total cop out.

the ruskie says that mama ruskie (who is made of awesome) wants me to update this blog. so this is an update. but really it's not because nothing ever happens in our house anymore. we've become relatively normal. though this conversation did take place yesterday upon the jew's return from her thanksgiving trip:

jew (opens the refrigerator. looks in.): is there a fruit basket in the refrigerator?
gypsy: yes.
jew (pauses, does her curious but not so much as to ask face): ok. (closes the refrigerator)

the end. see? not very interesting.

but i rest comfortably knowing this:

ComradeRuskie (1:52:38 PM): btw my mom wants you to update your blog

Gypsy (1:52:47 PM): sure she does

ComradeRuskie (1:53:26 PM): no really, she loves it

ComradeRuskie (1:53:32 PM): probably more than mine

gypsy (1:55:57 PM): i'm sorry

ComradeRuskie (1:56:10 PM): UGH

gypsy (1:57:18 PM): :)

slightly amusing. even though she woke me up ;)

frantic call from the jew this morning in which she sounded like a scared first time mother.

jew: "something's wrong with tucker"
me: "what do you mean?"
jew: "his ears are back & his tail is between his legs & he's shaking & looks miserable in general."
me: "is he cold?"
jew: "what?"
me: "is he cold? was he just outside?"
jew: "yeah..."
me: "touch his nose...is it cold?"
jew: "like ice"
me: "wrap him in a blanket & hold him for a little bit, he'll be all right."
jew: "oh. ok. good. i just thought....the last time he was like that he ended up in the emergency room. i was worried."
me: "no, he's fine. he just doesn't know when to not play outside."

tucker's favorite season is winter. he won't come inside until he's almost frozen. he loves to sled once the snow comes. yes, ruskie, there will be pictures of this. :)

party to the crime? or accessory after the fact without intent?

i unwittingly busted the jew out of the hospital today without knowing she hadn't been discharged.

sigh.

she's going to get me arrested. or at least in trouble with mama jew.

teeny tiny baby steps.

i'm a'house huntin' tomorrow. without the jew. this makes me very nervous and sad. but also happy cause yay, i'm getting all grown up & moving in with the gf. but still. home life without the jew? i don't like that idea one little bit.

no no no.

dying from the cuteness....

the little monster has gained quite a bit of weight lately. we're not so sure why or how, but he no longer looks like a pitt-bull in anyway. in fact he's all big fatty old man lab. however, he's still able to make us go awwwww when he does things like this:
on a sidenote: i've begun the process of looking for a new place to live. this makes me very sad. we're not sure how we're going to divide the monster. i say chainsaw, but most likely we'll go with a massive game of tug-o-war....

at the behest of mama ruskie....

Wonder if they'd let Tucker into the theatre to see this one. Although he'd probably try to run around the back side of the screen to try to find a new friend.

http://movies.yahoo.com/premieres/10232841/standardformat/