The Busy Stuff.
I hate to sound like all I do is say I'm busy and name X, Y, and Z reasons for that, but really...that is sort of what is going on. I love school, but of course it is very time consuming. I'm happy that on both of the tests in my math class I have made "A's". That makes me feel good. I don't know about my other class yet, but I will hopefully know on Thursday how I did on that test.
I'm trying to hang in there, it just feels like I'm always running from one thing to another. Wah. I know I'll shut up. Seriously, I am so happy and grateful that I can finally go back to school, it is something that I have dreamed of for the better part of at least the last 10 years. I really shouldn't sound like I'm complaining so much about the work.
This post is going nowhere, I'm going to close it and do something else.
Tuesday, February 27, 2007
Saturday, February 24, 2007
Furniture Store
Yes!
We went tonight. I love looking at furniture. Even when I was a kid I would go to the furniture section and look at all of the beautiful stuff there and imagine living with such nice stuff. My friend since third grade and I decided to take our daughters out to eat, and after dinner decided to head to the furniture store. It is a pretty big store with lots and lots of pretty and expensive and even some not so expensive things to look at, and of course the kids ran off to find the "kid" furniture.
My daughter has grown very tired of her little girl day bed thing, she was immediately drawn toward the many bunk beds they have there. Of course I told her, "I'm not buying you a bunk bed, in two years you won't want it anymore." This was not enough to persuade her, she wanted it now. Two years is so far away. We moved on, but she didn't forget the bed she wanted, which frankly looked like something they would have prison inmates sleep on. It was metal, and looked like something straight out of a jail house. The thing that she really liked about it though was that under the top bed it had a computer desk and chair and all of that jazz.
Of course I wasn't there to make any big furniture purchases anyway no matter how many times she said, "Please!!!" Beg. Pout. I knew that just like I did when I was a kid, she was imagining this wonderful--to any prison inmate--bed in her room with her stuff all around it looking very cool. I was imagining her in Jr. High begging me to get that kiddie bunk bed out of her room. The wallet won, and we left without any metal prison furniture, or any other thing for that matter.
I felt pleased with myself for not buying that really nice table for only $143.00. Resist. That is the good thing about having a small house, I find it much easier to NOT justify buying a piece of furniture that will not fit anyway.
Finally, we got in the car to head home. She was still trying to plead her case, my friend said, "Oh my gosh, be happy with what you have, you could live in Cambodia or something!" To which I inevitably had to add, "Yeah, just think, you might already be married off in some places!" Of course we laughed because she was so completely mortified by the idea. I guess the thought of marriage brought the point home because she didn't mention the bunk bed anymore.
That was that, and now I'm off to bed. I'm completely and totally pooped.
We went tonight. I love looking at furniture. Even when I was a kid I would go to the furniture section and look at all of the beautiful stuff there and imagine living with such nice stuff. My friend since third grade and I decided to take our daughters out to eat, and after dinner decided to head to the furniture store. It is a pretty big store with lots and lots of pretty and expensive and even some not so expensive things to look at, and of course the kids ran off to find the "kid" furniture.
My daughter has grown very tired of her little girl day bed thing, she was immediately drawn toward the many bunk beds they have there. Of course I told her, "I'm not buying you a bunk bed, in two years you won't want it anymore." This was not enough to persuade her, she wanted it now. Two years is so far away. We moved on, but she didn't forget the bed she wanted, which frankly looked like something they would have prison inmates sleep on. It was metal, and looked like something straight out of a jail house. The thing that she really liked about it though was that under the top bed it had a computer desk and chair and all of that jazz.
Of course I wasn't there to make any big furniture purchases anyway no matter how many times she said, "Please!!!" Beg. Pout. I knew that just like I did when I was a kid, she was imagining this wonderful--to any prison inmate--bed in her room with her stuff all around it looking very cool. I was imagining her in Jr. High begging me to get that kiddie bunk bed out of her room. The wallet won, and we left without any metal prison furniture, or any other thing for that matter.
I felt pleased with myself for not buying that really nice table for only $143.00. Resist. That is the good thing about having a small house, I find it much easier to NOT justify buying a piece of furniture that will not fit anyway.
Finally, we got in the car to head home. She was still trying to plead her case, my friend said, "Oh my gosh, be happy with what you have, you could live in Cambodia or something!" To which I inevitably had to add, "Yeah, just think, you might already be married off in some places!" Of course we laughed because she was so completely mortified by the idea. I guess the thought of marriage brought the point home because she didn't mention the bunk bed anymore.
That was that, and now I'm off to bed. I'm completely and totally pooped.
Friday, February 23, 2007
Don't You Have Work To Do?
Why Yes, Of course.
So? I'd rather do this. Have I mentioned that everyone in the 5th grade at my daughter's school have made a song out of that commercial, they even have hand movements. We're treated almost daily to the latest rendition of, "Nausea, Heartburn, Indigestion, Upset Stomach, DIARRHEA!!!!!" My husband said that one day while I was at work she and her little friend sang that song all day. They start by placing their hands over their mouth, this is the nausea, then over their heart for heartburn, and so on and so forth. Then when they get to the DIARRHEA!!!! part they grab their behinds and have the most desperate and pained look on their faces when they say it.
Yeah, it's fun. Of course proper people with good upbringing might frown on such behavior, but what? It's not like they are singing the dirty things we used to sing when we were kids. We had some doozies.
Well she's having a friend spend the night tonight, they are upstairs in my fancy living room playing Bratz. Yeah, I let them play with dolls that look like sluts. I played with barbies, I most certainly don't carry on the way my barbies did. I'm not worried.
What else? Oh, I've been wondering if I reach a point in my development where I find that certain bloggers who I used to adore are constantly pressing the boundaries of my tolerance, and I find that I disagree with them more often than I agree, should I just move on? I mean really? When is that type of thing appropriate? Should I just quietly lose the links? If the disagreement I have reaches the point of utter disgust does that mean I really should move on? Because I'm feeling that way about a certain couple of bloggers who I used to really think highly of, but the more I read their stuff, I think, these people are horrible. Yeah, I think it is time to move on.
I'm nobody here, but I do have some standards. Kindness is important to me, I may be a broad, but I attempt to be classy, not that pretentious fancy table setting and multiple forks type of thing which really does not mean crap no matter how some people try to say it does, but I believe the ultimate sign of class is treating others with dignity and respect. I may not always be so kind, and I certainly don't expect it from everyone, but I don't care to spend time breathing in just pure old snotty nastiness either. Perhaps it is time to move on. They don't read my unimportant blog anyway, so this isn't some sort of ceremonial delinking. I'm just saying is all. Yes, I think it is decided.
All righty then. I just needed to get that off my chest.
So? I'd rather do this. Have I mentioned that everyone in the 5th grade at my daughter's school have made a song out of that commercial, they even have hand movements. We're treated almost daily to the latest rendition of, "Nausea, Heartburn, Indigestion, Upset Stomach, DIARRHEA!!!!!" My husband said that one day while I was at work she and her little friend sang that song all day. They start by placing their hands over their mouth, this is the nausea, then over their heart for heartburn, and so on and so forth. Then when they get to the DIARRHEA!!!! part they grab their behinds and have the most desperate and pained look on their faces when they say it.
Yeah, it's fun. Of course proper people with good upbringing might frown on such behavior, but what? It's not like they are singing the dirty things we used to sing when we were kids. We had some doozies.
Well she's having a friend spend the night tonight, they are upstairs in my fancy living room playing Bratz. Yeah, I let them play with dolls that look like sluts. I played with barbies, I most certainly don't carry on the way my barbies did. I'm not worried.
What else? Oh, I've been wondering if I reach a point in my development where I find that certain bloggers who I used to adore are constantly pressing the boundaries of my tolerance, and I find that I disagree with them more often than I agree, should I just move on? I mean really? When is that type of thing appropriate? Should I just quietly lose the links? If the disagreement I have reaches the point of utter disgust does that mean I really should move on? Because I'm feeling that way about a certain couple of bloggers who I used to really think highly of, but the more I read their stuff, I think, these people are horrible. Yeah, I think it is time to move on.
I'm nobody here, but I do have some standards. Kindness is important to me, I may be a broad, but I attempt to be classy, not that pretentious fancy table setting and multiple forks type of thing which really does not mean crap no matter how some people try to say it does, but I believe the ultimate sign of class is treating others with dignity and respect. I may not always be so kind, and I certainly don't expect it from everyone, but I don't care to spend time breathing in just pure old snotty nastiness either. Perhaps it is time to move on. They don't read my unimportant blog anyway, so this isn't some sort of ceremonial delinking. I'm just saying is all. Yes, I think it is decided.
All righty then. I just needed to get that off my chest.
Thursday, February 22, 2007
Yer Weird
No I'm Not.
Anyway, here’s the game rules: Each player starts with posting 6 weird things about themselves. Persons/blogs who get tagged should write something of their own and state the rules clearly on their respective blog. Then select an additional 6 bloggers to be tagged and list their names. Leave a comment that says you have been tagged in their comments section and hope they don’t hate you after tagging them.
All righty, I've actually had some time to think about this. The Dragonlady, who I'm completely sure is not anything at all like some of the dragon ladies I've known in my lifetime, and is probably way nicer than your average dragonlady, but I digress, has tagged me with this thingy. So, now I will proceed to entertain you with 6 of the weirdest things that I can think of about myself, I will disclose that I did consult my sister on this subject, because she knows every weird thing about me, and still loves me. Here goes:
1. According to everyone I know, I am the busiest person they know that never gets anything done. They are wrong in fact, while I'm very busy, I do actually get things done, the problem is the things don't stay done, so I am in fact doing the same things over and over which keeps me very busy, rinse, repeat.
2. I know every song on the radio, regardless of era or genre. I know them all, and will sing along, off key of course because I can't sing worth a lick, but I love to sing with all of my heart. The strange thing is, I can hardly name a band, or singer for most of the songs out there. I could very easily be one of those bumbling contestants on American Idol, have the passion, but no talent AT ALL.
3. I am in constant fear that others can actually see my flatulence.
4. I like to paint my nails just so I can pick the nail polish off. I've found this works best with 3 coats of paint, it peels nicely that way. The best types of polish for peeling are those express finish polishes, for some reason they peel off in one nice sheet. This is extremely creepy sounding I know. All right, I don't always peel them, sometimes I actually remove the polish with remover, but sometimes I do in fact pick the polish off. What? Like you're perfect or something!
5. Birds like to poop on me. I have been pooped on many times by birds. They always get my hair. I still like birds though, but I'm always wary when they fly over my head.
6. I'm an overgrown chicken. I hate scary movies, I hate staying home alone at night. I'm pretty much a big fat chicken. I slept with the hall light on until I was in high school, and sometimes I still turn on the bathroom light when my husband is not home. I've always been somewhat afraid of the dark. I become almost paralyzed if the lights go out and the house is pitch black.
There you have it. I'm weird.
Anyway, here’s the game rules: Each player starts with posting 6 weird things about themselves. Persons/blogs who get tagged should write something of their own and state the rules clearly on their respective blog. Then select an additional 6 bloggers to be tagged and list their names. Leave a comment that says you have been tagged in their comments section and hope they don’t hate you after tagging them.
All righty, I've actually had some time to think about this. The Dragonlady, who I'm completely sure is not anything at all like some of the dragon ladies I've known in my lifetime, and is probably way nicer than your average dragonlady, but I digress, has tagged me with this thingy. So, now I will proceed to entertain you with 6 of the weirdest things that I can think of about myself, I will disclose that I did consult my sister on this subject, because she knows every weird thing about me, and still loves me. Here goes:
1. According to everyone I know, I am the busiest person they know that never gets anything done. They are wrong in fact, while I'm very busy, I do actually get things done, the problem is the things don't stay done, so I am in fact doing the same things over and over which keeps me very busy, rinse, repeat.
2. I know every song on the radio, regardless of era or genre. I know them all, and will sing along, off key of course because I can't sing worth a lick, but I love to sing with all of my heart. The strange thing is, I can hardly name a band, or singer for most of the songs out there. I could very easily be one of those bumbling contestants on American Idol, have the passion, but no talent AT ALL.
3. I am in constant fear that others can actually see my flatulence.
4. I like to paint my nails just so I can pick the nail polish off. I've found this works best with 3 coats of paint, it peels nicely that way. The best types of polish for peeling are those express finish polishes, for some reason they peel off in one nice sheet. This is extremely creepy sounding I know. All right, I don't always peel them, sometimes I actually remove the polish with remover, but sometimes I do in fact pick the polish off. What? Like you're perfect or something!
5. Birds like to poop on me. I have been pooped on many times by birds. They always get my hair. I still like birds though, but I'm always wary when they fly over my head.
6. I'm an overgrown chicken. I hate scary movies, I hate staying home alone at night. I'm pretty much a big fat chicken. I slept with the hall light on until I was in high school, and sometimes I still turn on the bathroom light when my husband is not home. I've always been somewhat afraid of the dark. I become almost paralyzed if the lights go out and the house is pitch black.
There you have it. I'm weird.
This Is The Way We Post On The Blog
Post on the blog, post on the blog.
Beautiful weather we've had lately. The sun is shining, the sky is clear, the temperatures nearly reaching a balmy 70. It's been nice. I'm glad about it.
Other than nice weather it has pretty much been a whirlwind of a week for me. The birthday party we had on Sunday was a success, although it did take several days for me to get around to getting everything all cleaned up. I had that test to do, which I finished typing up on Tuesday, right before I turned it in.
Then there were appointments, and other homework, and reading, and everything else I've neglected for yet another day, laundry, I'm speaking of you. Oh laundry why won't you go away? I see you there lying in a pile on the floor, practically begging for attention, but why? Why can't you fix yourself, why do you have to be so needy all the time. I just get one crisis averted to look around and see that you've gone and crumpled yourself up into another fussy mess on the floor. I'm tired of your tantrums, your demands, your obsessive compulsive need to be folded, and put away. Leave me alone! I have no time for your whining, and looking pathetic. I hate you. There I've said it. You've accused me for so long, now I've told you, I do loathe you laundry. Now, go away.
Oh yes, I will return later with many more fascinating examples of just how far off the deep end I am capable of going, but right now, I absolutely have to get up and go to school, and take a test in math. I like math, at least so far. I can't say I've actually ever said that before, I used to dread it, but now I like how math is math and there is no funny business about it. Gotta go.
Beautiful weather we've had lately. The sun is shining, the sky is clear, the temperatures nearly reaching a balmy 70. It's been nice. I'm glad about it.
Other than nice weather it has pretty much been a whirlwind of a week for me. The birthday party we had on Sunday was a success, although it did take several days for me to get around to getting everything all cleaned up. I had that test to do, which I finished typing up on Tuesday, right before I turned it in.
Then there were appointments, and other homework, and reading, and everything else I've neglected for yet another day, laundry, I'm speaking of you. Oh laundry why won't you go away? I see you there lying in a pile on the floor, practically begging for attention, but why? Why can't you fix yourself, why do you have to be so needy all the time. I just get one crisis averted to look around and see that you've gone and crumpled yourself up into another fussy mess on the floor. I'm tired of your tantrums, your demands, your obsessive compulsive need to be folded, and put away. Leave me alone! I have no time for your whining, and looking pathetic. I hate you. There I've said it. You've accused me for so long, now I've told you, I do loathe you laundry. Now, go away.
Oh yes, I will return later with many more fascinating examples of just how far off the deep end I am capable of going, but right now, I absolutely have to get up and go to school, and take a test in math. I like math, at least so far. I can't say I've actually ever said that before, I used to dread it, but now I like how math is math and there is no funny business about it. Gotta go.
Thursday, February 15, 2007
All Right, Listen Up Peeps
I've Got a Ton of Work To Do.
I anticipate being all tied up the next few days, I would say don't look for much from me until after Monday. I've got to work tomorrow, then after work do some shopping for the kiddo's birthday, and birthday party, and after that if it is not already 9:30 p.m. I will study, but I've got to get to bed at a decent hour because I've got to do the exact same thing on Saturday.
Then on Sunday it will be the invasion of the long lost relatives as my house, which hopefully will be halfway clean, will be run over by family, children and everyone else my mother in law decides to invite. We will have cake, and if I'm feeling all Martha-ish maybe a frickin' veggie tray. That's about it people. Hopefully by 4:00p.m. everyone will have decided to head on home.
And that is when I've got to get extreme on the homework thing, which I will be working on every extra minute I have until then. I have a take home test due on Tuesday, and well, he made it extra hard since it was a take home test. It will involve a lot of writing, and a whole lot of fretting. Gah, why did I choose this dumb class? Seriously. The subject is severely overrated. Never again I say.
My sis is taking the class with me, and she feels pretty much the same way. We wish we could drop it, but it is too late for that, we wouldn't get our money back, so we've decided to just try to get through it. We are praying for C's or better. I've never had any subject make me feel so dumb in all my life.
Anyway, that's my overwhelming life right now. There just isn't enough time. I can't do it all. I've got to accept that. Dang feminists lied. I can't have it all, and I sure the heck don't want it after seeing what I have to do to have it. Baby steps. Baby steps.
I anticipate being all tied up the next few days, I would say don't look for much from me until after Monday. I've got to work tomorrow, then after work do some shopping for the kiddo's birthday, and birthday party, and after that if it is not already 9:30 p.m. I will study, but I've got to get to bed at a decent hour because I've got to do the exact same thing on Saturday.
Then on Sunday it will be the invasion of the long lost relatives as my house, which hopefully will be halfway clean, will be run over by family, children and everyone else my mother in law decides to invite. We will have cake, and if I'm feeling all Martha-ish maybe a frickin' veggie tray. That's about it people. Hopefully by 4:00p.m. everyone will have decided to head on home.
And that is when I've got to get extreme on the homework thing, which I will be working on every extra minute I have until then. I have a take home test due on Tuesday, and well, he made it extra hard since it was a take home test. It will involve a lot of writing, and a whole lot of fretting. Gah, why did I choose this dumb class? Seriously. The subject is severely overrated. Never again I say.
My sis is taking the class with me, and she feels pretty much the same way. We wish we could drop it, but it is too late for that, we wouldn't get our money back, so we've decided to just try to get through it. We are praying for C's or better. I've never had any subject make me feel so dumb in all my life.
Anyway, that's my overwhelming life right now. There just isn't enough time. I can't do it all. I've got to accept that. Dang feminists lied. I can't have it all, and I sure the heck don't want it after seeing what I have to do to have it. Baby steps. Baby steps.
Monday, February 12, 2007
Allow Me This
A Couple of Things. Some of them Might Be Gross, You Have Been Warned.
Kiddo is sick. Again. This time it is not the flu which I'm sure she had some odd week ago. My friend's son had this stomach bug last week, she called me up early one morning and asked if she could borrow my carpet shampooer, of course I said yes. It seems her son had a bout of projectile vomiting all over her carpet, walls and ceilings and the ornamental bushes outside her front door. She said, "I've never seen anything like it."
I woke up to that this morning, although not quite as bad, it wasn't projectile, and she did make it to the bathroom leaving only a small mess on the floor and the house plants managed to make it out unscathed. She's home from school today. Unlike some parents who send their little monsters, oops, I mean children, out sick to infect the whole world, I try not to further the spread of disease so carelessly. Besides, my kid's teacher quit, in the middle of the year, in the middle of the week, so they have a substitute anyway.
I asked my daughter who was teaching her class now, and she said, "the detention teacher" Apparently the name of this person is not important. Sometime this week I will be going in and meeting the new principal, who has replaced the old principal in the middle of the year, just a couple of weeks ago. To the children these things might just seem run of the mill, but I find it quite odd, and suspect there is something afoot in the administration of the school. People are leaving left and right, abandoning ship mid course so to speak. Have got to try and squeeze some information out of someone at that school.
I've realized there is a point in which my house crosses a threshold from being "lived in" to "not fit for pigs" Before I started my stint of working this weekend, the house was at lived in status, with some rooms even fit for unexpected guests, laundry was even mostly done. As the busy weekend at work waned, the house reached the climactic, "Oh my gosh, I think a bomb went off in here somewhere, but I can't tell where," look.
It is my fault I suppose. I shouldn't have been so lazy yesterday morning. I knew the trash was full, I took the bag out and sat it on the side of the can thinking I would grab it on my way out the door for work, but I forgot it because I have too many other things on my mind I suppose.
The little girl dog waited until no one was home to have a field day with the trash bag, spilling it's contents all over the kitchen, and eating who knows what out of it. It was bad, very bad. I know it was the little girl dog because the boy dog never digs in trash. He's more mature and doesn't give in to such behaviors. He's content with digging in the cat boxes anyway.
So, we had that to come home to. That single event took the house over the edge, and suddenly everything seemed out of place, and dirty. If that is not enough grossness for one day, the little girl dog then decided to eat a turd out of the toilet. Oh my gosh. It is enough to make me hurl. I blame the environmentalists for that.
Now look, we don't just leave things lying around in the toilet without flushing. What probably happened is the kiddo went, and then flushed and walked away assuming the contents were whisked away, but they weren't. Because everyone knows it takes 2-3 more flushes when one is the lucky owner of a low-flushing toilet, still kids in the middle of something might just flush once and run off. Now my dog has eaten a turd, and no one wants her around.
The question is how long will it be before she is not gross? Both of the furry beasts eat out of the cat boxes, the boy dog always comes up stairs all nonchalant like, "What? I didn't do nuffin'" And we know by the cat litter on the tip of his nose where he has been. Now we just say, "Guilty as charged." Because one time he came up, and I said, "For the crime of eating cat cookies, I find the defendant, Guilty as Charged." It was funny at the time, and it stuck.
I asked the vet if eating cat cookies was harmful to them, she said, as of yet, and she has been a vet for a good 25 years, she's never seen any ill effects related to it. She admitted that her own dog does partake in the occasional cat cookie, and he seems fine. I felt better at least other people's dogs do it too. It is still gross stuff though.
Now one might be asking, don't you feed your dogs? Of course, I keep the bowls full, but apparently dogs will eat gross things for their own sake, and not necessarily out of hunger, this is the only conclusion I can reach. That girl dog is particularly fond of gross things. I've had to adjust the way I dispose of other things as well, I won't mention them as I'm not trying to make people lose their lunch, suffice it to say it only happens about once a month. Things my boy dog never bothered with, she's happy to chew up.
I worry the little girl dog is going to get sick from the nasty stuff she ate yesterday. We will all be watching her closely.
All right, I need to clean today, and take a huge bite out of some hefty reading, and note taking. In other words, I'll be reading blogs all morning, and doing pretty much nothing. Have a good one.
Kiddo is sick. Again. This time it is not the flu which I'm sure she had some odd week ago. My friend's son had this stomach bug last week, she called me up early one morning and asked if she could borrow my carpet shampooer, of course I said yes. It seems her son had a bout of projectile vomiting all over her carpet, walls and ceilings and the ornamental bushes outside her front door. She said, "I've never seen anything like it."
I woke up to that this morning, although not quite as bad, it wasn't projectile, and she did make it to the bathroom leaving only a small mess on the floor and the house plants managed to make it out unscathed. She's home from school today. Unlike some parents who send their little monsters, oops, I mean children, out sick to infect the whole world, I try not to further the spread of disease so carelessly. Besides, my kid's teacher quit, in the middle of the year, in the middle of the week, so they have a substitute anyway.
I asked my daughter who was teaching her class now, and she said, "the detention teacher" Apparently the name of this person is not important. Sometime this week I will be going in and meeting the new principal, who has replaced the old principal in the middle of the year, just a couple of weeks ago. To the children these things might just seem run of the mill, but I find it quite odd, and suspect there is something afoot in the administration of the school. People are leaving left and right, abandoning ship mid course so to speak. Have got to try and squeeze some information out of someone at that school.
I've realized there is a point in which my house crosses a threshold from being "lived in" to "not fit for pigs" Before I started my stint of working this weekend, the house was at lived in status, with some rooms even fit for unexpected guests, laundry was even mostly done. As the busy weekend at work waned, the house reached the climactic, "Oh my gosh, I think a bomb went off in here somewhere, but I can't tell where," look.
It is my fault I suppose. I shouldn't have been so lazy yesterday morning. I knew the trash was full, I took the bag out and sat it on the side of the can thinking I would grab it on my way out the door for work, but I forgot it because I have too many other things on my mind I suppose.
The little girl dog waited until no one was home to have a field day with the trash bag, spilling it's contents all over the kitchen, and eating who knows what out of it. It was bad, very bad. I know it was the little girl dog because the boy dog never digs in trash. He's more mature and doesn't give in to such behaviors. He's content with digging in the cat boxes anyway.
So, we had that to come home to. That single event took the house over the edge, and suddenly everything seemed out of place, and dirty. If that is not enough grossness for one day, the little girl dog then decided to eat a turd out of the toilet. Oh my gosh. It is enough to make me hurl. I blame the environmentalists for that.
Now look, we don't just leave things lying around in the toilet without flushing. What probably happened is the kiddo went, and then flushed and walked away assuming the contents were whisked away, but they weren't. Because everyone knows it takes 2-3 more flushes when one is the lucky owner of a low-flushing toilet, still kids in the middle of something might just flush once and run off. Now my dog has eaten a turd, and no one wants her around.
The question is how long will it be before she is not gross? Both of the furry beasts eat out of the cat boxes, the boy dog always comes up stairs all nonchalant like, "What? I didn't do nuffin'" And we know by the cat litter on the tip of his nose where he has been. Now we just say, "Guilty as charged." Because one time he came up, and I said, "For the crime of eating cat cookies, I find the defendant, Guilty as Charged." It was funny at the time, and it stuck.
I asked the vet if eating cat cookies was harmful to them, she said, as of yet, and she has been a vet for a good 25 years, she's never seen any ill effects related to it. She admitted that her own dog does partake in the occasional cat cookie, and he seems fine. I felt better at least other people's dogs do it too. It is still gross stuff though.
Now one might be asking, don't you feed your dogs? Of course, I keep the bowls full, but apparently dogs will eat gross things for their own sake, and not necessarily out of hunger, this is the only conclusion I can reach. That girl dog is particularly fond of gross things. I've had to adjust the way I dispose of other things as well, I won't mention them as I'm not trying to make people lose their lunch, suffice it to say it only happens about once a month. Things my boy dog never bothered with, she's happy to chew up.
I worry the little girl dog is going to get sick from the nasty stuff she ate yesterday. We will all be watching her closely.
All right, I need to clean today, and take a huge bite out of some hefty reading, and note taking. In other words, I'll be reading blogs all morning, and doing pretty much nothing. Have a good one.
Friday, February 09, 2007
Have You Ever Wondered?
Things I Need To Know.
A lady never passes gas while in the company of others. Yet, we must accept the fact that biology dictates that in fact, even ladies do pass gas, the only exception being my sister who really hasn't passed gas in the presence of any other human being since approximately 8th grade. That was the last recorded instance of her passing gas, oh wait, I'm sorry there was that time we were all playing cards at my mom's kitchen table about 2 years ago, and we had a huge laugh because my sister passed gas.
What was so funny about that is not someone passing gas, but someone so proper passing gas is hilarious. She had kept up her record for 20 years, and finally we watched and listened as her will broke, and she let loose a thunderous roar. What made it even funnier is we were all thinking the same thing, "She hasn't done that since 8th grade!" Of course, someone blurted that out, and we all started laughing even more, including my sister, who then was unable to contain about 3 other outbursts of hot air, which nearly had us all falling out of our chairs. We found it enormously funny that she could not stop the wind from blowing no matter how hard she tried.
Now, broads on the other hand might be a bit more free with these types of things. A broad might even belch in front of others, really, it does happen. Being the broad that I am, I try not to be too rude about things around delicate types, but in the privacy of home I pretty much let whatever thing that wants to, rip. It's not a pleasant thing, no, not at all, but why hold it in?
I inherited this stomach problem from my mother. Certain foods make our bellies rumble, and well, neither one of us could hold a fart to save our lives. Generally though, I still try not to release embarrassing sounds in front of co-workers and other shoppers at the Wal-Mart store, I can't say the same for my mother who has the honored distinction of having cleared a line at the grocery store. I don't know why she always decides when she gets in line that she can no longer hold the thing, but it has happened multiple times with everyone in the family, and we all know she does it.
I realized one day as I walked through the parking lot towards my car at work, I had been holding in a manly amount of gas. I looked behind me, no one around, all right, time to release I thought, and so I did leaving a trail of Silent and Not So Silent But Deadlies in my wake. But then the weather turned cold, really cold, and now I have this horrible fear that when I do it others will be able to see my breath, and I'm not talking about the breath coming out of my mouth and nose if you catch my drift.
How I reached this age in life without figuring this out is beyond me, but here I am. I can't be the only one who has ever wondered about this.
A lady never passes gas while in the company of others. Yet, we must accept the fact that biology dictates that in fact, even ladies do pass gas, the only exception being my sister who really hasn't passed gas in the presence of any other human being since approximately 8th grade. That was the last recorded instance of her passing gas, oh wait, I'm sorry there was that time we were all playing cards at my mom's kitchen table about 2 years ago, and we had a huge laugh because my sister passed gas.
What was so funny about that is not someone passing gas, but someone so proper passing gas is hilarious. She had kept up her record for 20 years, and finally we watched and listened as her will broke, and she let loose a thunderous roar. What made it even funnier is we were all thinking the same thing, "She hasn't done that since 8th grade!" Of course, someone blurted that out, and we all started laughing even more, including my sister, who then was unable to contain about 3 other outbursts of hot air, which nearly had us all falling out of our chairs. We found it enormously funny that she could not stop the wind from blowing no matter how hard she tried.
Now, broads on the other hand might be a bit more free with these types of things. A broad might even belch in front of others, really, it does happen. Being the broad that I am, I try not to be too rude about things around delicate types, but in the privacy of home I pretty much let whatever thing that wants to, rip. It's not a pleasant thing, no, not at all, but why hold it in?
I inherited this stomach problem from my mother. Certain foods make our bellies rumble, and well, neither one of us could hold a fart to save our lives. Generally though, I still try not to release embarrassing sounds in front of co-workers and other shoppers at the Wal-Mart store, I can't say the same for my mother who has the honored distinction of having cleared a line at the grocery store. I don't know why she always decides when she gets in line that she can no longer hold the thing, but it has happened multiple times with everyone in the family, and we all know she does it.
I realized one day as I walked through the parking lot towards my car at work, I had been holding in a manly amount of gas. I looked behind me, no one around, all right, time to release I thought, and so I did leaving a trail of Silent and Not So Silent But Deadlies in my wake. But then the weather turned cold, really cold, and now I have this horrible fear that when I do it others will be able to see my breath, and I'm not talking about the breath coming out of my mouth and nose if you catch my drift.
How I reached this age in life without figuring this out is beyond me, but here I am. I can't be the only one who has ever wondered about this.
Thursday, February 08, 2007
Just a Matter of Opinion You see
It's All Relative.
I have a headache. I just spent an hour in class discussing moral relativism, and listening to people defend this position. Well, it is my opinion that the theory stinks to high heaven. Killing Jews, female circumcision, those things are bad, but that's just an opinion. Who are we to question what other societies deem morally correct? That's the question being asked anyway.
The good news, the instructor said flat out, moral relativists are wrong. I was glad to hear that. I was hoping that I wasn't going to have to spend the rest of the semester with peanut butter in my ears, and just putting the "correct" answers on tests knowing full well I might very well be paying for a load of donkey dung.
I know murder is wrong, I know what the Nazi's did was wrong, I know a lot of things are wrong. I can't tell you necessarily why I know this--which my instructor said was a relativist's position--but I still know it is wrong. I guess it is just cause my mom and dad taught me so, but I don't remember them specifically saying so. Which reminded me of the movie Waterboy, which I only just saw for the first time this year. I felt like the Water Boy tonight when I said, the killing the Nazi's did was just wrong, because my momma said so that's why.
My parent's taught me that life is valuable. That could very well be a moral relativists position, but I believe it to be more than that, I believe that to be a moral principle that should extend to every society, and it does for the most part, just some folks need to be reminded. That surely doesn't account for tyrants and all, we know they are out there.
Anyway, I'm just blabbing. I'll post more later. I've got a lot of reading to do this weekend. Have to get myself up to speed on this stuff, or at least be able to make a point without referring to my momma saying so. (I didn't really quote my momma in my class, but I sure wanted to!)
I have a headache. I just spent an hour in class discussing moral relativism, and listening to people defend this position. Well, it is my opinion that the theory stinks to high heaven. Killing Jews, female circumcision, those things are bad, but that's just an opinion. Who are we to question what other societies deem morally correct? That's the question being asked anyway.
The good news, the instructor said flat out, moral relativists are wrong. I was glad to hear that. I was hoping that I wasn't going to have to spend the rest of the semester with peanut butter in my ears, and just putting the "correct" answers on tests knowing full well I might very well be paying for a load of donkey dung.
I know murder is wrong, I know what the Nazi's did was wrong, I know a lot of things are wrong. I can't tell you necessarily why I know this--which my instructor said was a relativist's position--but I still know it is wrong. I guess it is just cause my mom and dad taught me so, but I don't remember them specifically saying so. Which reminded me of the movie Waterboy, which I only just saw for the first time this year. I felt like the Water Boy tonight when I said, the killing the Nazi's did was just wrong, because my momma said so that's why.
My parent's taught me that life is valuable. That could very well be a moral relativists position, but I believe it to be more than that, I believe that to be a moral principle that should extend to every society, and it does for the most part, just some folks need to be reminded. That surely doesn't account for tyrants and all, we know they are out there.
Anyway, I'm just blabbing. I'll post more later. I've got a lot of reading to do this weekend. Have to get myself up to speed on this stuff, or at least be able to make a point without referring to my momma saying so. (I didn't really quote my momma in my class, but I sure wanted to!)
Tuesday, February 06, 2007
My My
Time, It Does Fly.
Oh gosh, I'm sorry I haven't posted much at all lately. I apologize to those who bothered to stop by here and see what kind of unimportant events are taking place, only to find that nothing is happening here at all. Which is as usual actually, but in this case, I'm not even talking about anything, even if I never talk about anything anyway. Goodness, does that make any sense at all?
Well, I'm here to tell you, I've got a handful of excuses for my willful neglect of this little site. First and foremost, the kiddo has had a serious and nasty bout of flu which required my constant bedside attention which included pushing fluids, monitoring temperatures, watching movies with her (Nanny McPhee is a cute movie) running up and down the stairs at her every whim, replenishing the cool wash cloth which she dramatically kept on her forehead while looking altogether pitiful, and crying out for mommy to make the discomfort go away. That lasted for 3 and a half days. She's all better now, and back to her usual antics.
My second excuse, hubby was home and I wanted to give him my undivided attention, except of course during the moments that I was playing nurse to the ailing 11 year old. He didn't necessarily want my undivided attention, I just wanted to pour it on him because I missed him while he was out in the patch braving the cold, and the wind. It mattered to me that I was available to sneak up and give him hugs and kisses whenever I felt the urge to do so, which he gladly received and returned in kind.
Third, I'm steadily working on striking a balance between school, work, the family, and the pets. I found that I could not handle the 3 classes I originally registered for, and so dropped one, and have felt a whole lot better. Balance is returning to my life again. That balance thing is really important to me at this point in my life. It may mean taking longer to finish school, but I think it will produce a better quality product in the end. I'm hoping at least.
Fourth, I told you I have a ton of excuses here, I've been taking care of me. I don't want to talk a lot about it, but I'm just trying to eat healthier. I'll leave it at that. None of this even accounts for my cat who sits on my book just to get on my nerves, well actually I think he does it for attention, which I give him constantly, but I can't seem to give him enough. Then there is the girl dog who sits on the chair next to me when I'm at the table trying to study. Who ever heard of a dog sitting at the kitchen table? It's ridiculous, but she insists. My life is out of control people. Just to give an example, my cat has sat on the keyboard and stared at me right in the eyes at least 3 times as I write this. He wants to crawl up on my shoulder and purr in my ear, but I can't type with his cat butt in my face like that. I just can't. He sits on a chair nearby now looking very annoyed.
Lastly, although I could go on indefinitely here, I've just been too busy to sit down on the computer. I did manage to get our taxes done, and we're getting a small portion of what we paid in back, but it is enough to pay off the couch and computer we purchased on credit, and leave a bit in savings which will inevitably be sucked out into the checking account when a bad month hits again. December and January were tough months financially. We had Christmas, tuition, the registration of 2 cars amounting to no less than $700, plus all of our other bills of course.
I realize responsible people plan for these events, and we did see them coming and tried to prepare, but we've been paying for other events like medical bills and so on. We did manage to cover everything without breaking the bank, but it has been a long time since our checking account balance has seen single digits. It got a little hairy there.
Whew. Now I've got to go do some homework. I hope to post more this week. Don't hold your breath though, I don't think I can take anymore pressure. Hugs.
Oh gosh, I'm sorry I haven't posted much at all lately. I apologize to those who bothered to stop by here and see what kind of unimportant events are taking place, only to find that nothing is happening here at all. Which is as usual actually, but in this case, I'm not even talking about anything, even if I never talk about anything anyway. Goodness, does that make any sense at all?
Well, I'm here to tell you, I've got a handful of excuses for my willful neglect of this little site. First and foremost, the kiddo has had a serious and nasty bout of flu which required my constant bedside attention which included pushing fluids, monitoring temperatures, watching movies with her (Nanny McPhee is a cute movie) running up and down the stairs at her every whim, replenishing the cool wash cloth which she dramatically kept on her forehead while looking altogether pitiful, and crying out for mommy to make the discomfort go away. That lasted for 3 and a half days. She's all better now, and back to her usual antics.
My second excuse, hubby was home and I wanted to give him my undivided attention, except of course during the moments that I was playing nurse to the ailing 11 year old. He didn't necessarily want my undivided attention, I just wanted to pour it on him because I missed him while he was out in the patch braving the cold, and the wind. It mattered to me that I was available to sneak up and give him hugs and kisses whenever I felt the urge to do so, which he gladly received and returned in kind.
Third, I'm steadily working on striking a balance between school, work, the family, and the pets. I found that I could not handle the 3 classes I originally registered for, and so dropped one, and have felt a whole lot better. Balance is returning to my life again. That balance thing is really important to me at this point in my life. It may mean taking longer to finish school, but I think it will produce a better quality product in the end. I'm hoping at least.
Fourth, I told you I have a ton of excuses here, I've been taking care of me. I don't want to talk a lot about it, but I'm just trying to eat healthier. I'll leave it at that. None of this even accounts for my cat who sits on my book just to get on my nerves, well actually I think he does it for attention, which I give him constantly, but I can't seem to give him enough. Then there is the girl dog who sits on the chair next to me when I'm at the table trying to study. Who ever heard of a dog sitting at the kitchen table? It's ridiculous, but she insists. My life is out of control people. Just to give an example, my cat has sat on the keyboard and stared at me right in the eyes at least 3 times as I write this. He wants to crawl up on my shoulder and purr in my ear, but I can't type with his cat butt in my face like that. I just can't. He sits on a chair nearby now looking very annoyed.
Lastly, although I could go on indefinitely here, I've just been too busy to sit down on the computer. I did manage to get our taxes done, and we're getting a small portion of what we paid in back, but it is enough to pay off the couch and computer we purchased on credit, and leave a bit in savings which will inevitably be sucked out into the checking account when a bad month hits again. December and January were tough months financially. We had Christmas, tuition, the registration of 2 cars amounting to no less than $700, plus all of our other bills of course.
I realize responsible people plan for these events, and we did see them coming and tried to prepare, but we've been paying for other events like medical bills and so on. We did manage to cover everything without breaking the bank, but it has been a long time since our checking account balance has seen single digits. It got a little hairy there.
Whew. Now I've got to go do some homework. I hope to post more this week. Don't hold your breath though, I don't think I can take anymore pressure. Hugs.
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