Crazy Times Around Casa Del Snelsonez

It’s been the craziest week.

We arrived in Texas from a Young Living Gold Retreat in beautiful Spokane, only to drive 5 hours to another retreat, this time a spiritual one.  Both were extremely good for the soul.

My mind is on overload!

And Monday?  Back to work in the oilfield!  It’s a good think I have Jesus and ThatManILove and these oils and these silly dogs to help keep me grounded and facing forward and going!

In addition to work, this week, we’ve attended a funeral, had overnight company, and dog trainers, and dog sitters flowing through our house.  One of my couple friends lost their sweet grand baby, and my heart so hurts for them.  More friends face health issues.  Life sometimes is just not fair.

Dex the rescue German Shorthair hurt his foot in the kennel, so he’s walking wounded, but doing well with his training.  Zanna is milking whatever she can, well, for whatever she can, as usual.  These dogs crack me up.

And voila, Friday is already here, and I have two vendor shows this weekend.

Where did this week go?

Next week will be pretty busy, as well, with work travel and presentations.

I’m working on the balance side of it all, trying to get it all done and achieve balance.

Maybe investing a little more time in writing will help.  I hope so.  I’ve missed writing!  I like the download aspect of it.

And yeah...one thing remains - it's never boring around here!

Happy trails!

The Neverending Saga Of the Wonderdogs...continued.

I left them for one hour.  ONE hour, people.

They found a SEALED padded envelope, with supplements from  Great Taste No Pain.

They tore it open.

And then, they tore plastic bottles open.  Bottles of Digestizyme Plus.

I will tell you, they seem to be digesting their food well.

Blue Rock Holistics should be proud their product works well on Wonderdogs.

ZACCCCKKKKKKK!  ZANNNNNNNNAAAAA!  GET IN HERE!

Essential Oils and All That...by the (Wannabe) Local Midland Expert

So...I’ve dived into the world of Essential Oils since I last saw you.

I’ve joined the thousands, nay, millions who love essential oils and have become instant experts on everything oils.

Disclaimer:  I am no expert.  But since I post on Facebook about the oils and my success with them, that makes me an expert.  Or everyone thinks so. I get a million questions.  Which I then have to turn around and research, because Florence Nightingale that I am, I will not leave one person hanging (or that's what ThatManILove says).  Which makes me an expert.  Or, at the very least, one humble research assistant. But I digress.

Here's the real deal:  I Know Absolutely Nothing.  But I'm Learning.

ThatManILove?  He LOVES the essential oils.

The Wonderdogs?  They LOVE the essential oils.  Zanna, especially.  I get out any oil, she’s right by my side.  You can see her INHALING.  EXHALING.  If she can rub up against anything with essential oil on it (especially lavender), she’s on it.  Loves it.  And then, she tries to rub it off her nose.  She is hilarious.  This essential oil trek has been worth it just to watch my little fragrance ho-dog get down.

So, if you’re ever walking around Midland, and you see this little liver-on-white spotted 4 legged being streak by you, running happy circles, leaping and jumping, followed by a stream of essential oil fragrance?  You have been Zanna-fied.

She has found her reason for being.  She just thought that Wondernose with which God gifted her was specifically for hunting birds.   

Not so.

It’s all about essential oils.

Zack, on the other hand, uses essential oils as yet another reason to take a nap.

It’s never boring around here.

But it dang sure smells goooooooooood.

Speaking of which, here's a song about Essential Oils (The EO Song).  (Otherwise known as Bastille's "Pompeii".)  Great song!  Go listen!

Kiddos, Mudbaths, and Sweet Babies

I wrote this last night.   And then, somehow my computer updated, and it’s...gone.  Vamoose.  Andale.  History.  Quick.  But the upside is I had loaded all my photos to Phanfare, so that's good.  And the bigger upside - all my old files are back.  YAHOOOO!

My original post wasn’t that great anyway, really just gritching about how busy my Saturday was.  Busy, but fun.

First, I met a friend for breakfast/brunch. Nothing better than Mexican food for breakfast!  Yummmm.  Totally blows the diet, though.

As soon as I finished, I met more friends, and drank tea while they ate their salads and pizza.

And then, it was time for the birthday party for Cash, one of my 4 year old friends.  The invite said to come to the party at “the Treehouse and Dirt Pile.”  

Cash' space shuttle birthday cake.  Check out his shirt.  It's the truth!

And they weren’t kidding!  It is so much fun to watch munchkins...especially when they turn the “dirtpile” into the “mudbath.”  Here are some pix so you can join in the fun.

Not too bad...the boots might be history.

Yup, the boots are history.  Daddy thinks it's funny.

Just to show you how crazy it got!

Mudslide!  Big sister Brooke on bottom.

Brooke, still beautiful!

And when it was time to leave, I got a text from my sweet dog-walker, Casey, who’s just given birth to a beautiful little boy.  She wanted to snag a minute to take some pictures, so she met me at the house.  Zanna?  Loves little Rhyder...

Great timing...except for little Rhyder had one horrible tummyache.  We worked around it, but pretty much will have to reschedule.

I love babies.

Happy trails until we meet again!

Grounded

Yeah.  That's right, you read what my blog title said.  

I would post a picture of my current dilemma, but I cannot.

I'm pinned to the bed. And it's not what you think. Remember, ThatManILove is in the field.

Zanna the Wonderpup is crashed across one leg, all 35 spotted pounds of her. And Zack, the big 75 lb. lug, is snoring across my other leg. 

I say, "Kennel". Nothing.  I say it again, "KENNEL!"

They shift a hair or two, you know, like they are in full obedience, and keep on snoring.

Will someone please bring me a bottle of water and a blankie? The rest of me is freezing.

Who Trained These Wonderdogs, Anyway?