My wall...that he chewed through..........
a closer look....all the way to the metal...this had to hurt his teeth!
so...hubby was in the living room...just chillen...and realized that not only did he chew the wall...but at some point...he chewed through our NEW chair..."the pop chair" as my mother in-law calls it!
yep....he sure did!
this is his "room".....but no more roaming around....he has to go to jail now! 
So I walk in the house last night- excited to see Ryan because I bought him some new rawhide toys! He apparently is teething and needed some harder-more tough toys than the ones we had previously gotten him.
I go into his little space- which we have created for him in the hallway..marked off by a gate and his crate....so I go to take him out of the crate and realized that this little boy has chewed through my wall! THROUGH MY WALL! He chewed through the paint, drywall and all the way to the metal scrap. I couldn't believe it! I called Nick immediately, because I figured he had already seen it and cleaned up the mess- because there weren't any pieces on the ground. Well hubby had no idea what I was talking about...so Ryan must have eaten the wall! (is that going to make him sick??)
Anyway- once daddy got home..Ryan got a beating and was on punishment for the rest of the night...only to be forced to look at his new rawhide toy- that he couldn't play with. But we put it close enough to his crate so that he would be pissed off that he couldn't get to it. It was the funniest thing ever watching him pawing and licking through the crate to try and get the rawhide bone! We got a kick out of that. I think Nick recorded it on his phone..so once I figure out how to get that on here...I'll be sure to post it.
I still can't believe he did that! He may be sentenced to the crate forever...because I can't have him chewing my walls up!
me (on the phone): hey babe...when are you coming home because I cooked a really good meal.
him: be home in about 30 mins gotta help ____ do something real quick
me: okay well speed it up...I'm starving!!
he walks into the kitchen: food smells good, what is it?
me: it's a surprise!
him: what is it?
me: it's lamb chops! have you ever had lamb chops
him: yeah
me: oh I didn't know that...well I've never had them
him: babe, the food looks great and smells delicious and all....but....WE DON'T EAT RED MEAT!
me: but it's not beef or pork...we don't eat beef or pork!
him: no babe....we don't eat red meat!
me: i asked the man in the store if this was beef or pork and he said no!!
him: i know..its not beef or pork but its red meat.
me: well we are eating this tonight!!!
So while I thought that I was giving us an alternative to chicken....i messed up our no red meat diet! even though I really thought we were just giving up beef and pork...but I guess the no red meat thing kinda makes some sense!
Anyway- dinner was magnificent according to my husband....so to hell with the red meat diet for one night!
since January 2008....the hubby and I have given up beef and pork. So all we really have been eating is CHICKEN, turkey and fish...oh and more CHICKEN!
Because I'm tired of chicken... I decided to try and make something different. I have never eaten lamb before...so I made lamb chops, potatoes, onions and bell peppers all drenched in a Merlot wine sauce and cream of mushroom...and some green beans!
Mighty tasty- if I must say so myself!
I think I'm gonna continue to look for more dishes because I can't eat anymore baked chicken...no matter how you make it or try and spice it up...it's still baked chicken!
So I have decided that every Monday I am going to do a mushy post dedicated to someone that I love...or something that I really like. So the first mushy Monday post goes to the man that I love more than anything. The man who is so thoughtful and compassionate and genuinely cares about my wants and needs as a human being....as his wife.....as a black woman!
So I had this outlandish idea that a french pedicure in France would be WAAAAAAAAAAAAY better than a french pedi in the States! So Jane and I searched around Paris looking for a shop to get a french mani & pedi in none other than France...I mean how many times are we gonna be able to say that we got a french mani and pedi done by real French people.
HA! well this is who did our feet!! 
They were from Hong Kong and spoke very fluent french....no english though! so it was kinda hard asking her why in the hell I had to pay 18 euro just for her to polish my toes...no scrub or nuthin...no that was 36 euro for a "real" pedicure! I was pissed off...because 18 euro is more like $26...for a damn polish change! Anyone who knows me...knows that i am very frugal! and the idea of paying $26 to get a freaking French pedicure in France by people who weren't even French and not even being able to get the bottom of my feet scrubbed....kinda pissed me off. But I was cool. The little girl was really cute and drew pictures to try and help me understand what she was really asking or telling me...we never did get to a clear point of understanding..I just shook my head and smiled...and said MERCI!
Scena
rio: Jane, Helen and myself have decided that we are going out to a club in Paris. We have picked out our outfits...drank a bottle of wine and are ready to hit the streets. Well before we do all of that...of course we have to take a shower and get the days funk off of us. Jane gets dressed...so does Helen...it's finally my turn. I go into the bathroom (which was small as eva) turn the shower on...undress and begin to take off my wedding ring (because I don't shower with it on)...and as im taking it off...my wedding band leaps off of my finger...into the air about 3 feet....and into the freaking shower and down the drain. SIGH.....then here comes all sorts of obscenities as I try to dig down the drain...first my fingers, then tweezers...to get my wedding band. I was unsuccessful.
So....I lost my wedding band in Paris...down the damn drain of a hotel bathroom....lost forever.
We indeed still went out that night and had a fabulous time at Le Queen...which I just found out yesterday was a gay club...lmao! but apparently it was ladies night!
When i told Nick about my ring..his response was "oh well, we will just have to get you another one."
Okay...if he wasn't trippin...then neither would I. as for now...im just rocking my ring...without my band. Our 2 year anniversary is less than a month away...so maybe i'll get a new one then and have him say our vows over and the whole part about the ring...and then put it on my finger just like at our wedding!
This is pt. 1 of my many France stories to come. stay tuned
