Consistency is King

23 Jul

“Consistency is the hallmark of the unimaginative.” – Oscar Wilde

I wholeheartedly disagree with that statement.  I think consistency is retro and key to a happy life.  Don’t change jobs, spouses, cities, or your coffee order.  A habit-free existence would be a robotic existence; it would be one in which nothing could be taken for granted. But if nothing can be taken for granted, you can’t get started on anything. (NPR Blog)

That is the mid-set I went into our kitchen renovation with.  I have always, always known what I liked and disliked in home decor. **and in all facets of life for that matter!!  Ever since a wee child I made note of what design decisions I appreciated and ones I did not.    For instance when I was around 8 years old the exterior of the house I grew up in was painted purple.  I thought this was atrocious.  I did not appreciate being associated with the poor color choice: “the purple house at the end of the cul-de-sac.” UGH! No no no no no no.

When we moved into the new house the original kitchen was so terrible I began to avoid cooking in it at all costs.  Gabriel would ask what was for dinner, I would suggest a restaurant.  The layout was cumbersome, the green formica counter made to food look toxic and the red communist walls were dizzying.

The terrible old kitchen

The terrible old kitchen

When we began meeting with the kitchen designer I showed him all the elements of the kitchen I wanted.  Picking out the materials, cabinets, handles were done in a matter of an hour.  Organization is also key…..  How did people re-decorate before Pinterest?

Kitchen mid construction

Kitchen mid construction, Coco hard at work.


2.5 weeks after the demo began- VOILA it was complete.

Voila all done!

Voila all done!

What I failed to realize is how truly consistent I am with my taste.  I adore my puppy dogs, as this blog is a testament to.  I adore them so much my home decor has begun to reflect them.

Those flecks in the granite sure look familiar….

Those flecks in the granite sure look familiar….

Hmmmm.  #dontjudge



It’s baaaaack!

22 Jul

Like a bad virus that you just can’t kick. The blog is baaaaack!  A lot has changed since 2012.  A few things on the list:

  • We got married
  • Gabriel deployed a second time
  • We bought a house while he was gone..
  • Coconut has a new BROTHER!!!!!

Phew! That was exhausting.

Sweet Gaby said we could get a THIRD pup if we had a house.  While he was gone I was intent on taking him up on this deal. When he returned in February he had a house.  Step one of two.  After a day or two back in the country, I kindly reminded him of his puppy promise.   He pretended not to hear what I said.

new house


“Then one sunny April day Santa came say, Charlotte with your nose so bright won’t you lead the Gabriel to a new puppy today???”  

Or in this case, our friend Brad posted an adorable Coconut look alike on my Facebook wall.



I told the Hubs we should go visit him at the rescue center. As I told him this I was simultaneously packing the dog carrier and leash into the car.  Gabriel soon realized this wasn’t going to be just a ‘visit.’  Once we got there it was evident Diego wanted to join our clan.  

And join our clan did he ever!!!! 


While a sweet lil guy, he was very much ‘McNeedy #1.’  

 meet Diego

Coconut thought this was OK, until he tried to spend the night in HER bed with us.

Bad Coco


Staking her claim like the royal B*ach she has always been.  Coconut marked her territory in the middle of the night.  Diego has learned to sleep on the floor ever since…..

Aww we love you coco!  Diego too, but shhhh we won’t tell anyone. 

Pugs, Make My World Go Round

8 Nov

I love pugs.




I love little ones, big ones, stinky ones and all those in between.  Nothing in the world makes this girl happier than a lil sneezing, wheezing  whining, shedding, smelly pug.  I have had many animals in my lifetime guinea pigs, small dogs, big dogs, rats, hamsters, fish etc yet to this day nothing melts my heart like a waddling pug.

In other words:


 While not the most poetic, this quote hits the nail right on the head.  It has been exactly 13 months since I lost my beloved stinky Peggy and frankly my heart aches for a Peggy junior.  Plus Coconut need a playmate, our elderly Emma just doesn’t cut it.

Then my wonderful brand new husband graced me with the best new a pug lover could ever hear:


Yes baby, we can get a pug.

He also went on to say, “When we buy a house with a yard.”

I didn’t need to hear the last part, because I heard the first part and that was all I needed to make 2013 sound like the best year a girl could ask for. **Swoon** Now I cherish my pug jewelry, t-shirts, artwork even more because! soon soon my little chipmunks, I will be the proud owner/Mama of the most precious creature on this earth!!  OH BE STILL MY HEART!!!

Now its time to think of names…… I have a few ideas but I am open to new ones… Extra points for names that are food or  Spanish or BOTH!

Examples:  Salchicha, Cebolla etc.


 Three dogs is a lot, but not when one dog is part goddess.

(and I am not referring to Coconaughtty)

(stay tuned for the latest Coconut Adventures) 

Great Dane BUTT Print

12 Jul

It’s a very warm Thursday evening and I decided to take the dogs on a long walk on a nature trail because I felt bad that the puppy girls had been cooped all week.


 About 5 min into the walk I take Emma off her leash because shes a good off the leash walker.  Coconut does not get this special treatment.

As soon and I un hook her leash I walk a few steps and I don’t hear her.  I turn and what do I see?

There is Emma she has stopped, dropped and begun ROLLING in a MASSIVE mud puddle.  I scream EMMA!!!!!!!!!!!!!! she stops and looks at me?

“WTF woman, I’m having a good time.”  I run over to her she hops up and resumes on our walk.  She turns and her entire left side is caked in mud.  She looks exactly how elephants look after a mud roll.  I laugh and try to tell myself the bath wont be that bad.

We get into the apt and I carefully try to walk into the bathroom.  I rinse, suds, rinse again – SUCCESS clean dog.  She hops out of the tub and its all done, until I see the bathroom cabinets, a near perfect Emma butt print.


Oh well, I tried!

Coco Couture

3 May

Coconut has her debut race, ‘running of the chihuahuas‘ on Saturday so she decided to try on her ‘race outfit’

here we go:

(pictures have been commented on by her majesty MS.COCONUT)


Oh, am I posing already?


You like that? Yeah I though so.


I look fab in the light of sunset



Oh, please Mama no more pictures


pink shift and silver pearls





Well now that you have seen our ensembles, come cheer me (Coconut) on for my first race on Saturday in SW DC!!!!  Watch me preform like NONE other. XOXOXO-COCONUTTTY


Coconut Destroys her Pee Pee Pad

23 Apr

Once upon time there was a little dog who when left to her own devices destroyed everything in sight. One day the Mama Wench made the poor decision to give her a peepee pad to sop up her filth.
Dear little coconut took this as a wonderful opportunity to rip it to shreds and possible give herself chemical poisoning. Alas just another day on the boat.



18 Apr

“Girrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrl!!!! CAN YOU BRING IT?”
“Oh its already been broughten!!!”

Attention Ms. Coconut, I think Mr. Geronimo has bought his A game, now how you goin’ to top that???? Guuuuuuurl