoulder trying to catch a quick nap. We got home, retrieved Wilson from the bedroom where he was napping with Aaron, and the three of us napped on the couch for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;Later in the evening, I headed to a friends place, planning on going to a subjective circus, which was a theatrical event with live music, plays, break dancing, fire juggling and circus food to support a local art studio. It ended up being rainy and cold, so we instead stayed in and chatted and watched a movie. The movie we ended up watching was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Shortbus&lt;/span&gt; - if you've heard of it, you know. If you haven't, feel free to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;IMDB&lt;/span&gt; it because I'm not comfortable discussing knowing there are underage &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;puggies&lt;/span&gt; reading. Suffice it to say - it was really very good, and was not about mentally handicapped children, as the name might infer. It was by the same director as Hedwig and The Angry Itch. After &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Shortbus&lt;/span&gt;, we started watching Savages with Laura &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Linney&lt;/span&gt; and Philip Seymour Hoffman and it was also really very good, but I started falling asleep about halfway through and ended up going home to bed.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning I got up and ran to Lowe's to get geraniums for Aaron's mom and tomato plants for mine. We went to my parent's first, and had dinner and sat outside watching my 3 year old nephew chase Henry and Wilson. Later in the evening we went to Aaron's parents and had ice cream. Aaron's mother collects antiques and has thousands and always has new additions to show me. This week she had a 3 tier table that looked like a 3 tier cake display, only 4 feet tall, as well as a couple pieces of painted china and a painting. She gets a lot of stuff from garage sales, but also does auctions and a little bit of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ebay&lt;/span&gt;. I can't imagine people selling these treasures, but I suppose after years of watching something collect dust, you just want to get rid of it and don't bother looking at how much its actually worth. Aaron's dad always jokes that the house itself would be assessed for less than half the price of all the junk in it.&lt;br /&gt;I also got my stimulus check! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Whoo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;hoo&lt;/span&gt;! I plan on putting it towards college loans - what about you guys? Are you being good Americans and using it to stimulate our economy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3552589229465666465-4944246680275992189?l=wilsonandhenry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonandhenry.blogspot.com/feeds/4944246680275992189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3552589229465666465&amp;postID=4944246680275992189' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552589229465666465/posts/default/4944246680275992189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552589229465666465/posts/default/4944246680275992189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonandhenry.blogspot.com/2008/05/weekend-review.html' title='Weekend Review'/><author><name>Wilson &amp;amp; Henry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00534883251701314011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/R-RDIyXFycI/AAAAAAAAAAU/rOFuVCRobpw/S220/wilsonhenry.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3552589229465666465.post-5691629228634131525</id><published>2008-05-08T15:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T10:43:29.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Anybody need a couch?</title><content type='html'>Last night I was fortunate enough to meet two wonderful ladies staying with some friends of mine through couchsurfers.com. Are you familiar with this site? Basically you can advertise your couch, and look for other people's couches to stay on, all over the world. Sounds pretty crazy, right? I thought so. And then I met these ladies and checked out the site, and I'm really impressed with the whole idea. On one hand, its a little scary to think about sleeping on a complete strangers couch, and even more scary to think about one sleeping on yours. On the other hand, I think the site itself does a good job of attracting like minded people - those who love to travel, want to really experience a city rather than see the tour bus version, and are willing to, and actually WANT to have people from all over the world sleep on their couch. The women staying with my friends were so interesting and had such great stories to tell about their travels, and different characters who had stayed with them. They also had some words of advice for the savvy traveler, such as - mainly for other women - not to stay alone with an Italian guy, because they seem to have selective hearing when it comes to "No". The website has a great voucher system, where people who have actually stayed with you or people you have stayed with can write a reference for you, and rate the experience from "extremely positive" on down. That way you can search for only people who have only extremely positive ratings, or people that have several references. To me, the idea is really almost revolutionary. To open your doors to a stranger, and offer such hospitality, is really a lost art in America, and that's really unfortunate. I think we've allowed our fear to obliterate basic human kindness, from stopping to help someone change a flat to offering your couch to a traveler. I don't know that staying with strangers is going to change our fearful society, but it seems like a good start. The more good experiences people have, the more they'll travel, and share their experiences, and trust people and trust life, and trust, like fear, spreads.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3552589229465666465-5691629228634131525?l=wilsonandhenry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonandhenry.blogspot.com/feeds/5691629228634131525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3552589229465666465&amp;postID=5691629228634131525' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552589229465666465/posts/default/5691629228634131525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552589229465666465/posts/default/5691629228634131525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonandhenry.blogspot.com/2008/05/anybody-need-couch.html' title='Anybody need a couch?'/><author><name>Wilson &amp;amp; Henry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00534883251701314011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/R-RDIyXFycI/AAAAAAAAAAU/rOFuVCRobpw/S220/wilsonhenry.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3552589229465666465.post-7356495607611566315</id><published>2008-05-02T16:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T18:21:29.141-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The 5 Meme - Modified</title><content type='html'>Alright, since I still haven't finished my LA/Coachella post, I'll do another meme! And make yet another promise to have that post up this weekend! Really!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What were you doing 5 years ago today? I was a manager at Jimmy John's and living with my friend Melody. I don't know what exactly I was doing on this particular day, but it probably included working, and maybe doing the dark side of the rainbow thing. I did a lot of that in those days. Its so weird! For the first 45 minutes of the movie, it totally coincides with Dark Side Of The Moon! And who figured this out? Is there a group of people putting movies and albums together? Because I want to get into that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Name 5 snacks that you love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  1. Chocolate shakes from the local ice cream shoppe called Snookies&lt;br /&gt;  2. Honey Latte from Starbucks (is a drink a snack? I have too many of these, weekly)&lt;br /&gt;  3. Cinnamon Buns from Ben &amp;amp; Jerrys. Lord is this good ice cream&lt;br /&gt;  4. Creme Brulee from B &amp;amp; J. Again - amazing ice cream&lt;br /&gt;  5. Half Baked from B &amp;amp; J. I could really go on an ice cream diet. I love all things ice cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What are 5 things on your ‘To-Do’ list for today/ Or things you’ve already done today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1. Pick up the house&lt;br /&gt; 2. Do the dishes&lt;br /&gt; 3. Put laundry away&lt;br /&gt; 4. Stop and pick up a bottle of the Jose Cuervo variety drink mix&lt;br /&gt; 5. Get ready for my Wii MarioKart party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Name 5 things you would do if you won five million dollars: $5mil is a lot of money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1. Buy a house. Actually, an old house here in Iowa that I can fix up, and also condos in various other international locales&lt;br /&gt; 2. Start a pug rescue&lt;br /&gt; 3. Give money to family and start a college fund for my nephew&lt;br /&gt; 4. Invest invest invest!&lt;br /&gt; 5. Buy a car. But not a Fit, because I'm already irritated by how the parking spaces they take up still look like available places until you've started to turn in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Name 5 bad habits you have: Only 5 huh? You guys are optimistic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1. I'm lazy, and therefore don't exercise. Ever.&lt;br /&gt; 2. I'm a pretty shabby housekeeper in general - dishes, laundry, dog toys, various bits of dog destruction ie toilet paper, toy stuffing, couch and pillow stuffing&lt;br /&gt; 3. I bite my nails sometimes&lt;br /&gt; 4. I'm reeeeeally bad about calling people back, and answering my phone at all. Text me!&lt;br /&gt; 5. I'm the most un-self-motivated person I know. Probably related to the laziness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5A. I'm going to add one - now that I'm feeling like a cow pie with all my bad habits. Things I really enjoy about me, and about being me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1. I'm an eternal optimist, without even trying. My mind automatically sees the best in all things, people, places, and situations.&lt;br /&gt; 2. Once I locate those good qualities, I start earnestly trying to bring them out, so everyone else sees what I see.&lt;br /&gt; 3. I really enjoy helping people&lt;br /&gt; 4. Although I'm not a huge fan of individual physical qualities, I'm really starting to like the way they all fit together&lt;br /&gt; 5. I really love my cute little house, and my perfect (in their own way) puggies, and the fact that its Spring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Name 5 places you’ve lived:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1. Altoona, IA&lt;br /&gt; 2. Winterset, IA&lt;br /&gt; 3. Orange City, IA&lt;br /&gt; 4. Omaha, NE&lt;br /&gt; 5. Des Moines, IA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Name 5 jobs you’ve had:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1. Sandwich Artist at Subway&lt;br /&gt; 2. Manager at Jimmy Johns&lt;br /&gt; 3. Hotel front desk person&lt;br /&gt; 4. Collections&lt;br /&gt; 5. Home Mortgage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now here's another 5 - pictures of my boys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/SBugrQvCz0I/AAAAAAAAAIs/KyfiUxXAsMc/s1600-h/04-20-08_1346.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195923260189101890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/SBugrQvCz0I/AAAAAAAAAIs/KyfiUxXAsMc/s320/04-20-08_1346.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/SBugrQvCz1I/AAAAAAAAAI0/ofvechD0Wgw/s1600-h/05-01-08_2254.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195923260189101906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/SBugrQvCz1I/AAAAAAAAAI0/ofvechD0Wgw/s320/05-01-08_2254.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/SBugrgvCz2I/AAAAAAAAAI8/13wS78ONPp4/s1600-h/05-01-08_2302.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195923264484069218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/SBugrgvCz2I/AAAAAAAAAI8/13wS78ONPp4/s320/05-01-08_2302.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/SBugrgvCz3I/AAAAAAAAAJE/xaMUgpvpNSI/s1600-h/05-01-08_2303.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195923264484069234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/SBugrgvCz3I/AAAAAAAAAJE/xaMUgpvpNSI/s320/05-01-08_2303.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/SBugrwvCz4I/AAAAAAAAAJM/9BiqgzliG6s/s1600-h/05-01-08_2304.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195923268779036546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/SBugrwvCz4I/AAAAAAAAAJM/9BiqgzliG6s/s320/05-01-08_2304.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3552589229465666465-7356495607611566315?l=wilsonandhenry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonandhenry.blogspot.com/feeds/7356495607611566315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3552589229465666465&amp;postID=7356495607611566315' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552589229465666465/posts/default/7356495607611566315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552589229465666465/posts/default/7356495607611566315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonandhenry.blogspot.com/2008/05/5-meme-modified.html' title='The 5 Meme - Modified'/><author><name>Wilson &amp;amp; Henry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00534883251701314011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/R-RDIyXFycI/AAAAAAAAAAU/rOFuVCRobpw/S220/wilsonhenry.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/SBugrQvCz0I/AAAAAAAAAIs/KyfiUxXAsMc/s72-c/04-20-08_1346.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3552589229465666465.post-4242310204204400047</id><published>2008-05-01T11:10:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T11:55:31.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm currently working on my LA trip post, and should have it up tonight or tomorrow (I promise!)  but in the meantime, here's a photo memoir meme from Lex - Sleepy Pug Edition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/SBnz2gvCzyI/AAAAAAAAAIc/h8_DU0Zi4dE/s1600-h/04-20-08_1851.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195451762974314274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/SBnz2gvCzyI/AAAAAAAAAIc/h8_DU0Zi4dE/s320/04-20-08_1851.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Henry - Lavish licker who loves his brother&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/SBnz2wvCzzI/AAAAAAAAAIk/AcGHkiUo8Z4/s1600-h/04-30-08_2221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195451767269281586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/SBnz2wvCzzI/AAAAAAAAAIk/AcGHkiUo8Z4/s320/04-30-08_2221.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wilson - Lazy lover lets loving brother lick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I have no idea who hasn't been tagged - probably most everyone - so anyone who hasn't done one yet! I tag you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3552589229465666465-4242310204204400047?l=wilsonandhenry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonandhenry.blogspot.com/feeds/4242310204204400047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3552589229465666465&amp;postID=4242310204204400047' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552589229465666465/posts/default/4242310204204400047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552589229465666465/posts/default/4242310204204400047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonandhenry.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-currently-working-on-my-la-trip-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Wilson &amp;amp; Henry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00534883251701314011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/R-RDIyXFycI/AAAAAAAAAAU/rOFuVCRobpw/S220/wilsonhenry.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/SBnz2gvCzyI/AAAAAAAAAIc/h8_DU0Zi4dE/s72-c/04-20-08_1851.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3552589229465666465.post-302283083119509043</id><published>2008-04-11T10:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T11:36:21.464-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF</title><content type='html'>Here's the before bathroom pic. Plain white. But high gloss white, which is more offensive to me than just plain white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/R_9_ymYOhMI/AAAAAAAAAHc/-uttBjcBirU/s1600-h/04-08-08_2059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188005803026449602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/R_9_ymYOhMI/AAAAAAAAAHc/-uttBjcBirU/s320/04-08-08_2059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And some after shots. I haven't got it decorated how I'd like yet - and also these pictures are with my camera phone so hopefully I'll get my camera back from the folks this weekend and can post better pictures. You guys will be on bathroom pic overload!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/R_9_y2YOhNI/AAAAAAAAAHk/6S0l19F1BjQ/s1600-h/04-09-08_2341.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188005807321416914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/R_9_y2YOhNI/AAAAAAAAAHk/6S0l19F1BjQ/s320/04-09-08_2341.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I may have mentioned the bathroom is small...it has two doors, one going to each bedroom on either side, and on one side is the bathtub and the other side has the sink and toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/R_9_zWYOhOI/AAAAAAAAAHs/NDi9TebXOdw/s1600-h/04-09-08_2352.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188005815911351522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/R_9_zWYOhOI/AAAAAAAAAHs/NDi9TebXOdw/s320/04-09-08_2352.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/R_9_zmYOhPI/AAAAAAAAAH0/KXJ7leyQRgI/s1600-h/br.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188005820206318834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/R_9_zmYOhPI/AAAAAAAAAH0/KXJ7leyQRgI/s320/br.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Anyhow...I'm happy with it. The color somehow looks okay with the 70's cream and brown sink, which was one of my concerns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news, we noticed this morning that Henry was limping pretty badly. I'm guessing (hoping, really) that he just got bruised up from too much roughhousing. But he was also a little lethargic compared to his usual early morning &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;rambunctious&lt;/span&gt; self. But that could be because he was up way past his bedtime the night before. I also rubbed the leg and paw and in question to try and find the source of the limp, but he didn't flinch. And he wouldn't jump off of the bed or onto the couch. He would just sit and wait until someone moved him. I'm really scared that its hip &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dysplasia&lt;/span&gt;, but I keep telling myself he just hurt it playing and that he's tired. For now, I'm going to wait and see, because I'm sure that's what the vet would say. If I don't see any improvement by Monday I'll definitely take him in.  I would just be devastated if its hip &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dyslplasia&lt;/span&gt;. He's not even 5 months old! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also found out the other day that Prince is going to be one of the headliners at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Coachella&lt;/span&gt; on Saturday. I have only bought a ticket for Sunday, because I was really only interested in seeing Roger Waters, but now I'm trying to decide if I should go Saturday as well. In addition to the extra $90, it would be two trips from LA to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Coachella&lt;/span&gt; in one weekend. That's at least a two hour drive each way, depending on traffic. But really, its Prince. I have to go, right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3552589229465666465-302283083119509043?l=wilsonandhenry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonandhenry.blogspot.com/feeds/302283083119509043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3552589229465666465&amp;postID=302283083119509043' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552589229465666465/posts/default/302283083119509043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552589229465666465/posts/default/302283083119509043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonandhenry.blogspot.com/2008/04/tgif.html' title='TGIF'/><author><name>Wilson &amp;amp; Henry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00534883251701314011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/R-RDIyXFycI/AAAAAAAAAAU/rOFuVCRobpw/S220/wilsonhenry.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/R_9_ymYOhMI/AAAAAAAAAHc/-uttBjcBirU/s72-c/04-08-08_2059.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3552589229465666465.post-1768671741411267261</id><published>2008-04-09T12:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T16:05:04.535-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Taping is a bitch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I started painting the bathroom when I got home last night. The color is called cornflower blue, and its at Lowes. Its a pretty darkish gray blue. I was afraid it would be too dark, because the bathroom is very small, but there are two white doors, a large white medicine cabinet, and of course the tub surround is white. So I think by the time I'm done, it'll look okay. I didn't realize quite how high my ceilings are (10 feet!) and I don't have a ladder, so right now I've got it all done except about a 3 foot space by the ceiling. I also want to do another layer, and then clean up my edges if need be. I've got crown and base molding, and they've been so laquered over with paint through the years that there are no right angles on which to tape. I just had to guesstimate where the break between wall and molding should be, and pray the tape is straight! This picture is a bit dark, I'll try to get better pictures tonight when its finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/R_0vMGYOhLI/AAAAAAAAAHU/dBMdMJdqLM0/s1600-h/04-08-08_2331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187354230717842610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/R_0vMGYOhLI/AAAAAAAAAHU/dBMdMJdqLM0/s320/04-08-08_2331.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so we have to talk about the New Kids On The Block. They were on the Today show last week, and the audience was screaming so loud, you couldn't hear what anyone was saying! They didn't even perform! I can't imagine why they're having a comeback, other than needing money I guess. I don't know that any of them have been doing anything lime-light related. I guess Donnie has had a few movies, but I haven't heard about any of them on reality shows. What sort of music are they going to be making? And why wouldn't they just do a reunion tour? And why were the girls in the audience screaming so? I mean I was a fan back in the day, I had tapes and probably a poster or two. A friend of mine had bedding, dolls, the whole nine yards. Its cool to see them again, and see what they've been up to, but they haven't made any music in nearly two decades. Anyway. Maybe I'm being a spoil sport. What do you guys think? Is it time once again to embrace NKOTB?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3552589229465666465-1768671741411267261?l=wilsonandhenry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonandhenry.blogspot.com/feeds/1768671741411267261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3552589229465666465&amp;postID=1768671741411267261' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552589229465666465/posts/default/1768671741411267261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552589229465666465/posts/default/1768671741411267261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonandhenry.blogspot.com/2008/04/taping-is-bitch.html' title='Taping is a bitch'/><author><name>Wilson &amp;amp; Henry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00534883251701314011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/R-RDIyXFycI/AAAAAAAAAAU/rOFuVCRobpw/S220/wilsonhenry.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/R_0vMGYOhLI/AAAAAAAAAHU/dBMdMJdqLM0/s72-c/04-08-08_2331.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3552589229465666465.post-3126984444105592101</id><published>2008-04-08T14:35:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T16:31:51.049-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Choose Your Own Title</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/R_vOASXFzJI/AAAAAAAAAGs/AVNTA21tyOA/s1600-h/04-02-08_2055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186965900171267218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/R_vOASXFzJI/AAAAAAAAAGs/AVNTA21tyOA/s320/04-02-08_2055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry, taking a break to look adorable for the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/R_vOAiXFzKI/AAAAAAAAAG0/HjIQvL3Za9Q/s1600-h/04-02-08_2102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186965904466234530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/R_vOAiXFzKI/AAAAAAAAAG0/HjIQvL3Za9Q/s320/04-02-08_2102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wilson has loads and loads of toys, but of course he prefers Henry's baby toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/R_vOBCXFzNI/AAAAAAAAAHM/cH5S1I6EctE/s1600-h/04-05-08_2212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186965913056169170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/R_vOBCXFzNI/AAAAAAAAAHM/cH5S1I6EctE/s320/04-05-08_2212.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't the best picture, but he's so cute with Henry's flower &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;squeaker&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6 days with no posts, I feel so guilty! But in my defense, I've been a little more busy than usual, planning my big birthday bash. The plan originally was to build a little addition to the cement slab we currently have, to have a bigger patio, but our landlord stopped by yesterday to pick up the 400 bricks piled up in the backyard. I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt;, but at least we hadn't already used them! So now we'll make do with what we have, which really is big enough I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;suppose&lt;/span&gt;. I also went and picked out a grill, just a cheapish, smallish charcoal variety from the local hardware store. And Aaron and his dad are going Thursday to pick out a fire pit, which will be my birthday present. And I stumbled across 4 green plastic lawn chairs for $10 on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;craigslist&lt;/span&gt;! So the patio is almost complete. All I have to do now is clean (oi!) and I'd like to paint the bathroom. Since the brick patio didn't work out, I figured I better come up with another project to stress me out! I'm thinking a grayish blue, but I'll go tonight to pick something out and let you know what I come up with. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186965908761201842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/R_vOAyXFzLI/AAAAAAAAAG8/XemC8qdvC6A/s320/04-02-08_2304.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Wilson and Henry, in one of their sweeter moments. Henry's a little blurry, because he's cleaning Wilson's face like the devoted little brother he is. They're pretty well matched pugs, in terms of playfulness and energy. With the exception of mornings. Wilson is very much a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;momma's&lt;/span&gt; boy, in that he doesn't do mornings. He waits until he hears kibble hitting the bowl before he burrows out from under the covers to come out for his breakfast. Henry, on the other hand, is a ball of energy from the moment my alarm goes off. He bounds up to my face, licking everything in his path, until I finally give up and go let him out. I almost feel sorry for Wilson, who would rather eat his food and go back to bed, because as soon as he's out in the kitchen Henry is biting at his ears, face wrinkles, and tail, trying to entice him to play. Wilson looks up at me like "Can't we toss this sorry excuse for a pug back into the dumpster from whence he came?" I try to explain to him that before long Henry is going to be a lazy pug too, and then who will he have to play with? &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/R_vOBCXFzMI/AAAAAAAAAHE/zHwWOt4QZQE/s1600-h/04-05-08_2011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186965913056169154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/R_vOBCXFzMI/AAAAAAAAAHE/zHwWOt4QZQE/s320/04-05-08_2011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hardly tell who's who in this picture! Henry's growing so fast, he's already 4 1/2 months old! We were thinking he wouldn't be as big as Wilson's hefty 23 lbs, but from this picture, it looks like he may. Henry, by the way, is the one on the left, and Wilson is on the right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3552589229465666465-3126984444105592101?l=wilsonandhenry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonandhenry.blogspot.com/feeds/3126984444105592101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3552589229465666465&amp;postID=3126984444105592101' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552589229465666465/posts/default/3126984444105592101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552589229465666465/posts/default/3126984444105592101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonandhenry.blogspot.com/2008/04/choose-your-own-title.html' title='Choose Your Own Title'/><author><name>Wilson &amp;amp; Henry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00534883251701314011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/R-RDIyXFycI/AAAAAAAAAAU/rOFuVCRobpw/S220/wilsonhenry.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/R_vOASXFzJI/AAAAAAAAAGs/AVNTA21tyOA/s72-c/04-02-08_2055.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3552589229465666465.post-1062772029390340655</id><published>2008-04-02T17:51:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T18:25:59.923-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not much to say today...</title><content type='html'>Except that chocolate ice cream and white blazers don't mix. And here are some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/R_QVOiXFzGI/AAAAAAAAAGU/UnIm605BwoY/s1600-h/03-30-08_2159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184792410496289890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/R_QVOiXFzGI/AAAAAAAAAGU/UnIm605BwoY/s320/03-30-08_2159.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/R_QVOyXFzHI/AAAAAAAAAGc/Nmp2n6oFiXI/s1600-h/03-31-08_2127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184792414791257202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/R_QVOyXFzHI/AAAAAAAAAGc/Nmp2n6oFiXI/s320/03-31-08_2127.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/R_QVPCXFzII/AAAAAAAAAGk/WYI_NO0AhGE/s1600-h/12-15-07_1917.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184792419086224514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/R_QVPCXFzII/AAAAAAAAAGk/WYI_NO0AhGE/s320/12-15-07_1917.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/R_QU2SXFzBI/AAAAAAAAAFs/tpnp_faqo-c/s1600-h/01-18-08_1818.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184791993884462098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/R_QU2SXFzBI/AAAAAAAAAFs/tpnp_faqo-c/s320/01-18-08_1818.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/R_QU2iXFzCI/AAAAAAAAAF0/CSgXxTBU_Og/s1600-h/01-27-08_2304.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184791998179429410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/R_QU2iXFzCI/AAAAAAAAAF0/CSgXxTBU_Og/s320/01-27-08_2304.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/R_QU2yXFzDI/AAAAAAAAAF8/NrcZVZVyGXU/s1600-h/02-06-08_2105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184792002474396722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/R_QU2yXFzDI/AAAAAAAAAF8/NrcZVZVyGXU/s320/02-06-08_2105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/R_QU3CXFzEI/AAAAAAAAAGE/6trScEtFGL0/s1600-h/02-20-08_0839.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184792006769364034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/R_QU3CXFzEI/AAAAAAAAAGE/6trScEtFGL0/s320/02-20-08_0839.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/R_QU5iXFzFI/AAAAAAAAAGM/IorecUfePZk/s1600-h/03-14-08_2217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184792049719037010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/R_QU5iXFzFI/AAAAAAAAAGM/IorecUfePZk/s320/03-14-08_2217.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184785598678158338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/R_QPCCXFzAI/AAAAAAAAAFk/6OFM4zQYfv8/s320/01-17-08_1713.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/R_QOGyXFy-I/AAAAAAAAAFU/UZuhsrvR7gs/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184784580770909154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/R_QOGyXFy-I/AAAAAAAAAFU/UZuhsrvR7gs/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3552589229465666465-1062772029390340655?l=wilsonandhenry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonandhenry.blogspot.com/feeds/1062772029390340655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3552589229465666465&amp;postID=1062772029390340655' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552589229465666465/posts/default/1062772029390340655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552589229465666465/posts/default/1062772029390340655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonandhenry.blogspot.com/2008/04/not-much-to-say-today.html' title='Not much to say today...'/><author><name>Wilson &amp;amp; Henry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00534883251701314011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/R-RDIyXFycI/AAAAAAAAAAU/rOFuVCRobpw/S220/wilsonhenry.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/R_QVOiXFzGI/AAAAAAAAAGU/UnIm605BwoY/s72-c/03-30-08_2159.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3552589229465666465.post-7153294049644898726</id><published>2008-03-31T16:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T18:32:24.384-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So the weekend wasn't too exciting. We have had my parent's beagle since Thursday evening, and for the first day and evening there were a couple &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;growly&lt;/span&gt; moments, but its been great since then. So much so that this morning when I got out of the shower, I noticed I little unsavory pug on beagle on pug action. I didn't take any pictures, I thought that it would just be wrong, and probably illegal to post them on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt;! Anyhow Saturday I really didn't do anything productive at all. Played some video games and maybe did some laundry. The boys did some napping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/R_Fc_iXFy5I/AAAAAAAAAEs/qjxTH1j1fqA/s1600-h/03-27-08_2337.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184026892705319826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/R_Fc_iXFy5I/AAAAAAAAAEs/qjxTH1j1fqA/s320/03-27-08_2337.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/R_Fc_yXFy6I/AAAAAAAAAE0/GxFXk9UyF6s/s1600-h/03-28-08_2104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184026897000287138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/R_Fc_yXFy6I/AAAAAAAAAE0/GxFXk9UyF6s/s320/03-28-08_2104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a picture of JD, the beagle. JD stands for Jane Doe. She showed up at my parent's door one time with no tags, and she wasn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;microchipped&lt;/span&gt;. My folks live &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;waaaay&lt;/span&gt; out in the country, so how she got there, they don't know. But they were thinking of adopting a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;bassett&lt;/span&gt; and figured JD was such a sweetie, and was in need of a home anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday I took Wilson to the vet to pick up his allergy shots and find out how to give them. Basically he'll be getting a really low concentration of the shot every other day or so, and slowly building up to a higher concentration to be given every 21 days. I gave him the shot Sunday at the vet to make sure I got the hang of it, and he didn't even flinch, but I must say it made me a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;quesy&lt;/span&gt;. I'm sure I'll get used to it, especially as I'll been giving them pretty frequently. But for now, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;defintely&lt;/span&gt; don't like giving shots to my baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/R_FdACXFy7I/AAAAAAAAAE8/v_yt6smTMkE/s1600-h/03-29-08_1743.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184026901295254450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/R_FdACXFy7I/AAAAAAAAAE8/v_yt6smTMkE/s320/03-29-08_1743.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's me, thinking about the huge bag of syringes in my cupboard.&lt;br /&gt;My birthday is coming up in a couple Sundays, and I'm trying to decide if I should have a family birthday party at our new house. Aaron's parents and my parents haven't met, technically. Aaron played on my dad's soccer team about 20 years ago, so I'm sure that at least his dad and my dad have met, but again it was 20 years ago, so this would basically be the first meeting of the parents. As if that wouldn't be stressful enough, I would also like to grill, which would mean adding on to our current tiny cement slab and investing in a grill. And preferably a fire pit. Sound like too much of an undertaking for what would be basically one weekend? I don't think so. But Aaron does. So we'll see how it goes. Maybe I'll just have everyone meet at Chuck E Cheese's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/R_FzBiXFy9I/AAAAAAAAAFM/eKvY__k10d4/s1600-h/03-30-08_2157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184051116320869330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/R_FzBiXFy9I/AAAAAAAAAFM/eKvY__k10d4/s320/03-30-08_2157.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Henry, who just wants as many people over as possible, all the time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3552589229465666465-7153294049644898726?l=wilsonandhenry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonandhenry.blogspot.com/feeds/7153294049644898726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3552589229465666465&amp;postID=7153294049644898726' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552589229465666465/posts/default/7153294049644898726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552589229465666465/posts/default/7153294049644898726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonandhenry.blogspot.com/2008/03/so-weekend-wasnt-too-exciting.html' title=''/><author><name>Wilson &amp;amp; Henry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00534883251701314011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/R-RDIyXFycI/AAAAAAAAAAU/rOFuVCRobpw/S220/wilsonhenry.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/R_Fc_iXFy5I/AAAAAAAAAEs/qjxTH1j1fqA/s72-c/03-27-08_2337.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3552589229465666465.post-1790291408583473959</id><published>2008-03-27T16:00:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T18:12:14.889-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Coachella!</title><content type='html'>One month from today, I'll be at Coachella. For those of you who don't know, Coachella is a 3 day music festival in Coachella, CA, which is near Palm Springs. Last year I went for all three days and saw (amoung many others) Bjork, Of Montreal, Amy Winehouse, Red Hot Chili Peppers, the Arcade Fire, the Decemberists, the New Pornographers, Regina Spektor, Andrew Bird, Rage Against the Machine, Willie Nelson, and Lily Allen. It was amazing. See pictures below. Its in the desert, so its right around 110+ degrees, but oh so worth it. We generally didn't make it to the festival much before 2 each day, and spent the first several hours in tents, trying to avoid the blistering sun. And honestly, after a couple hours, it really becomes pretty bearable. Its really dry heat, so it just feels like a blanket of heat overwhelming you. Not a wet hot blanket, like what we get here in Iowa. Anyway, this year I'm only going one day, Sunday, to see Roger Waters, of Pink Floyd fame. I can't even begin to describe how ecstatic I am about this. I've been a Pink Floyd fan for years and years, and had really given up hope of ever seeing either the band, or at least Roger Waters or David Gilmour play. So when I saw that Roger Waters was headlining Coachella 08, I was breathless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182548771120466818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/R-wcpiXFy4I/AAAAAAAAAEk/5g7WG3kR_D8/s320/coachella1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Palm Springs, CA. This was outside of our hotel room.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/R-wcNCXFy3I/AAAAAAAAAEc/NIGPppOdxJQ/s1600-h/coachella6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182548281494195058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/R-wcNCXFy3I/AAAAAAAAAEc/NIGPppOdxJQ/s320/coachella6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The "food court". I was honestly a little disappointed. I went to Austin City Limits in Austin, TX, the year before, and there was much better food there. But then again, it is Texas! There were these acai smoothies with granola though, that I basically lived on for 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/R-wcGyXFy2I/AAAAAAAAAEU/eFy-eohm9tY/s1600-h/coachella5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182548174120012642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/R-wcGyXFy2I/AAAAAAAAAEU/eFy-eohm9tY/s320/coachella5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/R-wb8yXFy1I/AAAAAAAAAEM/uP8gSxwQGK4/s1600-h/coachella4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182548002321320786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/R-wb8yXFy1I/AAAAAAAAAEM/uP8gSxwQGK4/s320/coachella4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/R-wb4CXFy0I/AAAAAAAAAEE/GCDa-kJXpes/s1600-h/coachella3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182547920716942146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/R-wb4CXFy0I/AAAAAAAAAEE/GCDa-kJXpes/s320/coachella3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There were several art displays scattered around, and this was one of them. It's called I.T. and is basically just a huge alien looking metal creature that that loomed over the crowds. There was a laser on one side that rotated around and picked people out. Very War of the Worlds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/R-wbyiXFyzI/AAAAAAAAAD8/dHpJ8A4VLVg/s1600-h/coachella2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182547826227661618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/R-wbyiXFyzI/AAAAAAAAAD8/dHpJ8A4VLVg/s320/coachella2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the entrance - with the mountains and palm trees, and people and blue skies as far as the eye can see. I can't wait to get back there. Can. Not. Wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3552589229465666465-1790291408583473959?l=wilsonandhenry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonandhenry.blogspot.com/feeds/1790291408583473959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3552589229465666465&amp;postID=1790291408583473959' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552589229465666465/posts/default/1790291408583473959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552589229465666465/posts/default/1790291408583473959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonandhenry.blogspot.com/2008/03/coachella.html' title='Coachella!'/><author><name>Wilson &amp;amp; Henry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00534883251701314011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/R-RDIyXFycI/AAAAAAAAAAU/rOFuVCRobpw/S220/wilsonhenry.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/R-wcpiXFy4I/AAAAAAAAAEk/5g7WG3kR_D8/s72-c/coachella1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3552589229465666465.post-7368790805595390823</id><published>2008-03-26T23:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T14:59:45.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'>D-Day</title><content type='html'>Today was dremmel day for the boys. This is a terrible experience for poor Wilson. When he was a pup, I tried to trim his nails and cut way too close into the quick, so after that I took him to the groomers, and the lady there suggested dremmelling. She said that pugs generally react better to that than they do the clippers. He did so well getting his nails dremmelled, no screaming or struggling, so I decided to buy a dremmel and do it at home. Fat chance. He struggles less and screams less than he did if I were trying to actually clip them, but it's still not easy. Henry doesn't mind as much, but still, it's less than pleasant. I wait until they're really sleepy, then snuggle them for awhile and get them nice and relaxed, then pull out the dremmel. And afterwards lots of treats and more snuggles of course. I hate having to do it, but it has to be done so the boys won't scratch each other's eyes out ! Also we're dogsitting for my parent's Beagle for a long weekend, and I wanted to make sure everyone was trimmed in anticipation of rambunctious play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dremmeling I took a bath. Aaron's a bartender and works most nights, which is nice for me because I can relax and read, or bathe. After the horrors of dremmeling the boys were ready to find solace in biting each others face wrinkles, but occasionally took time to check in on old mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/R-vxsiXFysI/AAAAAAAAACw/8u9UoGtuIyc/s1600-h/03-26-08_2244.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182501543660079810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/R-vxsiXFysI/AAAAAAAAACw/8u9UoGtuIyc/s320/03-26-08_2244.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bath buddies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/R-vxoSXFyrI/AAAAAAAAACo/JyqDrnQhQwE/s1600-h/03-26-08_2243.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182501470645635762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/R-vxoSXFyrI/AAAAAAAAACo/JyqDrnQhQwE/s320/03-26-08_2243.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wilson watching the tub fill thinking "What are doing to yourself?! Baths are evil! Save yourself! Get out! Run!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3552589229465666465-7368790805595390823?l=wilsonandhenry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonandhenry.blogspot.com/feeds/7368790805595390823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3552589229465666465&amp;postID=7368790805595390823' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552589229465666465/posts/default/7368790805595390823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552589229465666465/posts/default/7368790805595390823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonandhenry.blogspot.com/2008/03/beware-dremmel.html' title='D-Day'/><author><name>Wilson &amp;amp; Henry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00534883251701314011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/R-RDIyXFycI/AAAAAAAAAAU/rOFuVCRobpw/S220/wilsonhenry.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/R-vxsiXFysI/AAAAAAAAACw/8u9UoGtuIyc/s72-c/03-26-08_2244.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3552589229465666465.post-8532989798958383795</id><published>2008-03-25T15:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T18:30:37.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So shoot me. I called in today. I had a severe case of the sunny and 64 degrees flu. So rather than sitting at work checking blogs, I'm at home checking blogs! At least at home I've got two pugs at my feet. And in my defense, I do plan on being productive today. Its beautiful outside, so at some point I need to get outside and rake the yard. In the mean time I'm too busy being a chin rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;MarioKart&lt;/span&gt; comes out in a month! I'm so excited about this. I've had my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wii&lt;/span&gt; for about a year, and have totally over played the 10&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; games that I have now, and am not really interested in anything else. I usually play Zelda now, but I'm thoroughly stuck and no walk through I can find can get me unstuck. So I'm ready for something else. And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;MarioKart&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; it. Aaron and I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;MarioKart&lt;/span&gt; battles on 64 pretty frequently, but I'm not great, and Aaron is amazing. So it will be nice to have a game that we're both new at. Also, you can play online, so if anyone out there is planning on getting it and has a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt;, let me know and we can battle! Or play together against others! I'm so thrilled to get this game. And I'm sure the pugs will be thrilled to have my butt on the sofa for hours at a time so they can nap on me. As long as they don't mind my requisite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;MarioKart&lt;/span&gt; trash talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/R-rcJiXFyqI/AAAAAAAAACg/AKZJCB8wU_s/s1600-h/03-04-08_2224.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182196377643764386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/R-rcJiXFyqI/AAAAAAAAACg/AKZJCB8wU_s/s320/03-04-08_2224.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wilson watching me play Zelda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3552589229465666465-8532989798958383795?l=wilsonandhenry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonandhenry.blogspot.com/feeds/8532989798958383795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3552589229465666465&amp;postID=8532989798958383795' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552589229465666465/posts/default/8532989798958383795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552589229465666465/posts/default/8532989798958383795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonandhenry.blogspot.com/2008/03/so-shoot-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Wilson &amp;amp; Henry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00534883251701314011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/R-RDIyXFycI/AAAAAAAAAAU/rOFuVCRobpw/S220/wilsonhenry.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/R-rcJiXFyqI/AAAAAAAAACg/AKZJCB8wU_s/s72-c/03-04-08_2224.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3552589229465666465.post-7157421364407835357</id><published>2008-03-24T18:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T18:47:23.367-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pug butt Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;In true pug fan form - I'm doing a post that can really only be enjoyed by pug lovers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But if you aren't a fan (and who couldn't be!) There are only two. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/R-g9QCXFyoI/AAAAAAAAABw/RT5ZicWozyA/s1600-h/02-25-08_2232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181458717010676354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/R-g9QCXFyoI/AAAAAAAAABw/RT5ZicWozyA/s320/02-25-08_2232.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wilson butt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/R-g9WyXFypI/AAAAAAAAAB4/PrwBywk0TIU/s1600-h/02-18-08_2302.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181458832974793362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/R-g9WyXFypI/AAAAAAAAAB4/PrwBywk0TIU/s320/02-18-08_2302.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Henry butt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3552589229465666465-7157421364407835357?l=wilsonandhenry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonandhenry.blogspot.com/feeds/7157421364407835357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3552589229465666465&amp;postID=7157421364407835357' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552589229465666465/posts/default/7157421364407835357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552589229465666465/posts/default/7157421364407835357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonandhenry.blogspot.com/2008/03/pug-butt-monday.html' title='Pug butt Monday'/><author><name>Wilson &amp;amp; Henry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00534883251701314011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/R-RDIyXFycI/AAAAAAAAAAU/rOFuVCRobpw/S220/wilsonhenry.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/R-g9QCXFyoI/AAAAAAAAABw/RT5ZicWozyA/s72-c/02-25-08_2232.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3552589229465666465.post-5124105404888140237</id><published>2008-03-23T18:14:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T18:39:46.665-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter!</title><content type='html'>This morning I went to Easter brunch with my family, while Aaron stayed home sleeping with the boys. He's a bartender, so most earlier morning (before noon) family actives are Aaron-free. At the table next to ours, the Florida State girls basketball team were also enjoying brunch. My nephew Ryan, who's 3, was pretty impressed with the girls. One reached up and touched the ceiling on the way out, and he shouted "Whoa! She just touched the sky!" He also told them all "good luck" on the way out, so I was happy to hear that they had in fact won their game on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/R-g4PyXFymI/AAAAAAAAABg/dQn5Nh7bclM/s1600-h/dscf6661.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181453215157570146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/R-g4PyXFymI/AAAAAAAAABg/dQn5Nh7bclM/s320/dscf6661.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan and Henry&lt;br /&gt;Ryan LOVES Henry. He's not so sure about Wilson, but Wilson is fairly large for a pug, 23 lbs, and tends to think that when Ryan runs away, it's because he wants to play.&lt;br /&gt;After lunch Aaron and I went to his grandmother's for a late lunch. We left the boys at home since there were going to be so many people there, but it was nice when everyone was disappointed. We ended the day at my parent's place, and just stayed for a couple hours for a quick visit. By that time, we were ready to get home to our boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/R-g7ZiXFynI/AAAAAAAAABo/8FYekFAGS2Q/s1600-h/sl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181456681196178034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/R-g7ZiXFynI/AAAAAAAAABo/8FYekFAGS2Q/s320/sl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were just sleeping - but I'm sure they missed us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3552589229465666465-5124105404888140237?l=wilsonandhenry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonandhenry.blogspot.com/feeds/5124105404888140237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3552589229465666465&amp;postID=5124105404888140237' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552589229465666465/posts/default/5124105404888140237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552589229465666465/posts/default/5124105404888140237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonandhenry.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter!'/><author><name>Wilson &amp;amp; Henry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00534883251701314011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/R-RDIyXFycI/AAAAAAAAAAU/rOFuVCRobpw/S220/wilsonhenry.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/R-g4PyXFymI/AAAAAAAAABg/dQn5Nh7bclM/s72-c/dscf6661.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3552589229465666465.post-2119009880182070214</id><published>2008-03-22T17:26:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T18:13:21.823-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys will be boys...</title><content type='html'>When we first got Henry, we were afraid that we would give him too much attention and Wilson would be neglected and hate us. I don't think that's the case anymore, but we may have overcompensated, as Henry is really independent and not particularly cuddly, but Wilson is SO dependant on me. Anytime anyone else holds him he's very obviously uncomfortable and straining to get back to me, but Henry loves attention from anyone and is totally willing to stick his tongue up anyone's nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/R-gyayXFykI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RPq6E9d5u10/s1600-h/01-17-08_1229.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181446807066364482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/R-gyayXFykI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RPq6E9d5u10/s320/01-17-08_1229.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry, when he was Baby Henry. Actually, about 2 months ago.&lt;br /&gt;They do get along very well, and haven't had any dominance issues yet. As Henry gets older and larger, and his boy parts become more man parts, I'm guessing there may be some. But for now, they just play. Very roughly. I wish I had some pictures of this, because I'm honestly amazed that we've still got all 4 puggie eyes, but they seem to survive. Last week Henry bit Wilson's big lip a bit too hard and drew blood, but after an hour of cuddles with Mom, they were back at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/R-gzuyXFylI/AAAAAAAAABY/levzBndPISQ/s1600-h/02-20-08_0840.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181448250175375954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/R-gzuyXFylI/AAAAAAAAABY/levzBndPISQ/s320/02-20-08_0840.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 AM Wilson - otherwise known as Yoda Wilson&lt;br /&gt;I assume a lot of the rough play is their difference in age, and once Henry gets fixed and grows up a bit he'll be more laidback. Until then, Mom or Dad are around to play refferree.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3552589229465666465-2119009880182070214?l=wilsonandhenry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonandhenry.blogspot.com/feeds/2119009880182070214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3552589229465666465&amp;postID=2119009880182070214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552589229465666465/posts/default/2119009880182070214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552589229465666465/posts/default/2119009880182070214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonandhenry.blogspot.com/2008/03/when-we-first-got-henry-we-were-afraid.html' title='Boys will be boys...'/><author><name>Wilson &amp;amp; Henry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00534883251701314011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/R-RDIyXFycI/AAAAAAAAAAU/rOFuVCRobpw/S220/wilsonhenry.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/R-gyayXFykI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RPq6E9d5u10/s72-c/01-17-08_1229.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3552589229465666465.post-4564553935446188729</id><published>2008-03-21T10:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T11:20:24.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;When Wilson was a puppy, we noticed a rash on his inner thigh and took him to the vet. She tested for mites, amoung other things, but couldn't figure out what it was, so she sent us home with antibiotics and steroids. A few weeks later it was gone, but a month or two later, it returned. After another round of tests with no results and another round of antibiotics and steriods, Wilson started biting his paws and rubbing his face into anything he could find. Clearly, he had allergies, and the vet said the rash was most likely related. At this point it was springtime, so we decided to get through with Benadryl and see if the allergies were seasonal. By winter, the rash was back and his nose was runny as ever. Not seasonal. So we gave him Science Diet's hypoallergenic food and treats, in hopes that it was just food allergies. Not the case. So finally, this past weekend, we had blood work done to see what exactly he was allergic to. Turns out - 21 different things. 21! Poor boy! The biggest was mold, but also dust mites, fleas, and several types of greenery. Also human dander - which means he's allergic to us! So now he has to have allergy shots, but until then, I've been giving him more Benadryl and baths in some medicating shampoo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/R-fT6yXFyjI/AAAAAAAAABI/M7Sbd9_iFr8/s1600-h/03-05-08_1958.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181342903217539634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/R-fT6yXFyjI/AAAAAAAAABI/M7Sbd9_iFr8/s320/03-05-08_1958.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he's not crazy about the baths. Hopefully the shots will be easy, and solve the allergy problems. Does anyone else have to give their dogs allergy shots?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3552589229465666465-4564553935446188729?l=wilsonandhenry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonandhenry.blogspot.com/feeds/4564553935446188729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3552589229465666465&amp;postID=4564553935446188729' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552589229465666465/posts/default/4564553935446188729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552589229465666465/posts/default/4564553935446188729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonandhenry.blogspot.com/2008/03/when-wilson-was-puppy-we-noticed-rash.html' title=''/><author><name>Wilson &amp;amp; Henry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00534883251701314011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/R-RDIyXFycI/AAAAAAAAAAU/rOFuVCRobpw/S220/wilsonhenry.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/R-fT6yXFyjI/AAAAAAAAABI/M7Sbd9_iFr8/s72-c/03-05-08_1958.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3552589229465666465.post-116887541424211440</id><published>2008-03-17T14:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T11:28:43.355-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Quote MeMe</title><content type='html'>I stole this from - pretty much everyone at this point, but it looks fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Pick 10 of your favorite movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Go to &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/"&gt;IMDb&lt;/a&gt; and find a quote from each movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Post them here for everyone to guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Strike it out when someone guesses correctly, and put who guessed it and the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. No Googling or IMDb-ing. That’s cheating and that’s no fun. Here is my list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Alright, give your mother a kiss, or I'll kick your teeth in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Sometimes I got so bored of trying to touch her breast that I would try to touch her between her legs. It was like trying to borrow a dollar, getting turned down, and asking for 50 grand instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I do not know any women who are taller than me. The women who *are* taller than me are lesbians, for whom 1969 was a very momentous year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. You mean I'm gonna STAY this color?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. If you wanna smear mud on your ass, smear mud on your ass, just be honest about it. Look Gene, I've never told anyone this before, but I can suck my own dick, and I do it a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Maybe you can find yourself a nice antique rocking chair to die in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Okay, now girls... I want you to concentrate. Failure is not an option. And Bethany, if you feel the need to vomit up there... just swallow it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Maybe you don't realize it, but this a major day for me, because... well, maybe you don't realize it, but this is the day I've become... a watchdog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Behind every good man there is a woman, and that woman was Martha Washington, man, and everyday George would come home, she would have a big fat bowl waiting for him, man, when he come in the door, man, she was a hip, hip, hip lady, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Your life, as you know it... is gone. Never to return. But they learn how to walk, and they learn how to talk... and you want to be with them. And they turn out to be the most delightful people you will ever meet in your life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3552589229465666465-116887541424211440?l=wilsonandhenry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonandhenry.blogspot.com/feeds/116887541424211440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3552589229465666465&amp;postID=116887541424211440' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552589229465666465/posts/default/116887541424211440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552589229465666465/posts/default/116887541424211440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonandhenry.blogspot.com/2008/03/movie-quote-meme.html' title='Movie Quote MeMe'/><author><name>Wilson &amp;amp; Henry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00534883251701314011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/R-RDIyXFycI/AAAAAAAAAAU/rOFuVCRobpw/S220/wilsonhenry.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3552589229465666465.post-6805199751598918268</id><published>2008-03-12T17:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T20:00:30.010-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The pugs</title><content type='html'>I meant to start this blog over a month ago, after being inspired on Delurking Day. I had just gotten a new puppy, and had gobs of things to write about. But as it happens, I also moved that same month, and found that between the new puppy and unpacking, my blogging time was limited. So here I am, several weeks later, finally getting around to blogging and finding that I have nothing to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So instead I'll post some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/R-RZYiXFyhI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6OyYUA2iU3g/s1600-h/03-14-08_2220.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180363749458299410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/R-RZYiXFyhI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6OyYUA2iU3g/s320/03-14-08_2220.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Wilson, my first pug. He's about 1 1/2, and enjoys napping, barking at the college kids in my neighborhood, looking out the window, and terrorizing his little brother. Which brings me to Henry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/R-RZYSXFygI/AAAAAAAAAAw/kAiHcmPg8Ss/s1600-h/02-22-08_0844.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180363745163332098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/R-RZYSXFygI/AAAAAAAAAAw/kAiHcmPg8Ss/s320/02-22-08_0844.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry is 4 months old. After many months of deliberation after getting Wilson, my boyfriend Aaron and I finally decided we needed another one. Well, maybe not "needed". Wilson needed one - and we just really wanted one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first couple of weeks were pretty crazy. Wilson was confused, Henry was tiny and looked so easily damaged. After lots of butt sniffing - they've now become fast friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/R-RZYCXFyfI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Ly7T_SwWrdA/s1600-h/02-17-08_2121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180363740868364786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/R-RZYCXFyfI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Ly7T_SwWrdA/s320/02-17-08_2121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They watch tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Play tug of war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/R-RZYiXFyiI/AAAAAAAAABA/ziCElKZd3_U/s1600-h/03-15-08_0943.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180363749458299426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/R-RZYiXFyiI/AAAAAAAAABA/ziCElKZd3_U/s320/03-15-08_0943.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/R-RZXyXFyeI/AAAAAAAAAAg/6baslKKMJcY/s1600-h/02-05-08_2323.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180363736573397474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/R-RZXyXFyeI/AAAAAAAAAAg/6baslKKMJcY/s320/02-05-08_2323.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3552589229465666465-6805199751598918268?l=wilsonandhenry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonandhenry.blogspot.com/feeds/6805199751598918268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3552589229465666465&amp;postID=6805199751598918268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552589229465666465/posts/default/6805199751598918268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552589229465666465/posts/default/6805199751598918268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonandhenry.blogspot.com/2008/03/pugs.html' title='The pugs'/><author><name>Wilson &amp;amp; Henry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00534883251701314011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/R-RDIyXFycI/AAAAAAAAAAU/rOFuVCRobpw/S220/wilsonhenry.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/R-RZYiXFyhI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6OyYUA2iU3g/s72-c/03-14-08_2220.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3552589229465666465.post-7652970665639613452</id><published>2008-03-11T16:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T19:29:07.019-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tip Your Waiter!</title><content type='html'>Today, a client of mine took the time to call and let my boss know how happy she was with the level of service I provided. I work in the mortgage industry, and lately, I don't always have good news to tell people regarding their homes. But this one woman, who was appreciative enough to take time to compliment me, really impressed me. Its so unfortunate that when we receive poor service, we tell everyone we know and send complaints to anyone we can find within the organization, but when we receive good service, we keep our mouth shut. Why are we so willing to bitch yet hold back when its time to be grateful? It seems to me that when we're recognized for our goodness, more goodness is created.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3552589229465666465-7652970665639613452?l=wilsonandhenry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonandhenry.blogspot.com/feeds/7652970665639613452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3552589229465666465&amp;postID=7652970665639613452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552589229465666465/posts/default/7652970665639613452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552589229465666465/posts/default/7652970665639613452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonandhenry.blogspot.com/2008/03/tip-your-waiter.html' title='Tip Your Waiter!'/><author><name>Wilson &amp;amp; Henry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00534883251701314011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_P3ZKtoeE0vE/R-RDIyXFycI/AAAAAAAAAAU/rOFuVCRobpw/S220/wilsonhenry.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
