I just saw this movie. IMO, it could have been better. But the theater was full of girls and if the collective sniffling tells me anything, mine could be an unpopular opinion.

But, this movie got me thinking, just in case something happens to me and I lose my memory of the last 5 years, I want you to first:

1. Take me to this Tumblr so I don’t try to update about my amnesia-trauma via LiveJournal (embarrassing). Also reading all my posts will remind me that I am vain and way too involved in social media. This will be good for me. It will help me connect with who I am.

2. Break the news to me (very gently) that instead of a chocolate toy poodle (I was obsessed with these 5 years ago) I have a half breed pit bull. Don’t let me see her right away. The force with which she jumps up onto me WILL NOT soften the blow that I don’t have a hand held poodle. 

3. Secretly cut up my credit card. I won’t remember having one, and I don’t need too. 

4. Explain to me that Abercrombie and Fitch henleys, super cropped cardigans, and Hollister shorty short denim shorts are out, and I should really use my spare energy mixing prints and working neon into my wardrobe. I won’t comprehend this at first. Be patient. Maybe read a Vogue to me as a bed time story. Please don’t ever let me go into Hollister again. Even if it does look like a fun beach house. It’s not. Not at all.

5. Lastly, remind me I’m engaged to T. I don’t think this will come as a shock for me like in the movie, because 1) T was never in Step Up, so I won’t be doubting my choices as much, and 2) T is wonderfully charming and a total babe and so patient and I’ll probably be pretty pleased with myself. I will however be super bummed I can’t remember our engagement story, so someone will need to fly me to Las Vegas stat and let me relive it all over again. A couple of times. It will HELP so DO IT. 

I’m feeling a bit blue.. but this cuddly girl and RHOBH season finale makes everything better.

“They see me rolling, they hating, trying to catch me riding’ dirty….”

(Taken on the drive to drop Nala off at her grandparents so we can head to Chucktown tomorrow puppy-free. Wahhhh I miss her already.)

Once upon a time, I dreamed of having a dog. A little, tiny princess dog that I could put in (fake) Louis Vuitton purses (ala Jessica Simpson) and it would be awesome.

And then my fiance wanted to adopt this little nugget, whose mother was Shar Pei, and who the breeder SWORE was also part lab. 

But what does that look like to you? A lot more Pit Bull than Shar Pei or Lab or anything. (And this has been confirmed by 2 vets and a groomer.) 

So, now I am stuck with THEMOSTDANGEROUSBREEDOFDOGEVER! but here’s the thing: she is the most friendly, sweet, cuddly, and playful little nugget in the world. She’s never snapped at anyone, she loves other dogs, and she loves people to a fault. (And she doesn’t shed. At all. Thank you, Pit Bull buzz cut.)

I’ve been doing some research and apparently all of her good qualities can be attributed to her Pit Bull genes. They are supposed to be overly friendly, goofy, and would-be lap dogs. That is Nala 110%. 

I’m in love. I’m no longer afraid of Pit Bulls. They are just dogs- and there are no bad dogs- just bad owners. But the other day I was scrolling through the humane society’s “dogs for adoption” listing, and like 75% of the dogs were Pit Bulls, a lot of them puppies, ALL of them listed as “sweet and friendly.” But because of idiots who train these sweet lap-dogs to be mean, “home inspection is required to adopt.” How many people do you think are going to get their homes inspected and adopt the “#1 most dangerous breed in America?” Probably nobody. The people that want Pit Bulls are the people that don’t deserve them in the first place. 

So if you would do me a kindness and click this link and read about these poor, unliked doggies that are really just big angel baby princesses. And then click THIS link and look at these pictures and read these sweet stories and see if your heart just doesn’t MELT! And then just maybe, if you’re in the market for a dog, check out your local shelter and see all the friendly puppies available for adoptions, and maybe MAYBE even give a sweet, deserving Pit a home. 

Merry Christmas from our little family to you and yours.

I just felt like you all should know how needy my dog is. I am laying here, Facebooking and trying to digest the atrocious amount of food I just ate, and she is -4 inches away from me. I didn’t have to do any prompting to get her to take this picture, this is how we’ve been laying for the past 15 minutes.

Such is love, I guess. 

is your heart melting yet?

I have the prettiest little nugget daughter in the world.

my baby is in surgery right now getting fixed. I know it’s a routine procedure, but worried doesn’t begin to cover it. Lord help me when I have actual human children

my puppy and Dad’s puppy. niece and uncle. Taken with instagram