HAPPY APRIL FOOLS YA’LL!!

I was talking to my Grandma last night and she reminded me that tomorrow is April Fools Day!
Since then I have had the wheels turning in my brain on what I am going to do for April Fools…
It has to be good!!!
I want Matt, once he has realized the prank, to reach for my hand and give it
a firm shake whilst saying “Well done, well done. You ARE the BEST PRANKSTER in the ENTIRE WORLD”
Music to my ears.

But I AM STILL UNDECIDED about what I am going to do!!!
I’ll think of something…
Perhaps I’ll all of a sudden be pregnant, or tell him I want to eat sushi…
(he’ll definitly figure out its april fools if I tell him i’d eat sushi… he knows i’d rather die then eat it!
I suspect he’ll serve Sushi at my funeral, just out of spite!)

Ok ok, so one of my favorite pranks that I have ever read about was:

{1915: On April 1, 1915, in the midst of World War I, a French aviator flew over a German camp and dropped what appeared to be a huge bomb.
The German soldiers immediately scattered in all directions, but no explosion followed. After some time, the soldiers crept back and
gingerly approached the bomb. They discovered it was actually a large football with a note tied to it that read, “April Fool!”}

Here is Janelle and Danny havin’ fun with the camera… which I absolutely adore!!!!

Mucho Love,

Kari

You just can’t possibly understand how bad I wanted one… I mean every girl in grade 10 had one.. except for me.
I begged and pleaded and even brought out the tears to win this one!
Then finally. my mom. said yes. YES!

I couldn’t wait! I went online and searched for the kind of ‘Pup’(thats what the cool kids would call their dogs) I could own.

There it was. I wanted a Pekingese. And I found a Pekingese Breeder that was selling a puppy!

As I talked more and more to the current owner I learned more about my soon- to- be- puppy! He was 2 pounds at the very most, 1 year old,
and was sooooooo friendly!
SOLD!
I sat in the car anxiously for over 2 hours to pick up my little package. I was so excited. I had already bought/packed doggy treats…A new blue collar…
and a doggy brush!! I was excited to be a ‘mom’.

Finally we reach the destination. I had six crumpled up 20$ dollar bills in my little hands… I was trying so hard to seem professional and grown up .
I am sure my shirley temple ringlets gave me away.
The current owners take the money and go back into the house and bring out my new puppy.
They handed him to me and said, ‘ok. good. drive safe’. They turned around and didn’t look back. Because if they had… they would have seen
tears welling up in my grade 10 eyes..
Because to be honest… I was disapointed. My heart dropped.
I drove home and didn’t say a word the whole way. Grossed out by the slobber and boogers he left on the passenger window.

When I pulled up to Moms house, I carried him in… barely making it to the door… why you ask?
Because he weighed alot more the 2 lbs…. I plopped Cheiko down on the scale.

Ahh just as I suspected! 14 POUNDS!

And there was NO way he was pure Pekingese. No way Hosea!
He was a 14lb weird lookin’ dog.  AND to add another thing, he could  not have been 1 years old…
He was at least 10. AT LEAST! He was would just huddle in a corner and snarl and growl at you if you went to get him.
He wasn’t a friendly one.

I remember bringing him home and sitting at the dinner table crying. Mom came out and saw Cheiko and said,
‘THIS is what you wanted?”
‘YES MOM (in a snotty gr.10 voice),  this is EXACTLY what I wanted. I love that he’s as big as a horse, and old as my grandma. I LOVE THAT.”

Me and Cheiko learned to live in the same house and tolerate eachother. He would hog the stinkin’ bed, and I would be stuck on the very edge of the
mattress… I wouldn’t dare try to move him over, because he would growl and be snippy. And I just didn’t care to deal with that in the middle of the night.

After 2 months of having him, I just accepted him for his old bitter self. And I think he accepted me as his annoying braces wearing owner.

I had to leave to Lethbridge for a week and left him in the care of my older sister Krystal.
She calls me after watching him for 3 days, and in a very sad and sensitive tone she whispers over the phone:
‘Kari, Cheiko has died. Nothing bad happened to him. He just keeled over. I think from old age.’
‘What? He’s Dead?! But i’ve only had him for 2 months…’
‘Yes, he’s dead. and buried’
All of sudden, I shocked myself with my own tears… I hated strongly disliked that dog. Why would I be crying!
I should be relieved.  He was so mean to me. He would snip at me and bite my heels whenever he was mad.
The darn dog wouldn’t even go fetch his toys.
But I was crying.

Some how, that grouchy, maingy dog found a little peice of my heart.
I am not sure how he did it. But he did. Without me even knowing it.
I suppose love just grows softly with some relationships. and that is a-ok.

Mucho Love,
Kari

** The first picture was my expectation… the second picture was reality**

Oh, and P.S: Today is my hubby’s birthday!!

Holllla!!! I may make somethin’ all southern’ in the kitchen. Homemade style. Fingers crossed!
Happy Birthday Matthew! Unlike Cheiko, you own every square inch of this lil gals heart.
I love you to NO end.
May we live until our hair turns grey and our wrinkly hands still be interlocked.
May we continue to have smiles on our faces from laughing until we cannot breath.
We know eachother to the core. Our hopes, dreams, loves, and fears. We are a perfect fit.
As Brandi Carlile says perfectly in her song,  I was made for you.