The Latta Family

We always take the dog out for one last walk of the night.  Depending on which one of us takes her- that walk happens anywhere between 9:30pm and 12:30am. The other night, Doug comes dashing in the door.  He's talking all about how this weird black cat chased him and the dog home.  He mentioned it SEVERAL times the following day.  I should probably have been more sympathetic.  I mean, Doug isn't exactly a scaredy cat (hahaha, see what I did there).  That's me.  He doesn't imagine werewolves in the bushes, or rabid animals stalking him. That's all me.  He's also not one to embellish, for the sake of a good story.  I don't do that either- for the record.  My stories are all completely accurate.  You can count on me to tell the facts, and only the facts.  (I need to make sure you know that- because the following tale is straight up for real.) You should also know three things: 1 our dog HATES cats, 2 the dog is a great big old wuss.  She's good for givi

Poor Doug.  I have issued 2 threats to him, within a 12 hour period. Doug and I came down with a stomach bug within minutes of one another on Tuesday.  Honestly, the timing is quite bizarre.  He dashed into one bathroom, and minutes later I dashed into the other.  Y'all that stomach bug is no fun!  However . . . I haven't had to eat one cookie in 2 days, and the ones I ate the night before I got sick were all free calories.  :-) I felt terrible.  I felt terrible physically, and I was guilt ridden.  Poor Andrew and especially Alexa. Andrew had friends I kicked him out to play with, but Alexa . . . her friends are gone this week.  She and I made a list of things we were going to do this week.  It was supposed to be a week of fun!!!! She handled it like a champ.  She was only too happy to watch Netflix for the entire morning while I recovered.  Unfortunately, later Tuesday evening we had make plans to go to our favorite college team's baseball game with a few other familie

It's been almost 4 months since I have blogged!  What's the deal?!  Well, I've been struggling with this whole social media thing.  I am feeling disenchanted with it.  Well, with parts of it.  I unplugged for awhile, while I tried to get my head around it. I got rid of Facebook a few weeks ago, and then I creep back on every now and then, because I want to see your pictures and keep up with old friends, but . . . then I see why I am not on there.  Then I read a comment and I go, "Oh yeah.  That's why I don't like it."  It's been so freeing not being on it. Not being aware of people's hurt feelings or drama, that doesn't include me.  I like it.  I like not snooping to find out why so and so got upset.  It's unhealthy.  Except, I can't stop.  Realizing this, I want you to know- that I will keep up the blog, because I love doing it.  But you'll have to check it on your own.  I'm taking an extended break from the old Facebook.  It