Happy Birthday Parker.

Yesterday was Parker's 6th birthday. I officially adopted him on July 5, 2003 and since none of my dogs have papers confirming the actual day they were born, I figured it doesn't really matter when we celebrate. My friends and I threw him a puppy party on Saturday the 4th because having b-day parties on Sundays is lame. Jay and Katie bought an edible doggie birthday cake from The Barkery, I bought the red, white and blue party favors and we all got together and pretended that Parker actually understood what was going on. Guests in attendance included: Parker, Moxie, Raffey, Sierra and Taz.

Anyways, yesterday morning I decided to let the dogs have the birthday cake leftovers for breakfast, because I'm a cool mom like that. It all started well, with each dog eating of their own plates.

However, as you can see...

Moxie wound up finishing hers early and then decided that she should eat off of the puppy's plate too. Speaking of the puppy, my mom and dad are going to adopt him. When they came to visit, they fell head over heels in love with him...which, secretly, is what I was hoping would happen. Mission accomplished, problem solved. He's going to love living on Lake Wylie...my parents have a huge yard, a big house and I know he'll be spoiled rotten!

Now that I don't have to worry about finding him a home anymore, it's time to find myself a new home. I've got until the end of August to get it all sorted out...which is plenty of time...but I'm having trouble finding a place that has everything I'm looking for. I can't remember if I ever explained why I have to move in the first place...the short version of the story is that the owner of the house I've been renting was pocketing my rent money every month and not paying his mortgage with it...so the bank foreclosed on the house and now I have to move out. The bank is giving us 90 days to move (from June 18th) so at least we didn't get kicked out on our keister's.

I went to an open house over the weekend and checked out a potential place. The owners of the property were nice but when they asked me if I was, "living in sin" I figured this probably wasn't the house for me. Their question startled me so much that I sort of laughed out loud...I thought, are you serious or are you messing with me? They were dead serious. I assured them that I wasn't and they seemed pleased to hear it...but they were totally creepy...like the kind of people who would set up hidden cameras to monitor for all sin-like behavior which might be going on without their knowledge. It's a shame too, the house was nice.

I have time...that's what I keep telling myself. I don't have to move right away. But it's inherent in my DNA to stress over the eventual, inevitable and impending things in life. Oh well, it'll all work itself out in the end, I hope.

For the next few days I've got enough to keep me occupied. The Beyonce concert is Thursday night, the American Idols Live concert is Friday night...hopefully I'll behave this year, unlike last, when I grabbed David Archuletta's thigh in a moment of temporary insanity. I'm still not sure why I did that. Poor thing, he looked terrified.