Wells Fargo

This isn't about them... at least not completely. They've just been on my mind so often, I thought I'd dedicate my hate to them.

Anywho, the other day I scheduled Luke and Leia to get their yearly shots, and for some reason I scheduled it for the same day and time. Chewy can't be left by himself, so instead of rescheduling, I decided that I should just take all of them. By myself. Smart right?

On my list of brilliant ideas... taking them ALL to the vets by myself was on the bottom. Of the stupid idea list. I had to have the staff help me bring them in and hold them while I ran and tried to either pull or pick up one of the others. Leia and Chewy peed on my vet and her assistant while Luke was all like "OH MY GOSH PEOPLE! OH MY GOSH FLOOR! OH MY GOSH A DOOR STOPPER! I LOVE ALL THINGS!"

I'm not sure who he resembles more, but his love for life and everything in it is not a trait in our family. At least not my side. Basically, now I've learned that if they need to get shots, I need to make three separate appointments. I love them, but it's times like these where I'm just like "WHY IN THE WORLD DO I HAVE THREE LARGE DOGS?!"

I love them though... and I want more.

News on the house:

WE FINALLY SIGNED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I'm absolutely kidding. They cleared us to close last Monday (this is the second time they have said this) and then called us later saying that they needed ONE MORE THING. You know what they need? My foot shoved up...

I'll stop. But seriously, I HATE WELLS FARGO. I had a dream about burning their building down. I watched as it burned, but my dream didn't go into any more detail. Darn. You know it's starting to get bad if you're dreaming about burning their buildings to the ground. The relo company that owns the house said that if we didn't close by last week, that they would put the house on the market again. Our agent called and asked them to extend it and they agreed if we moved to a different bank. Which we did, on Friday. We moved our loan over to Bank of Arkansas and they said they should have everything done by next Saturday. I don't know whether to believe them or not, but the lady we were working with said that she had to take a case from Wells Fargo only that morning as well. I spoke to our agent today (we went to see the house to measure for a fridge. It's still as beautiful as I remember it) and she said that she's heard countless stories of Wells Fargo customers leaving because of their inability to handle mortgages. I'm not surprised. Our agent said that she's going to announce to the 300+ agents in her company to not work with Wells Fargo.

I smiled when I heard that. They just lost a lot of business in NW Arkansas and I just can't feel but a little responsible :). I hope their buildings burn.

Cheward the 3rd

Last Sunday, my baby boy Chew-Chew celebrated his first birthday! My big chug had a fun little party with just his brother and sister (since we don't really know any of the neighbor dogs, and also because Chewy is about 80% bigger than them...). I baked him an awesome peanut butter cake and they were all able to eat some soft food instead of their regular hard food. I bathed him in kisses (mainly because I can't get him in the bathtub to save my life... or I would have actually bathed him) and showered him in affection. He obviously only cared about the cool new food part, but I also know that deep down my baby chug feels loved. For Luke and Leia's birthday I did a "three things you love about them", so here is Chewy's list:

#1. He is protective of his mommy.
Nothing flatters me more than watching him crowd around me at the dog park and growl at any dogs that come near me. He also does that to Luke and Leia... but that's more annoying than cute. But what can I say? The baby boy loves his mommy!

(Ignore Luke... he didn't understand what "move" meant)

#2. He's fat.

I just love how chunky he is. I think that's what makes him so stinking cute: he's fat and he's proud. I love watching him on walks because even though he's big, he trots when he walks. It's the funniest thing. And he's so proper when he does it. He lifts his tail up in the air and his huge paws are just trotting up the road. He pulls... but we're still working on that.

#3. He's hilarious.

Out of the three, he's the funniest to watch. My favorite thing is when his flappy cheek gets stuck on a tooth so he looks like he's half growling. Sometimes he'll just stare at me that way and I just have a laughing fit because of how silly he looks. He's also a menace to Leia. Everyday when I get home and let them in, him and Leia deck it out. She'll jump on our bed and Chewy will just stand in front of her and bark. He'll do that until she reacts and when she does, he usually runs away and slams into something. A couple of times that "something" was me... but you just learn to live with 100+ pounds being thrown at you.

I love my Chew and I'm grateful that he is my baby boy to love and to squeeze. 

 Baby Boy

 His awesome cake. I tried it... it tasted like crap.

 A true candid of our life. Leia is ALWAYS in my face, Luke is doing his own thing, and Chewy is just like "When can I have my cake mom?"

He's being such a patient boy while Mommy wastes time with pictures.

I, of course, had to emasculate him with an awesome and pretty blue twisty thing! 

Luckily no one was hurt or injured during the consumption of cake.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHEW-CHEW!

Resurrection

No, this isn't going to be spiritual, sorry y'all.

And by y'all, I mean "you all".

Anywho, I was going to wait to blog when we finally closed on our house, but WE HAVEN'T CLOSED ON OUR HOUSE.

We were supposed to close the end of June... but I don't think Wells Fargo owns any calendars because it's freakin September. I keep hearing "Oh, we'll close this week" and then the week goes by and no one is asking me to sign anything. I'm probably on the verge of committing murder, but luckily for Wells Fargo I'm too poor to fly out there to burn them alive on a stake. I hope to one day maybe just ruin their company, but I just don't have the energy. They're lucky I'm lazy.

The past couple of months have been a blur really. All we've been doing is waiting for our house to close, working, yard work, dog work, some sleeping (maybe), Michael probably got sick... oh wait no I did, more working, and we visited DC for a weekend for Ale's Sweet 15! I took tons of pictures, but on their camera, so I'll probably never see them since they never know where the cord is. The party was a lot of fun though, and Michael and I had a great time. I danced like an idiot with old friends, ate a TON of cheese, watched Mariachi's play, and got to visit with people I hadn't seen in years. It was so nice to drive around, even though we were only there for maybe 2 days total. Ale looked beautiful and elegant which is weird because I don't think I've ever seen her in anything other than soccer shorts. I also got caught up with everything soccer, thanks to her giving me play by plays of the past 35 matches. She didn't really, but the point I'm trying to make is she talks about soccer too much.

Apart from all of that boringness, the only thing exciting that's coming up is CHEWIE'S BIRTHDAY!!! Can you believe my little fatty fat is turning one!? I found this picture of him on my computer the other day of when we first got him:

How cute is my chunk-a-chunk!? He's so little and fluffy; his little tongue sticking out. I tried to get Chewie to sit the same way so that I could get a good "before and after" picture, but this is all he gave me:

Basically he's grown a lot and is really fat. And extremely cute. And smelly... but cute. I love my Chew-Chew and I can't wait to celebrate his first birthday on Sunday!

Hopefully soon I can finally blog about our new house... hopefully.