Eating Junk and Watching Rubbish

We are in Eugene right now, hanging out with Chris and Laurel.  My mom has been potty training the puppy while we are gone.  She says that Bella is sick of babysitting him.

This is a picture of Bella and Killer asleep in the back of the van during our road trip.

A kiss in the night.

A few nights ago I turned to Ralph in bed and made kissing noises with my mouth, using echolocation to hone in on his face in the dark (he makes the noises back to me).  I located his lips and went for it, my lips slightly parted.  The moment his hairy(?) lips met mine, a tiny tongue quickly darted in and out of my mouth.  Those were not Ralph's lips.  They were Killer's.  It was one of the most surprising and grody kisses I have ever experienced.

I can't stop laughing about it.

Snow this morning.

 Ralph fell asleep while holding Killer.

 Bella holding Killer.

 We woke up to some snow today.

Bella chasing Coco in the snow.

Lederhosen!

 For Christmas, Ralph recieved lederhosen from my uncle, Steve.  I got a pair too but as they say in Bavaria, my thighs go straight to the floor.  I am sending them back for a beefier leg version.  I'm sure that it's from carrying goats and dogs in my bike trailer...  Yeah.

Until then, I will wear Ralph's.  They look much better on him.

Lederhosen, a Christmas tradition.  I can't wait to wear mine around the yard and to the store.

Thank you, Steve and Irmgard!

As a side note, we discussed personal creeds in church this Sunday and I have identified 3 things that I feel that have become my "creed" over the years:

1) I fly my freak flag high. (Also known as: I can do whatever I want, I'm eccentric.)

2) I am a friend to people who need a friend.

3) I try my hardest not to judge.

Some Dam Pictures

 The water level is down about 10 feet from the 1980s now that California draws some of its water from the reservoir.  You can see the line in the rocks behind us in the pictures.

 Ralph, Elaine and son Wesley

 This is where water would go if there was enough to overfill the reservoir. 

 Water that leaks through the dam is pumped back up into the reservoir.

 A dam bridge was built so highway traffic to Arizona no longer needs to put stress on the dam.

 It's difficult to capture how tall the dam is.

 The Hoover Dam.

A sign which captures the style of the 30s, when the dam was built.

I let both dogs ride in my lap on the way back to Vegas.

Killer got all shivery because I need to keep the AC on so Bella doesn't pant.  I covered him with a welding hat and he fell asleep.

Unfortunately, I didn't get many pictures of us hanging out with Karen and Chuck. We did see the Blue Man Group (courtesy of Uncle Steve).  Pictures of that will be posted later.

Welcome to Fab Las Vegas

Motoring

 Arizona state tree.  Apparently they can reach heights of up to 12 meters.  I haven't yet seen one that tall.

 Killer asleep.  He's good in the car.

 He burrowed under Bella to get warm.

 The favorite toy of both dogs: ALF.

Bella is showing off her Pawdicure while Killer chews her monkey toy.  Emmie painted her nails this time around with nail polish that I bought her for Christmas.

We are in Vegas right now with cousins Karen and Chuck.  We visited with Jane and Lee tonight when we arrived.  I don't want to use my time here writing stories so I will make this post short.  Happy New Year Everyone!