I know you missed us!!

Starting up the good old blog again, I know you have missed our lovely day by day rant and raves. Things have been moving so fast lately; Murphy and I have been working really hard. Making public appearances downtown at the local bars, photo shoots in the backyard and sewing up a potholder thunderstorm so we can some day soon move out of the flood tunnel we call our apartment. Ideally Id likes to move up to higher ground and then minus the thoughtless 19year olds living upstairs that spend their Saturday nights puking over the railing onto our lovely landscaped backyard below. Other news, Kwik Trip gas station is still the best place in the world and Diet Pepsi is still the liquid of champions!

More news is to come...so pay attention!

Moisture in the Air

The water is almost gone, but it’s still lingering in the air. It’s like an evil demon here to destroy me but I will dispose of it first. My time at home is now full of watching movies at high volume to hear over the humming and lying on the floor with Mur-Man and Widget, no chairs or couches for us. After this whole incident of home flooding I’ve learned to keep my doors locked, due to drunken neighbors wanting to come in and talking about how bad this sucks for me. Just a warning to you all you neighbors out there, when drinking please try and stay away from me and don’t try and yell your stupid questions from across the grass. THANKS!!

PS. Only two soda cans for me today!

Water..Never Again!

As of last night I decided that water is not my friend, it was just never meant to be. While going out to eat delouse pizza pie last night I was instantly hit with a mother’s intuition. About 20 minutes earlier a million gallons of rain came down on our little town and knowing that my animals where home living in the ground I knew I had to get there. Opening the door to my apartment the carpet was having a nice little (BIG) soaking in a crap load of rain water. It was draining in from the walls and Murphy was running around in it like he was at a picnic or something. After having a small heart attack and making several phone calls with a high pitch alarming voice I found my apartment at stage one, everything packed back away and off the walls. Four days for the carpet to dry, 4 days for CRAP TO DRY!! So currently I will be living in a wind tunnel and bathing with tubes. Water is meant to stay out of my apartment; it only comes in when I invite it in in small quantities, such as in bottles and watering cans. Water and I were never that close in the beginning as you may know but now I’m defiantly not giving that bastard a chance. You just screwed yourself H2O!!!

On a Hot Day

One our daily trip to Kwik Trip this morning Murphy and I ran into a little bit of a dilemma. Even with our VIP parking (employee parking) we were still forced to park in the hot hot sun. Not wanting to come back to the car to an extra crispy puppy who I could later serve on a kabob or in a puppy soup of some sort, I knew we had to figure something out. So grapping a hoodie from the back seat I whipped it on and tucked Murphy inside. Hoping they didn’t notice the giant bulge coming from my stomach; I ran into Kwik Trip in a slow kind of way, but then realized I had to go to the bathroom. Moving quickly to the restroom with my newly added extra 16lbs I entered and found myself squatting above the toilet; holding Murphy’s bottom so I wouldn’t have a pee filled puppy on my hands. But on the bright side at least it was nice and air conditioned in there.

Out Our Back Door

Today Murphy and I saw a few interesting things. Wells Fargo employees sleeping in their cars, homeless men pooping in the grass and small children pretending the sidewalk was a swimming pool and that was all before 4pm. Our neighborhood isn’t the best place to live but makes for good blog material. Even sitting outside can be a gamble for us sometimes. Like today we sat in the backyard and the same “not so sane” lady with her half gray hair and her half there shirt keep pacing back and forth, I knew she was up to no good. Giving her directions a few different times to a few different places she finally left once I told her my puppy had rabies and that I was also infected with the scary disease. She then called me a bitch and then ran away. I was only being nice and she had to go off and do that…naughty naughty.

Sad Day

Yes, I do think its ridicules to cry at a 5 min preview for a movie, but if there’s a cute little puppy in it, it’s hard to hold it back. I’m getting so pathetic these days. I was watching the opening credits for a movie this morning and found myself crying by the time it was over. I have found my weakness, puppies! Just put a puppy/dog in any situation and I’ll cave like a sandcastle on a rainy day.

P.S. I don’t think it’s a bad thing to want to carry around an oversized purse just to fit your extra soda cans.

Coming soon:
Dana, Murphy and Widget Comic!

Getting to know Widget

Some people have been feeling that I need to include widget more in my blog. For those
who don’t know Widget started off as my tester kitty for Murphy. About 5 months ago I felt that Murphy’s kitty phobia had to be corrected. So we got Widget in the effort to help him with his fears and to give him a little responsibility in life and today I’m proud to say that Murphy’s phobic has been curried! I’ve put Murphy in charge of Widget; he keeps him on a daily schedule of play time, eating and naps. Murphy, Jerry Seinfeld and I have even started discussing having Widget be apart of our TV show plans. We told him he just needs to work on his stage presence. But with Mur being his new talent coach I’m sure he’ll be fine.

Our Tv Idea

This morning Murphy and I watched our dear favorite Jerry Seinfeld co-host the Live with Regis and Kelly Show. We oh so enjoyed watching Jerry tell Kelly Ripa he couldn’t believe she got paid to do this mindless job everyday. Sitting there watching Murphy and I discussed how we should be the ones co-hosting with Seinfeld, and that we should have a show with him. Maybe call it something like “Sein, Sikkia and Pup” or maybe “Discussions about Nothing”, something along those lines. We three would be a hit; we’d give our options about current events and celebrities. Even visit fascinating places like ice cream shops and cool ass puppy parks and pools. Murphy could even give cooking tips while Jerry and I look up what Halloween costumes are the best to wear in summer. We’d let our viewers know the shocking truth about the awesomely dumb stuff that’s out there. I smell a hit!!!

Defeat

Yesterday I started my Kwik Trip challenge. The goal was to go with out any Kwik Trip products for at least one week. I made it through the morning hours but as soon as evening came around I knew I was going to be in trouble. Sitting all days at work canned soda just wasn’t cooking it for me. …..so I caved, it hit 8:15pm and I couldn’t find my self control any where. Filling up my refill cup with delicious fountain soda I knew my anxiety was coming to an end. Thinking to myself, how could I resist this place? It’s so so so wonderful and they even let me park in employee parking when it's busy and there’s no where else to park. Can’t beat that!

Facebook Doctor

Let’s just say there are negatives and positives to having my doctor on Facebook. On the positive side it’s nice to quickly ask if my stomach is going to explode from a wormy overload from the sushi I ate the night before. But yet on the negative side he sees how many cans per hour of Diet Pepsi I intake. This makes its harder to lie to his face when he asks me how many cans I’m drinking a day, since I’m sure with a little calculation or reading a blogs or two he would be able to come to a conclusion; then followed by “the talk” of how soda is killing my body, not helping it grow into the flower it really is. But deleting him off my Facebook would mean no more status updates of basketball scores and strawberry bushes. Oh the decisions…oh so hard.

Ridding Partner

Today I laid outside enjoying the warmth of the sun on my semi-ziti face, while I was greeted (interrupted) by one of my upstairs neighbors. He introduced himself followed by asking if I lived alone or if I had roommates. I said, “No, it’s just me a Murphy here.” He then replied with, “Is Murphy your son?” Looking at him as if he was a complete idiot I just said yeah, not wanting to have to continue our wonderful conversation. But maybe when he only sees me ridding my bike with a puppy dog strapped to my chest and not a baby he’ll get the hint.

Wishful Thinking

I wish I was a kitty because kitties don’t get hangovers .

Worm

I need to get Murphy (aka pumpkin patch) an anti tummy worm pill, pronto! He ate some sushi last night and I don’t want him to get sushi worms in his puppy tummy. I called the veterinarian today and they said they didn’t think he would be able get worms from just eating sushi. “But Grandma Colette told me it was possible,” I said. They thought he would be ok, and that maybe I was overrating. So hopefully I don’t wake up tomorrow with a puppy full of sushi worms, since I’m not authorized to perform anti worm surgery.

Pumpkin Patch

This weekend Murphy and I purchased 144 cans of Diet Pepsi on super sale!! Then this morning we finally got to see how our soda habit is helping out the citizens of our lovely town. We were out and about like we do every morning and when returning to our home we spotted a local homeless man digging through our trash. With having no cares about it Mur and I exited our car with me caring two 12 packs of soda. The homeless man who we will call Willy looked up and said, “Is this your garbage can?”
I replied with, “Yeah it is, why?”
Then he turned back and said to us, “Thanks for all the soda cans, this is my favorite stop to pick through.” Only good things come from a soda can! …True Story!

Side note: Murphy’s new nick name is Pumpkin Patch!

Soda Water

Every month I like to engage myself with the female ritual of shaving ones legs. Myself I like to shave my legs as quickly and as less often as possible. Today was the day I decided it must be done. With my mega buddy size fountain soda (42oz) sitting upon the ledge of the tube I began to shave. But the problem is, is that Murphy loves the bath tube as well. He thinks any time I’m in the bath he has to be too and today Murphy got his wish, but only at the expense of MY soda pop. When I wasn’t looking Murphy jumped over the edge of the tube hitting the soda dead on. 42 oz of Diet Pepsi filled the bath tube making a mixture of water, soda and leg hair. After the shock of losing my soda I quickly continued to shave in my Murphy made soda water. But I learned something today; Diet Pepsi is not just amazingly tasty but makes your skin silky smooth. This summer I’m going to have the best Diet Pepsi skin on the block!!...Yes bath tube...not tub..:)

Charlie Chaplin Look Alike Contest

Oh delicious soda how good you are at relieving headaches, but not yet tooth aches. I spent my morning sitting in a dentist chair watching tigers eat monkeys while getting the soda drilled out of my teeth. Then later this afternoon I spent my time watching Seinfeld and drawing fake mustaches on Murphy with a washable marker. I tried it with Widget but kitty fur doesn’t hold marker. So I had to draw it on my finger and hold it up to his face. Then Widget and Murphy took turns acting out Charlie Chaplin scenes to entertain me wile I has couch ridden. Water is now a little bit closer of a friend then it was before.

Dandelions

Last night was a harsh night of sleep. Sounds of human snoring emerged from a small puppy dog that lay under the sheets. This spring time is hard for Murphy with his new obsession with those dandelion seed things that cover the grass outside our new apartment. Puppy’s with allergies that love to role in weeds and flowers isn’t a good mix. Murphy just loves a face full of dandelion seeds, must taste great to him, but later when we’re in bed ready for a night of slumber, I feel like I’m in bed with my dad with the volume Murphys pushing out. First thing on top of the Must-Get List is puppy nose plugs.

Kwik Trip

This morning I traveled to my favorite place Kwik Trip to purchase an amazing fountain pop. After getting my 32oz of wonderfulness I proceeded to the register and was greeted with a lovely hello from the Kwik Trip employees that I see nearly every day. After a few seconds of chatter the lady at the register said to me, “You drink a lot of soda”. Feeling like a needed to justify my self I responded with, “I don’t drink the whole thing; I share half of it with my roommate Murphy.” The lady responded with, “isn’t Murphy your dog??” ….TRUE STORY!!!

Show Ready

Not having written a blog in a while you’d think there would be a lot to talk about, but not really. Our days are filled with questions of tattoos and sewing projects involving Murphy and his Monster friends. But getting ready for my art show in March has been the main focus around the Sikkila apartment household, everyone has been chipping in to get everything done. Out of me, Murphy and Widget, I’ve been the one hitting up the sewing machine (since I’m the only one with hands) creating snazzy potholder, kitchen towels and fabric cupcakes. Murphy has been taking photos of him self and transferring them onto silk screens so we can print more patches. Widget hasn’t been doing too much, but he’s still learning the ropes. I asked him to wash Murphy’s bowtie for me but he wasn’t too familiar with the knops and he wasn’t able to put the quarters in the machine the right way, so I ended up just washing it quick so Murphy’s good and ready for his meet and greets around town before the opening reception on the 12th of March.

Ewwwwww....

I don’t understand this; whenever I applied for jobs when I was younger it was always a huge problem with the whole me having piercings thing. I never understood why it was such a dilemma. I wash my face and shower every day, these piercings are so fresh and so clean clean, the cleanest on the block. But the other day I walked into Subway and a girl working, (who I’m sure is a very nice lady) asked me what I wanted on my $5 footlong but I couldn’t stop playing the guessing in my head of when was the last time she washed her hair. It looked like there was a bucket of Crisco on the top of her head. Also I think she must have slept with her hair between her face and the pillow and all the Crisco from the previous day was now on her face creating mountains of greasy bubbles. Yes, I would like more mayo on my delicious sandwich but no extra face grease PLEASE!!!!!!!

Making Money the Easy Way

Last night with the plan of making some big big money Murphy and I stopped by the local watering hole for a drink and some social interaction with Mankato's most memorable toothless faces. After a few minutes we noticing that the pull tab boxes weren't as amazing as we wanted them to be. Wanting to make a little extra money for pot holders and Diet Pepsi we decided to dart across the street. After taking a few seats at the bar we figured out that we were going to have the same problem here as before. Still not making any money back in our wallets (yes, Murphy has a wallet) Murphy and I were in search of another money making skem. Noticing a crowd of people headed into the back room we decided to follow. Entering the hidden room we were surprised to see a group of young men huddled around tables of big red cups and tossing balls at each others faces. Beer Bong is the name of the game and there's a tournament going on. $5 a person to enter, and $3 for puppy's due to their disadvantage of having no hands and who ever wins gets the pot. Thinking that we got this in the bag I sipped on my beer till it was our time to shine. Starting the game off good I pictured our wallets growing and growing. But Murphy was slaking on his end of things. Taking him aside at halftime I gave Mur a little pep talk to get him in the ball tossing mood, but things only went down hill from there. After them making their final cup it was over, we had lost, maybe beer bong isn't our game to gamble with. With the smell of defeat in the air we took our drinks and decided that making money wasn't on our list that night. I guess we'll just stick to making curtains and puppy pictures to help pay the bills.

Forever Puppy Machine

Yesterday at work, a co-worker of mine was reading the “Dear Abby” and came across a question that was written by a 73 year old man. It wrote that he was wanting to get a canine companion but was scared of the idea of the dog out living him or that he might even out live the dog. With asking Dear Abby what she thought would be best I started thinking of my own pet obsessed destiny, I pictured myself sitting inside my one bedroom apartment at the age of 70 still taking entries to my Mini Zoo and Wine Bar. Not making very much money and with most of my twitty birds dead I still find companionship in Murphy. I figure by the year 2056 the world has created this amazing technical machine that will expands the life of dogs. By this time Murphy is about 490 years old, in dog years and is still kick'in puppy style. This machine also has the ability to connect you with your dog, not in a psychical sense but in a way that if I were two seconds from crooking that Mur would be seconds from crooking as well. This Machine will allow us die at the exact same time so neither of us have to go through what this 73 year old man is going through right now. After having this vision and seeing what the future holds I've decided that all the proceeds from my Mini Zoo and Wine Bar go straight to the making of this Forever Puppy Machine. So too donate to future technology come visit the Zoo and have a glass of wine, for tickets contact Murphy through Facebook or give Widget a ring-a-ding.

Mini Zoo and Wine Bar

I spent the weekend in lovely La Crosse WI away from my animals. While I was there I pondered a new business opportunity, opening the first ever “One Bedroom Mini Zoo and Wine Bar”. People can come and for the small fee of $5 per person (children under 2 years of age are free), and walk through the living room, kitchen, bedroom and then back to the living room while viewing exotic animals and having a glass of the world's finest wines. Each room will have it's own animal theme. The living room will be kitty's and kitty cats, the kitchen will be tweedy birds with opened windows, the bedroom will be filled with puppy's and trampolines, and then the bathroom will be reptiles with mini gators in the tub. If customers wish to go through a second time and receive another glass of wine they will only have to pay an extra $3. In the next week or so I'll be running some workshops to test things out. If you wish to participate you can contract me. Participants will be given several glasses of wine and asked to walk through a simulated zoo surrounding. Hopefully in the next couple weeks we will be up and running. Murphy will be in charge of advertising since he's the popular one in the family and Widget will be managing the phones due to his great hand-eye coordination, any questions give him a call and we'd love to see you soon!

Hair Cuts

So last night when dropping Widget off at Kitty Land I decided to stay around for a few minutes to see how he would be in his new surroundings. Instantly finding a new hiding place I thought he’d be good to go. A few seconds later King Alpo appeared and wasn’t very happy about his new little friend. Alpo felt threatened by Widgets good looks so he threw him out of Kitty Land and was told to never return. When leaving Widget threw up his fist and yelled, “This isn’t the last you’ve heard of me Alpo”. Oh well, Widget can just stay home where he belongs, screw Kitty Land. Maybe I’ll bring him to my hair cut appointment tonight and we can both shave Murphy into the sides of our heads cuz we miss him so much. Also so then when people ask me about Mur I won’t have to take out my phone and show off my millions of photos, I can just point to my sweet ass hair cut. I can hear the Awwwwwwwwwwws already. Speaking of which I need to get on that new family portrait to introduce you all to the new foster child/kitty of the family. I’m thinking Valentines or St. Patties day cards. Oh what holiday do we over exaggerate this time.

Weekend Getaways

This morning I made it to the gym with perfect timing. I was able to snatch the best treadmill in the place, right in the far corner away from everyone. Usually it’s a rat race to see who gets it. My running mates consist of two other men, tight pants man and gray shirt guy. Both I’m sure ranging in their 60s but don’t let that fool you, their no strangers of pushing and hair pulling. Today I could feel the tension between us when we all walked together while Kelly Ripa spoke about her friend’s fake breast. It’s hard to become friends when their conversations consist of their most recent heart attacks. I’m just here to look good naked, not to unclog an artery. But anyways, after getting home I spent some time with the children. Today I’m sending both of my creatures off on their weekend getaways. Murphy is going to a lovely (low key) little summer (winter) camp up north where he can play all day, take in a movie or two and have his afternoon snack of milk and cookies next to the fire. Widget on the other hand won’t be traveling as far. He’ll be venturing off to Kitty Land, a place where kitties can rome free. Kitty Land is run by a King Alpo, the biggest and toughest cat around, hopefully Widget gets in good with him so King Alpo allows him return another time. I will miss both of my little dumplings even thou it’s only for a couple days, but as a patent I must allow them go grow from little seeds to the budding flowers they are.

The Great Escape

Now I’ve got a puppy that will only eating cat food and a kitty that will only eat puppy food. Also Widget won’t eat anything unless it’s given to him in the bowl marked Murphy. But his eating habits aren’t the only thing that confuses me. Murphy and I woke up this morning to no Widget. Searching every little corner and box he was no where to be found. My apartment is the smallest thing in the world and somehow he found a hiding place unseen to the naked eye. I think over night Widget built a secret tunnel leading to other places in the building, using such tools as forks, spoons, sewing needles and pocket knifes. It’s just like in that movie The "Great Escape", a World War II mass escape from the German prisoner-of-war camp Stalag Luft III, but without all the scary war stuff and Steve McQueen helping him out. After 20 minutes of freaking out and convincing myself Widgets taken his treats and headed off to better lands, he appears out of nowhere acting as if he was hiding no secrets. While he was distracted by Murphy on the couch I continue to search for the great passage way. Widget must have hidden the opening, covering it with fabric or a pierce of the rug. With no success I return to watching Regis and Kelly, a few seconds later I make eye contact with Widget and give him the “I’m on to you” glare, but he continues to play with Mur I’m sure in the effort to throw me off. But I’m on to him and he knows it.

It's a Love/Hate Thing

Everyone has their eyeballs today so the first night went good. Widget has been changing hiding places every couple hours, and will come out of hiding once he hears Mur running back and forth from the bathroom to the couch. I can feel the love/hate between the two little creatures. Widget has been loving up on Mur, trying to rub is kitty love dust all over him, but Murphys still been crapping his little puppy pants when Widget gets to close. As a loving mother I still want to show Mur he's my special little child. We spent some time together last night, while Widget was in hiding doing some of our favorite Sunday rituals. We walked up and down the hall guessing the stains on the floor left over from the weekend. One example is, puke or soup from Erbert and Gerberts? It's a lovely game to play when looking for something to do on a Sunday evening. But with it being the beginning of another week I spent this early morning at the gym and left Mur at home to watch over Widget. It was lonely on the treadmill without him but I'm sure he's getting his exercise at home running away from his new found kitty friend.

The Great Murphy/Widget Experiment

Today starts The Great Murphy/Widget Experiment, Widget will be playing the role of the kitty in our experiment. For the past year or so Mur has grown to have a huge phobia of kitty cats and I hope that having Widget around will help him get over his kitty sickness. After these few days Mur will understand that not all cats are spans of Satan. I will be holding a few little experiment of my own to help familiarize them selves with each other. Hopefully we wont have any bloody eyeballs by the end of the day. But first I'm still waiting for Widget to come out from behind the bathroom door. Mur keeps introducing himself to him by poking his head around the door but he's content with the darkness of his door nest. The three of us just spent the last hour having family time in the bathroom with the lights off. Hopefully we can introduce him to our love Pepsi, Seinfeld and sewing. I keep telling Murphy he's still the man of the house and not to worry, but he's never been much of a man dog, stay tune for more details. *Side-note- Widget is a great kitty and I'm currently fostering him from the Blue Earth Human Society, you can do the same and help a great kitty or puppy out by taking them into your home while they try to find permanent ones.

The Great Murphy/Widget Experiment

Today starts The Great Murphy/Widget Experiment, Widget will be playing the role of the kitty in our experiment. For the past year or so Mur has grown to have a huge phobia of kitty cats and I hope that having Widget around will help him get over his kitty sickness. After these few days Mur will understand that not all cats are spans of Satan. I will be holding a few little experiment of my own to help familiarize them selves with each other. Hopefully we wont have any bloody eyeballs by the end of the day. But first I'm still waiting for Widget to come out from behind the bathroom door. Mur keeps introducing himself to him by poking his head around the door but he's content with the darkness of his door nest. The three of us just spent the last hour having family time in the bathroom with the lights off. Hopefully we can introduce him to our love Pepsi, Seinfeld and sewing. I keep telling Murphy he's still the man of the house and not to worry, but he's never been much of a man dog, stay tune for more details. *Side-note- Widget is a great kitty and I'm currently fostering him from the Blue Earth Human Society, you can do the same and help a great kitty or puppy out by taking them into your home while they try to find permanent ones.

Making Money

Today I wallow in sadness due to the ending of my two favorite shows, Jersey Shore and Teen Mom. I’m sure I can fill that void in my life with episodes of Celebrity Rehab and re-runs of True Life- I’m a crack addict with 6 toes or …True Life-I’m in love with my kitty and my mom disagrees. But I’m sure 16-40 year olds across the world are feeling the same sadness as I am. I must move on to bigger and better things like MTV’s newest reality show “I’m 16 and pregnant”. It’s such an original idea that it must be something of great value to spend my time watching. After getting through the pain of that I spent some of my valuable time at the local McDonalds. I was sipping down on some of their lovely Diet Coke, when I decided to sue the million dollar corporation due to overly sharp soda lids. After getting several refills my hand was brutally sliced open by their needle like soda tops. Keeping it on the down low (DL) I took my camera phone and took photos of the cuts to prove my case, I hope to be rich by the end of the month. If that plan falls through I plan to keep creating non-functional kitchens and overly sized prints of my dog. Maybe in the process of suing the giant corp. of McDonalds they will offer Murphy and me a job as their spokes persons, selling their Quarter pounders and overly sweetened tea. The add would be us on a summer day swing away on our homemade tire swing laughing at the fart noises Murphy just made from the McDonalds he just ate.

"Mugger Run"

Through out this last day or two I learned why Maxim magazine is such a great piece of reading material. I learned where to rent a room if I want to live like a human hamster for a day, where I can find a can of beer with a pig on it and what the star of the new Wolfman is really thinking. All of these things are something a young lady like my self should know. But that’s just me trying to keep current on things. With these kind of topics not really interesting Mur very much we spent yesterday evening practicing our “Mugger Run”. Mugger run is running from the sidewalk to the door, getting your key out, then running up the stairs to the apartment door without getting caught by the he/she mugger/kidnapper that’s chasing you. We must be prepared if something of this matter occurs. Mur runs faster then me so I need to practice so I can keep up. After practice I went to the fridge for a cool crisp diet Pepsi. After having a few sips of the amazing drink Murphy started to give me the eagle eye, Mur’s trying to get me to switch to more water, but I told him I drink a lot of water at work and he just doesn’t see that cuz he’s at home all day while I’m out working the grin stone making rent for us two, he’ll never understand.

Self Defence

Another lovely morning of "GMV" (Gym, Murphy, The View). After Murphy's kitty fight the other day he hasn't been as excited to watch Whoopi Goldberg as he usually is, but I'm sure he'll come around. I'm still in the process of looking for a puppy self defence tape, maybe I can order something off Amazon today. But ever since this last kitty encounter Mur has been a little sensitive around the cat population of Mankato. So I've been thinking of what I can do to help him. After long deliberation I decided TO do what any loving mother would do, confront Murphy with his fear. It's the same as if your child was scared of the water, what do you do...THROW THEM IN! Now I don't plan on throwing Mur into a pool of pissed off kitties, but maybe fostering an slow old no claws and no teeth kitty friend for a couple days. So then maybe if he's around a cat for a day or two that isn't going to claw his little ity pity eyeballs out then maybe he wont have such hate for all those wandering kitty cats out there, or maybe just starting with a stuffed cat, but that might leave a little bit of a stuffing mess on my floor....GO PUPPY POWER!!

The Homeless Love The Pup

After going to the gym this morning Murphy and I sat outside in the sun and watched the walk of shame being performed several times down our back stairway on front street. We also were greeted by Murphy's biggest fans, mankato's localy grown homeless. I try not to mind that the same guy who told me to shave my legs this last fall is petting Mur and about 5 seconds from spilling his small coffee into his puppy ears. Murphy would FREAK OUT if that happen, he's never been a huge fan of watery ear. We spent the rest of the day running around town getting brightly colored fabric, watching the Vikings Game in the bar and getting in fights with kitties. We're got another scratched eyeball on our hands, but mur will be ok. I think I need to sign him up for kids self defense classes, I think the YMCA has those, or maybe get one of those How to do Karate videos from target or best buy to keep him safe from those scary kitties and coffee drinking hobos. Now off to finsh Seinfeld night with Pepsi and bathrime.

Murphy Pie!

Today I was helped by a nice little lady at FedEx Kinko’s. After having a conversation with the wall for about 30mins, I was presented with a stack of postcards with Murphy and my self’s picture on it. I tried not too be overjoyed about seeing a photo of myself but what can you do. I had printed off the show cards for my art opening at the Carnegie Art Center in March. Waiting for my card to run through the Kinko’s employee had a look of interest on her face. She looks over and says, “is your show just pictures of your dog?” I said back, “maybe it is maybe it isn’t.” I can do lot of stuff with pictures of my dog, like making a kitchen full of puppies potholders, kitchen towels, curtains and wallpaper. Even a Murphy/Monster custom stove to cook your cookies and pies with my puppy prints on them….sounds delicious!

Treadmill Hog

Murphy and treadmills do not mix, so I found out. A grown human being and a pup pup on one treadmill is not a good Idea. Hoping to get my little buddy some winter evening exercise I introduced him to the treadmill. Holding him over the VERY SLOW moving belt I placed him down.. but no go. Murphy wasn't understanding the idea of moving his legs. I guess Murphy will just have to indire his winter weight. We'll just have to have a few more hours a week of running from the bathroon to the couch, while counting down the days till doggy park is up and running. Maybe I could get a puppy stair master...do they make anything like that?? I need to distract him while I make my Murphy/Monster wallpaper...I need Diet Pepsi!

Tv is cool!

Today I awoke to little nails or as I like to call them little knifes scratching at the back of my head. With no longer having to set an alarm clock, Murphy wakes me with his usual 8.15am routine of physco-ness. After a few minutes of staggering around and finding no diet Pepsi in the refrigerator I decide to check my email to see if Regis and Kelly emailed me back about winning a spot for a puppy co-host,…. but… no response. I then sat and watched the local news to soak up some current events, nothing to current happening, unless you count the sandal that happen on The Bachelor last night. I guess some girl on there decided to double dip and little too much and got her sticky hands caught dabbling in some crew members member. Whatever who cares, I’m more interested in the premiere of American Idol tonight. I can’t wait to getting back to wasting my time watching the crap that comes out of that show. But this does have a sad side to it as well. I’ll be missing one of my favorite shows Teen Mom, a lovely 30min a week show on MTV that follows the adventures of being a mommy and a teenager at the same time. This show is full drama filled 18year olds whose lives consist of duchebag boyfriends who are then ex-boyfriends then boyfriends then back to being ex-boyfriends; it’s all just great family TV in my mind. My brain is hurting, off to get my Best Buddy filled with ¾ diet Pepsi and the rest cherry Pepsi.

Sewing Sewing ..Jersey Shore

Last night Murphy and I continued our day/evening with episodes of Seinfeld and an overloud of Diet Pepsi cans. Sitting at my sewing table making my overly obsessed potholders, Murphy proceeded to scratch at my legs till he was allowed to sit on my lap. After about five minutes my legs lost feeling and it was time to get up, besides having a 13 lb. pup on my lap isn’t my ideal sewing surrounding. Since I was too lazy to switch the Seinfeld DVD it was getting a little repetitive after about four hours. Then off to bed to bed to share my nightly slumber with a gassy bed hog. This Morning I entertain Murphy with acting out scenes of last weeks Jersey Shore while I sip down my first Diet Pepsi of the day. Taking in my daily morning shows I sit and watch Regis and Kelly. After hearing the announcement of their beautiful baby contest I decided to enter Murphy as my 3 year old baby, that kind of looks like a dog. Maybe they won’t notice and we’ll win a punch of cold hard cash!! For the next couple days I will be awaiting my phone call from Regis saying even thou we didn’t’ win the big money they still want to bring Murphy on to be their next puppy co-host!

Getting to know us

My name is Dana Sikkila and I live my life within this little one bedroom apartment with my little pup pup Murphy (my 3 year old Boston terrier). Our day today consist of an hour or two of fetch, which is only a span of about 6 feet from the couch to the bathroom. No running room in the hallway, due to the abandoned spicy chicken wings and cheese slices left behind from the tards that live next door. I didn’t’ know drinking so much made a person lose their grip and drop their cheesy slice chicken wings so much, food goes in your mouth boys, but we need to remember who we’re dealing with. Sometimes I feel like I’m living in an adult dorm, specially designed for overly retarded 21 and up year olds. I’m sure that chicken will lay on the floor in the hallway till next weekend when they decide it would be funny to throw old rotten chicken pieces at each other after a night of hitting on 18 year olds at the local Buffalo Wild Wings. After fetch we’ll venture out of the apartment to hit up our favorite taco sale. These tacos are the best…their EXTEME tacos!!!! Finish up those tacos with pitcher or two of Diet Pepsi and my daily feeding is complete. Back home for another round of fetch and shake lessons. YUM YUM YUM…..TACOS!!