The video represents how Scotty is spending the next week while on test in Camp Pendleton. For those not in the know, a test is something that Scotty frequently goes on to test new weapons for the Government. This test: shot guns that blow down doors- because you know, the ninja kick is so over rated. The weather today got into the mid-nineties and poor Scotty brought canned soup for lunch! This, of course, is my fault because this is the one week I did not stock up on lunch meat to make him spectacular sandwiches. Poor guy! For about 12 hours each day Scotty will be outside, in the sand, exposed to the heat, and wearing his neon ear plugs (no one really likes loud noises, it’s not just you Scotty!).

Enjoy the video!
Tiff (on behalf of Scotty)

Check out my new car….for the week! This week I will be seen around O’side in my new Harley Davidson limited edition truck. Funny thing is, this car belongs to my mother! Clearly a chick ride, right? No! I love cruising around town in this car because it goes fast AND has a sunroof! Today I went to the post office and to Wal-Mart to get a fan because yes, we are on day 4 of NO air conditioning! Tomorrow, with my mother-in-laws diligence, we have an appointment to have the A/C looked at. Unless the problem can be fixed relatively cheaply, we might just be going the rest of the summer sweating on the coach (all 4 of us!!)
-P.S. Mom, the car is pictured outside because she had to sit out until Scotty could get home and fit the large piece in the very crowded puzzle. She is currently resting peacefully in the garage for the night.
-Tiff

OK, let’s first explain the title: Donde esta mi esposo? Let me first say that my computer does not allow me to include accents and up-side-down question marks so the title is therefor not gramatically correct. Lately I have been devoting one hour per day to Rosetta Stone. Let me tell you, now that they have covered numbers and letters I am getting lost! Part of the program asks that I speak into a microphone (which is attached to my headphones, and yes, I am aware of how cute it makes me look!). Anyway, the program does not like the way I role my rrrr’s or accentuate my vowels. That is besides the point for today’s blog BTW!!

Every day Scotty comes home at exactly 4:30. It is weird, it is strange, but I accept it! Every single day the garage door opens at 4:30 and the dogs go nuts and I scramble to make Happy Hour look just-right! Well since the economy has taken a downward spiral nothing has really changed for us… BUT I would like to start making little changes. So, I decided to make date night at home this Friday evening. I began with our favorite cocktail and mini pizzas (yes, probably only my favorite!) and some crackers and cheese (yes, definitely his favorite). Well 4:30 comes and goes and a few minipizzas are devoured by me. 4:45 quickly approaches and I start to panic. I call multiple times, leave messages, and text. at 4:47 he calls and says he has been in a meeting that went hours longer than expected but that he was on his way home. I immediately accommodate: 1. Cocktail in the fridge 2. Minipizzas back in the oven on a plate to stay hot 3. cheeses back in the fridge 4. my cocktail moved from the happy hour location to closer to my vicinity as I wait patiently. Scotty apologized, unnecessarily, and rushed home. The minipizzas stayed warm (not sure how) and he of course loved the cheese and crackers. We ended our night with carne esada and beans, a personal fav!
Moral of the Blog: work late honey if it means billable hours!

Wife

Today was relatively uneventful, although it began relatively dramatic. I was downstairs making Scotty his coffee (yuk) and breakfast when he shrieked “the dog threw up!” With Kooper at my side, I knew he meant that the temperamental Jinx had a bout with tummy issues. Scotty cleaned up the mess and didn’t complain. I think maybe I should check his work to make sure he didn’t just ‘pick up’ but ‘clean up’. So Happy Tuesday!

This afternoon Scotty picked me up on his way home from work and we went to get him a much needed hair cut from my over priced hair lady. She does amazing though, so we don’t complain! We then went to our new favorite place, The Flying Bridge, for happy hour. Our favorite appetizers are fava bean dip (with pita bread) and a yummy three cheese bread dish that looks like bite size pizzas. We also enjoy a glass (or 2) of wine and enjoy the sunset. Well, not the sunSET so much because we are in bed before that happens, but we enjoy the sun above the water line of the Pacific. The weather has been amazing and we truly appreciate the beautiful panoramic view the restaurant provides!

It’s a Beautiful Thing (IABT)

Jinx’s mother, Scotty’s wife
P.S. I am aware the pic makes no sense, but it is funny so just leave it!!

My boy pug, Kooper, is an idiot. I know that is not nice to say about a pet, but listen to the story and then you be the judge! For those of us who know Kooper, love Kooper. Every morning is a brand new day and he runs out of his new bedroom charging our bedroom whining and yelping for God knows what. Does he want to eat? Does he want to go on a walk? Does he want his bone? Or, did he forget who we were and is crying because he is scared? This morning was no different. Nick stayed the night last night and Scotty thought it would be funny to get Kooper to run downstairs and jump on the couch (like he normally does) not knowing that there was a comatose body sleeping peacefully. Usually Kooper waits for me to go downstairs because he thinks he needs to herd me (he does tight laps around my legs and lightly pushes me in the direction he would like to go). I guess he wasn’t use to seeing Scotty out of the bed before me or something because he followed his directions to go downstairs and see who was here. All lights are off and the house is relatively quiet except for a loud crash followed by some rattling. Scotty goes to check it out (because it is his fault for getting the dog all riled up in the first place!). He starts laughing and says Kooper knocked down the lamp. I frantically yell, “And what are we laughing at?!” The lamp, let me explain, is VERY heavy and has about 200 strategically placed shells. Every shell was hand placed because the hole is only wide enough to accept my closed fist- ONE SHELL AT A TIME! As Kooper rounded the corner of the stairs he had a jult of energy that sent him behind the couch. His curly tail grabbed the cord for the lamp, which probably scared him and sent him even faster thus pulling down the 20+ pound lamp!The lamp went over, the dog went screaming, and the shells are now upside down and not so perfectly placed. In fact, I can see a price tag inside one of them! Kooper refused to go near the lamp- which is a problem because that is the gateway to upstairs or out the door. He ran back upstairs and… get this… would not come down for breakfast!! We all know that this pug eats like it his his first meal in a month. I had to call him and call him and then go get him to come eat. I made him walk past the lamp and he did the yabba dabba doo thing where his legs did a few laps before his body moved. I think his tail is just now curled back up from this morning, probably because he has forgotten about the whole incident! So now I have to empty the whole lamp of 200 plus shells- ONE AT A TIME and replace every shell ONE AT A TIME. This job will have to go on the chore list!

Kooper’s proud mommy