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LOLDOG - Clancy.

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Finally did a loldog. You’d think I would have followed up on this meme a long time ago.

This dog loves his bones. Might have to do something with the snip-snip. He’ll chew a bone till it’s completely gone which is about a half hour. He’ll even whine to point of hyperventilating (thank you spell check on that last word) if Buddy takes his bone. It’s amusing and funny at the same time. It’s kind of like when the fat kid takes a toy from the skinny kid. BTW, Buddy is not fat, just big boned. God didn’t give him much clearance from the ground anyway. He makes up for that with his sturdiness.

Mrs. Shoo and I were kicking back watching tv the other night when Clancy yelped (yelped as in it scared the crap out of us) out with excitement and jumped to the floor to tackle an unclaimed bone. We looked at each other as if did that really happen?

Yup, dogs are never boring.

The Christmas sweater.

The Christmas sweater is a right of passage in some places of employment. Below two young, brave and good looking teachers take their inaugural sporting of the Christmas sweater. In the same way a kid gets to drive a car for the first time, a college students taps his first keg; this too is a pivotal moment.

Nothing says more “I rather be grading essays” than over sized snowman and Santa Claus prints on brightly colored knitted displays of holiday cheer.

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You better watch out, you better not cheat, because someone is Googling your essay.

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You know your husband is going to bump us and post something about his DIY projects before he ever posts these pictures. We serious need to play another game of Atmosfear. - direct quote.

In her element.

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This is a happy GTG. She’s surfing digg. Shameless Apple plug.

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This is a happy Buddy. He’s surfing digg as well. Bud drinks more than beer.

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Clancy prefers Reddit.

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The boys would like to know what you are getting them for Christmas. Something from Dogs R’ Us?

First family turkey dinner.

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This post is a little late in coming, but a good cook blog can never be rushed? Last year for Thanksgiving we snapped a ‘family’ photo and posted it for the intertubes to see. This year we did the same, but Thanksgiving put us in a coma of turkey and we forgot to hit the post button.

Well, we may of missed the Thanksgiving post, but GTG loves turkey so much that she made her first turkey tonight and invited our parents over and our favorite Berry. So in last year’s Thanksgiving tradition, here are things we are thankful for (these are all coming from me, GTG may update the post later on):

1. A cutie-pa-tootie wife (see last year), who’ll slave night and day over the best turkey in the world (this way up) then go to Target and buy me pajama pants because I need pajama pants.

2. Two ‘boys’ that act like real life brothers. They fight, they race down stairs, they get in trouble.

3. A new set of family members that are awesome. A brother-in-law who is going to be a sound engineer and can talk music and computers. Parent-in-laws that are just way too good to a Mr. and Mrs. Shoo.

4. My family, who will kick in a hand, a buck, or word for any situation. Possibly two hands with the future DIY projects coming up.

5. Colorado, some day we will be back.

6. Our friends in high and low places, where they always know our name.

7. Work.

8. A brother that put on a great best man speech.

9. A happy family.

Guitar Hero, GTG.

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Tereasa shows us how it’s done.

GTG and I went over to our friends’ house for dinner and game night. Played some Cranium which is nothing but chick related questions. Yes, the girls won.

Afterwards we were introduced to, the gift that is on everyone’s wish list this year, Guitar Hero. I rocked missed a lot of notes. GTG handled the buttons a little better. I totally forget how well she played because she gloated the whole way home and sent out a massive text message (Stillwagon style) stating that I sucked. In other words, give me an hour alone with the guitar and I will be better competition.

Santa, please send Guitar Hero for the Wii. Thanks, Shoo.

Turkey again?

What a wonderful Thanksgiving extended weekend. Wow, what a lot of turkey! It’s almost 12 am Sunday night and it’s the first real time that I’ve sat down at my computer and looked at emails. I really should be in bed, but I ate way too much at family dinner tonight with my parents, brother and his gf (Lil g) and my stomach is upset. I just couldn’t help myself after playing a game of Taboo this weekend and coming across the word Bosnia. The thought alone of that country can make anyone starve for days. But again, I should be in bed because the wife and I, still don’t know what to call her in gotshoo land - I guess I could call her by her real name? - honey?), are getting up around 5 am to head over to Fitclub to work off some StoveTop. I am dreading every second to waking up at 5.

In DIY news, I finally ran wire and put two new boxes for outlets and then ran cable and ethernet to the living room this weekend. It was a two day project but ranked pretty high after I rearranged the living room and notified all occupants that entertainment would be on strike in respect to the writer’s union. That and there was no cable or functioning outlets on that side of the room. I’ve got some non-interesting pictures, they’ll probably be posted as filler some time this week.

One final thing, one week after the wedding we were eating a high priced dinner right off the Chicago River. Two weeks after the wedding we were eating chicken nuggets and a salad in the basement. We’re back to being normal again.

The dress.

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It’s Tuesday and I still have a wedding high. Or maybe I’m still drunk? Featured above is my beautiful bride in her beautiful dress being photographed by Dave Heinzel.

I was not allowed to look, peek, or even daydream about the dress till the ceremony. And I was warned multiple times that if I even caught a glimpse of it she call the whole thing off. Faithful to the moment she walked down the aisle, I didn’t even peek as I had to haul it from the hotel to the house.

She was so pretty, she was asked by the bridal store owner to model the dress in a bridal show this winter.

Happiness.

I am at a loss of words right now, so I am just going to post a few pictures from the wedding.

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Less than 4.

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By the time most of the Gotshoo audience will read this there will only be three days left to ‘the big day.’ I don’t know if you know this, but putting a wedding together can be a stressful task. Like listening to nails on a chalkboard for an hour might not be so bad. Ok, slight exaggeration.

It’s stressful, but we still haven’t killed each other. (Compromise, compromise - I keep getting wedding advice from everyone and this seems to be one of those buzz words) Killed each other, even that’s an exaggeration. We’re actually doing quite well. I’ve accounted for the major purchases (ie, cake, chairs) will be ready for the big day. GTG and Meg finished the table center pieces tonight. The RSVP list is almost a 100% complete. (Don’t go to bed angry - another tidbit of wedding knowledge) DJ has the music. Flowers - who knew weeds could cost so much? Weather seems like it we be cooperating for the day. And I am told GTG’s dress looks beautiful.

It may be stressful now, but in the end it will pay off.

8 Days.

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Someone got flowers on Friday and got to be the talk of the school.

Quilty dogs and thoughts.

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I should be huddled in the mess pictured above, but I am bringing the cuteness to the online world. Today was a long day. We were at the county building at 8:15 this morning, which doesn’t open till 8:30 but I swear it said 8am, to pick up our marriage license. To get a marriage license in Sangamon County here are the requirements:

From the county website:

  • You must be getting married in Sangamon County
  • Both parties need to be present. Please come to the Sangamon County Clerk’s Office, Sangamon County Complex, 200 S. Ninth Street, Room 101, Springfield, IL.
  • You must not be related or of the same sex
  • The fee is $22
  • You must apply for the license at least one day in advance and no more than 60 days in advance
  • No blood test is required

Twenty-two bucks. Unbelievable. It will probably be the cheapest thing bought for the wedding. The budget for GTG’s shoes is probably quadruple what we payed for the license.

The only thing that has worried me is what are GTG’s students going to do when their teacher comes back as a ‘Mrs’. and has a completely different name? Not to mention, a much harder name to pronounce?

I guess her kids are two steps ahead of my worries and have collectively decided that on their assignments due after the 10th that they will have her new name ready to go on their papers. Even spelled correctly.

I think she should give them bonus points if it is: A. Spelled correctly (S-c-h-e-u-f-e-l-e). B. Begins with a Mrs. C. Double spaced in 18 Font in PINK COMIC SANS.

Well, if she doesn’t, I’ll at least give the kids credit.

Left to starve.

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GTG invited this guy over for dinner then bolted to buy new shoes. I felt sorry and fed him.

He is sad.

Friday Night Lights.

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When you’re going to marry a teacher, you’re required to go to football games.

So many times at the game kids came up to get my attention only to ask GTG if I were her fiance. I got to the point where I started pointing at other guys. It’s weird. Never in high school did I get that excited when I saw a teacher out of the school. Yes it was always a point of interest because at that time I thought teachers didn’t have real lives, but never did I have to hyperventilate and wave frantically. Cause everyone knew they were suppose to be at home working on lesson plans. (I am going to get bopped in the head by GTG for that comment)

It’s also been rumored that some kids have found this blog. But why wouldn’t they not know about it? I am totally famous online, or at least the dogs are.

I was asked by a kid tonight, “Are you the guy that bought the high tech mouse? The one with the weights and stuff?” I consulted with GTG afterwards and she admitted to telling the kids of my geekyness… last year. For not remembering the parts of speech, they can sure remember the oddest detail of their teacher’s significant other.

The kids are cool. I remember being that age. Falling into my clique. Being mesmerized and mystified by girls. Feeling akward in my own body and reaching for any sort of independence from parental control.

But now I am old, technically by high school standards. Which is cool cause I can drink beer and I have an excuse for not looking hip.

Time for another beer.

Walk.

Walk is the magic word with Bud. He could be passed out dreaming about fire hydrants and an endless supply of bones, but as soon as I say ‘walk’ he’s up on all fours. (He just perked up as I read that out loud) We had some bonding time this week where it was just him and I taking a stroll through Washington Park. It’s like a candy store for him. Dry crusted dead animals stuck to the road, goose poop, and tons of dog tail. He was in doggity heaven.

GTG has been taking Clancy out for walks in the morning and I thought I owed Bud one. Handling both dogs at once is almost an impossible chore (unless you have treats). But while we were gone, Clancy whimpered around the house looking for us.

Anyway, I am yet again blogging about the “boys.” I don’t want to sound like one of those clamoring animal nuts, but this week has been one of those weeks and it’s just nice to come home to GTG and a couple of buddies.

Okay, and Roommate Steve is kinda nice too when he’s not kicking my butt on the 360.

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Shoo (hearts) GTG

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The save-the-date magnets were finally finished. Now only 999 things left to do. SternO did the design. Thanks to him and his talents - who knew he could do more than just photoshopping heads on to bodies.

GTG’s side of the family is going to be totally clueless about “Shoo hearts GTG” when they get theirs. There not as nerdy as the Shoo family, so they have no idea about the blog or what GTG means.

If you’re not a frequent gotshoo reader, it means “Good Time Girl.” It’s just an alias, and the only reason we don’t use her real name is because we’re worried that her students will stumble upon the blog; they would be devastated if they found out that their teacher has a real life. That and she’s gone by GTG on here for so long.

As for the reception when we get asked about this ‘GTG’, my explanation for everyone is going to be “we couldn’t pass up a deal in the bargain bin.”