You Can Blame it on Me

May 4, 2008.

So, it has come to my attention that I need to stop apologizing and just do what I do and shut-up, or just blog.  I spend waaaay too much time apologizing for not posting, not writing well and not doing what I planned on doing.  I wish I could be more like my dog, Pixel - she looks me right in the eye all the time., and a seems to be saying , "You talking to me?"  The need to please (as my husband says) is an issue I have...he is probably right.  And, I sort of assume some peeps are a bit peeved and throwing their paint covered hands in the air and saying, "enough already'" about my posts.  Sorry, yes again - I am um, sorry for being sorry, uh sort of a strange thing to write - but I am going to try and not apologize for what I am doing, or not doing.  Damn I did it again - sorry, I mean no, I am not sorry for being sorry....shoot!  Here are a few reasons (or excuses if you must) for why I have been doing what I do, or not doing what I said I was going to do, sheesh:

The Perfect Cheer.....er uh Post

When I started this blog I thought I knew what it would become.  I had a vision, I had a plan...I guess it was like having that ol' birth plan we all had with our first pregnancy - you know how that turns out.  I had no idea that this blog would not always be what I wanted it to be.  I had no idea what would strike a cord, and what post would put readers to sleep.  I also more importantly felt that I had to put a large number of hours into each post - make it the best post ever!  Two years later I am a tad bit wiser and realize that I don't have to pour my heart and soul (and 476 words) into each post.   Well, I still try and write good posts, but I realize I can't write the Great Gatsby every week, nor do I want to....and really, I am not that great a writer.

Too Many Projects to Focus

As of right now I am seriously on overload, over drive and I have started way too many projects.  I don't know why I chose right now to open an Etsy store, go to a show, place an ad, pursue 5 licensing projects, put up new products, re-do website, go after sales channels....and get a new puppy.  All of these things I have um, well tried to pursue since January of 2008....ya read a bit side-tracked and going in 32 different directions.  The word over-achiever and crazy have passed my friends lips one too many times this year, but uh this is where I am.

Puppy Fever

Yes it is true, I have Puppy Fever and to be honest I have had puppies on the brain since um a year ago.  We started checking out websites, breeders and Rescue Dog sites since January.  I knew we would get a puppy this Spring or Summer and have spent many a night (or maybe a few hours at work) surfing the net searching for my little pup.  It was a fun search, sometimes frustrating but a family affair for sure.  We are officially finished searching....

Puppy Parties

We picked up our little Beagle puppy on Friday morning and we named her Stella.  And, yes I am having a hard time calling her Stella and not yell, "STELLLLLA!!".  She is a cutie-patotie and we love her to death already.  She has settled in just fine at the crazy Lentzner home, we have had a trail of people visiting to prove it.  My sister, the self-proclaimed Dog Whisperer of San Mateo County claims puppies need to meet a 100 people in the first hundred days of their life to be I guess good dogs.  If that is correct Stella has met about 54 in the last 48 hours so we are moving right along.

We had a little casual dinner party last night (hence the blow-up cactus in the for Cindo de Mayo in the corner), and  more people over tonight (just family).  I am squeezing this blog in between visitors. 

At least she takes a nap every hour or so and we (that would be me) get a break.  Oh, and the fact that her little face melts my heart and she has had like no accidents in the house....yet.  I am sure I will be forced to create some beagle inspired products for the fall, I mean really how can I help myself?

I hope everyone had as fun a weekend as I did.  Oh wait, I hope you all got more sleep then I did - this little pumpkin whimpers and I jump out of bed like a crazy lady (yes four times last night).  The term punch - drunk tired is not just for new mom's of babies....