Monday, September 27, 2010

In Which Suspicions are Raised Further

Hi! Everyone! Jemima Jones Beck here.
My suspicions that Mom and Dad may be planning a pug-less vacation were further raised the other day when Grandma Andrea came and took me for a very nice Fall Colors hike, even though she does not NEED to walk me on Thursdays anymore.
Hmm...special treats from Grandma Andrea?!? Suspicious, very suspcious!
Enjoy these great pictures from Grandma Andrea!
Love,
Jemima Jones Beck







Friday, September 24, 2010

Maybe if I Dig a Hole to China...

Mom and Dad will be forced to jump in after me and then they won't be able to go on vacation without me...




Hurry! Help me dig!
Love,
Jemima Jones Beck

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

Mom and Dad are Going Somewhere, I Just Know it...

Hi! Everyone,
Jemima Jones Beck here with some disturbing news.
I think that Mom and Dad might be going somewhere soon...there have been signs:
Mom set the duffel bags out to "air". This is bad. It usually means that Mom is about to put stuff into the duffel bags and doesn't want them to smell like closet and dust.
Dad has been talking about looking forward to "having a week off". This is also bad. Dad never takes time off unless Mom is dragging him somewhere. I mean, this is the dude who routinely works 90 hour weeks. Suspicious. Very suspicious.
Mom has stopped grocery shopping. This is VERY bad, because it means that Mom is trying to make sure that there is nothing in the fridge that can "go bad" while she is not there to keep the contents of the fridge properly in check.
And Mom and Dad's 10 year anniversary is coming up. Not their wedding anniversary (6 years on 12/24/2010), but the anniversary that they celebrated before they got married. And 10 years together is big...TRIP SOMEWHERE big...hmmmmm.....
Updates as events warrant.
Love,
Jemima Jones Beck

Monday, September 20, 2010

Boldly Looking Forward to a New Week

Jemima Jones Beck here.
Boldly facing yet another Monday (they just keep coming around) and another week of hard work (you know, sleeping, eating, laying around with the cats, watching Mom cook dinner, etc).
If you, like Mom, have a hard time facing Monday morning, just remember me, standing valiantly on this rock, ready to face whatever comes next, and try to disregard the fact that I fell off said rock, shortly after this picture was taken (no pugs were harmed in the making of this blog post).
Good luck for the upcoming week!
Love,
Jemima Jones Beck

Friday, September 17, 2010

So there's this Hibiscus Bush...

In the parking lot of our apartment complex, that blooms every year at about this time.
And every year, Mom means to take a picture of me with it, and every year, she forgets.
But not this year!
Behold: The Hibiscus Bush in the parking lot of our apartment complex! (and me sitting in front of it).
Thrilling, I know.
Happy Friday!
Love,
Jemima Jones Beck

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Mom's Recipe for Carrot-Beet Soup (for Beet Lovers Only)

Hi! Everyone! Jemima Jones Beck here to bring you Mom's recipe for Carrot-Beet Soup.
I should probably warn you that this recipe is really only good for people who already love Beets. If you aren't already a Beet lover, than this may not be the recipe for you as it is very Beet-y.
So, first things first: Roast six whole carrots and three large beets with some tarragon, salt and pepper, and twelve cloves of garlic in tightly tin foil covered pans for 40 minutes (everything should have skins still intact).
Once your veggies are roasted, let them cool while chopping and sauteing a whole onion plus the roasted garlic gloves. You can easily squeeze the garlic clove out of it's skin once it has been roasted.












Chop your carrots, and skin and then chop your beets.

And remember, that unless you want to look like you have been murdering people, you may want to wear gloves when playing with beets.

Toss everything into the pan with the onions, add four cups of chicken stock and simmer, covered, for about thirty minutes.

Puree simmered mixture with six more minced cloves of garlic until smooth, and contemplate how much your soup really does look like a pot of blood. Consider pouring it on yourself and laying on the kitchen floor with butcher knife to freak out significant other.
Reject idea and instead enjoy your Carrot- Beet soup!




And, if you are anything like Mom, don't give ANY to the hungry, hungry pug. You're killing me here Mom, killing me!
Love,
Jemima Jones Beck

Sunday, September 12, 2010

The Scarf Always Means that Something Good is about to Happen

I always know that something good is about to happen if Mom gets out one of my scarfs.
Sometimes it means that someone is going to come over and see us (like Mother's Day when Grandma Andrea and Grandma Marlane come over just to see me) and sometimes it means that we are about to go out somewhere.
This weekend Mom got out the stuff and we went to the car...












And went to the dog park!

Where I promptly sat down because that drive was super tiring! I mean, five minutes sitting in a car?!? Whew!

After I got done sitting, I ran through the tunnel, and jumped over the hurdle, and sniffed the fence...

And then I sat down again! Whew!

Love,

Jemima Jones Beck

Saturday, September 04, 2010

A Lovely Late Summer Day in Evergreen with Grandma Andrea






Hi! Everyone! Jemima Jones Beck here.
Well, Mom is spending time figuring out exactly how to post blog posts from her new IPad, and I am spending lovely late Summer days hiking with Grandma Andrea.
Grandma Andrea is good to me...she comes to see me every Thursday when Mom has to work an extra long day at work.
I really look forward to seeing her, and to the adventures that she takes me on, such as hikes and trips to Frisco.
Sadly, Grandma Andrea is going back to work in a few weeks and I won't get to see her on Thursdays anymore... :(
That makes me super sad, but I understand that even super fun Grandma's have to work too.
Love you Grandma Andrea! I will miss you every Thursday!
Love,
Jemima Jones Beck

Thursday, September 02, 2010

Mom Made Baklava and All that I got was this Stupid T Shirt










Well, not really. I didn't actually get a t shirt. Or a taste for that matter. Basically all that I did get was kicked out of the kitchen.
Oh well, maybe Dad will drop the baklava while trying to get to the milk in the fridge. And then?!? Baklava feasting for this pig. Oh, uh, I mean "pug".
Love,
Jemima Jones Beck