*Sigh*Whew, long day.This Parvo thing is really a pain in the ass. Scary? Hell yes, expensive, over the top! Worth it? I guess you’ve never had kids....It’s family. A dog is just like another kid to me. If a kid were sick, wouldn’t you do whatever it took to ensure that they’d be ok in the long run, and then go over board to make sure that it wouldn’t ever happen again!? Of course you would.This is why, I spent two hours spraying down the back yard tonight (yes I waited until it was dark and not 105 degrees out) to disinfect the the backyard before he comes home from the hospital. *crossing fingers* He wasn’t doing so well today. He couldn’t keep any food down, and yesterday he was at least keeping some down, so he’s gone downhill a bit. Tomorrow I am going to have to spray the inside of the house, then I will go over the outside once more. This is a nightmare!I am also experiencing teen-age hood, even though none of my children are there yet. My youngest brother, 16, is staying with me for two weeks while my parents are gone on a cruise to Alaska! *Must be nice!* This has been interesting. It’s my brother. That is so different than it being one of my own children. Yet, it’s giving me a huge lesson on how I would exactly handle certain situations. Like, not ever coming home at night. At 16 years old mind you.Well, he tried to pull that exact routine tonight. My advice to my mother, has always been the same. Call the police and report him missing. Simple as that.When he hadn’t shown up, nor had he called, I finally called him. When he answered the phone, I simply said “In my house in 15 minutes or I will be calling the cops.” He tried to say something about staying the night with so and so because of such and such reason, and I repeated it, “In my house in 15 minutes”. Silence. He said “So,...” As I began again “ 15 minutes or you’ll have a juvenile record.” Then I simply hung up the phone. And guess what? He was in my house in 10 minutes. I have never known him to move that quickly! No, I swear, really! It was actually really funny. I had a hard time keeping a straight face when he did walk in the room. LOLIt’s been a trying couple of days, but I think that I am fairing well. I am way behind on everything, I’ve been a little preoccupied. I had also decided that I am not going to step down at work right now. I am going to trudge along and see what happens. Sometimes I really believe that my scarlet letter is an ”M”. ”M” for Moron.Probably one of my more endearing qualities,too.So, as I am signing off and stumbling to find a pillow, I leave myself wondering, does God really only give us only what we can handle?

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*Sigh*Whew, long day.This Parvo thing is really a pain in the ass. Scary? Hell yes, expensive, over the top! Worth it? I guess you’ve never had kids....It’s family. A dog is just like another kid to me. If a kid were sick, wouldn’t you do whatever it took to ensure that they’d be ok in the long run, and then go over board to make sure that it wouldn’t ever happen again!? Of course you would.This is why, I spent two hours spraying down the back yard tonight (yes I waited until it was dark and not 105 degrees out) to disinfect the the backyard before he comes home from the hospital. *crossing fingers* He wasn’t doing so well today. He couldn’t keep any food down, and yesterday he was at least keeping some down, so he’s gone downhill a bit. Tomorrow I am going to have to spray the inside of the house, then I will go over the outside once more. This is a nightmare!I am also experiencing teen-age hood, even though none of my children are there yet. My youngest brother, 16, is staying with me for two weeks while my parents are gone on a cruise to Alaska! *Must be nice!* This has been interesting. It’s my brother. That is so different than it being one of my own children. Yet, it’s giving me a huge lesson on how I would exactly handle certain situations. Like, not ever coming home at night. At 16 years old mind you.Well, he tried to pull that exact routine tonight. My advice to my mother, has always been the same. Call the police and report him missing. Simple as that.When he hadn’t shown up, nor had he called, I finally called him. When he answered the phone, I simply said “In my house in 15 minutes or I will be calling the cops.” He tried to say something about staying the night with so and so because of such and such reason, and I repeated it, “In my house in 15 minutes”. Silence. He said “So,...” As I began again “ 15 minutes or you’ll have a juvenile record.” Then I simply hung up the phone. And guess what? He was in my house in 10 minutes. I have never known him to move that quickly! No, I swear, really! It was actually really funny. I had a hard time keeping a straight face when he did walk in the room. LOLIt’s been a trying couple of days, but I think that I am fairing well. I am way behind on everything, I’ve been a little preoccupied. I had also decided that I am not going to step down at work right now. I am going to trudge along and see what happens. Sometimes I really believe that my scarlet letter is an ”M”. ”M” for Moron.Probably one of my more endearing qualities,too.So, as I am signing off and stumbling to find a pillow, I leave myself wondering, does God really only give us only what we can handle?

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Ok..So, between working and family life, I spent most of the middle of the night, well into wee hours of the morning at the Animal Hospital.Parvo.Yes, that precious puppy. Killed himself a bird to bring to mommy and came down with parvo.People say, “Oh, it’s just a dog!”. They obviously aren’t the sort of person who should own one. Kind of like how there are plenty of people out there whom shouldn’t have children either, but they do.Poor little guy just broke my heart. Leaving him there was pretty painful too. Then, you get into the cost. OUCH! Of course, the only plan of action I have is to SAVE MY DOG! Anything else is inconsequential. How do you come up with that ungodly amount of money? (Let me tell you, I am sooo in the WRONG business!) Well, you just do.Then, there’s the business of disinfecting the house, the yard, EVERYTHING before he comes home from the hospital so that he doesn’t become infected again before the vaccine takes hold. Generally that takes two weeks from what my research tells me.3-4 days in the hospital. 3-4 days without my little Samson. He probably thinks he did something wrong. Mommy just left him like that. Talk about feeling like a bad dog mom!I know one thing though, even if your doggies don’t ever leave your own yard, never take for granted that they won’t come down with something. My dogs never leave their own yard, for my own fear of diseases. Yet, Samson kills a bird thinking he’s doing something good for mommy, and BLAMO! He’s on his death bed.Recovery? Prognosis is very good. Parvo isn’t the evil killer it used to be, but it is a very expensive venture if you chose to save your dog. Without aggressive treatment, your dog will not survive, period. That aggressive treatment is very costly.Basically, what it comes down to, is that had I gotten him his shots already like a good little doggie mom should do, he wouldn’t be going through this right now and neither would I.I am going to call the hospital right now and see how he’s doing.

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Ok..So, between working and family life, I spent most of the middle of the night, well into wee hours of the morning at the Animal Hospital.Parvo.Yes, that precious puppy. Killed himself a bird to bring to mommy and came down with parvo.People say, “Oh, it’s just a dog!”. They obviously aren’t the sort of person who should own one. Kind of like how there are plenty of people out there whom shouldn’t have children either, but they do.Poor little guy just broke my heart. Leaving him there was pretty painful too. Then, you get into the cost. OUCH! Of course, the only plan of action I have is to SAVE MY DOG! Anything else is inconsequential. How do you come up with that ungodly amount of money? (Let me tell you, I am sooo in the WRONG business!) Well, you just do.Then, there’s the business of disinfecting the house, the yard, EVERYTHING before he comes home from the hospital so that he doesn’t become infected again before the vaccine takes hold. Generally that takes two weeks from what my research tells me.3-4 days in the hospital. 3-4 days without my little Samson. He probably thinks he did something wrong. Mommy just left him like that. Talk about feeling like a bad dog mom!I know one thing though, even if your doggies don’t ever leave your own yard, never take for granted that they won’t come down with something. My dogs never leave their own yard, for my own fear of diseases. Yet, Samson kills a bird thinking he’s doing something good for mommy, and BLAMO! He’s on his death bed.Recovery? Prognosis is very good. Parvo isn’t the evil killer it used to be, but it is a very expensive venture if you chose to save your dog. Without aggressive treatment, your dog will not survive, period. That aggressive treatment is very costly.Basically, what it comes down to, is that had I gotten him his shots already like a good little doggie mom should do, he wouldn’t be going through this right now and neither would I.I am going to call the hospital right now and see how he’s doing.

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You’re in a deep sleep, and suddenly from the other room you hear a small voice cry out, “Mom, I need help!”.........That will wake you up in a hurry! My poor guy was sick to his stomach. That’s starting the day on the right foot isn’t it? The very last day of the school year. The last day I did not have to worry about babysitting for the older kids. Now, he’s home for the day, and I have to come up with a sitter. It’s a good thing I have wonderful people around me to fall back on in emergencies with the kids.I don’t have a large circle of friends. I don’t have a phone number book that’s an inch thick. I have really literally one friend. She’s the best friend anyone could ask for, and the only friend anyone would need.Then there is my family. They’ve been there for me through it all, taking care of my kids so they don’t have to stay with strangers. Saving me money at the same time. Anytime I need them, they are there. Today is going to be one of those days. No body knows it yet, but, I think mom is going to have an extra body around today. What do you need a gaggle of friends around for when you’ve got the best people around you in a mere handful?God has blessed me greatly.I would much rather have one or two people that I know I could fall back on anytime, for any reason, than have a hundred “friends” and no one that you can rely on. That’s a hard one these days. Being able to rely on anyone. To trust them. To know that they will do what they say they are going to do. So selfish is the world today. So much so, that friendship has a strange new meaning. One I’ve not spent a whole lot of time exploring because I don’t waste time with “friends” like that. Life is too short. I wasted enough time, 2 years to be exact, on a “friend”. This was one of those friends that was your twin, the one that you are joined at the hip with. Or, so I thought. She stuck around long enough to milk me for everything, literally. She lived with me. I didn’t want a room mate to move in a week after buying my new house. But, she needed me, she needed help and I opened up my home. After taking advantage, being unreliable and eventually falling into the role of “liar” one day out of nowhere, she flipped, showed up with some unknown person while nobody was at home, cleaned everything out (even stuff that wasn’t hers) and left town. That was it. Never to be heard from again. No phone call, no note, no nothing. Simply a lot of bad feelings and burned bridges...Michelle, who? That’s what people call friendship these days? Who needs it!If that is how we treat our best friends, no wonder the country has so many enemies. We’ve forgotten, as a whole, what honor, respect,and loyalty mean. Sure, we could recite the text book definitions, but that isn’t the same as knowing what those words mean by living the definitions, not just reciting them.I would rather have one friend I can count on, than a thousand friends who wouldn’t take the time to spit on me if I were on fire.

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You’re in a deep sleep, and suddenly from the other room you hear a small voice cry out, “Mom, I need help!”.........That will wake you up in a hurry! My poor guy was sick to his stomach. That’s starting the day on the right foot isn’t it? The very last day of the school year. The last day I did not have to worry about babysitting for the older kids. Now, he’s home for the day, and I have to come up with a sitter. It’s a good thing I have wonderful people around me to fall back on in emergencies with the kids.I don’t have a large circle of friends. I don’t have a phone number book that’s an inch thick. I have really literally one friend. She’s the best friend anyone could ask for, and the only friend anyone would need.Then there is my family. They’ve been there for me through it all, taking care of my kids so they don’t have to stay with strangers. Saving me money at the same time. Anytime I need them, they are there. Today is going to be one of those days. No body knows it yet, but, I think mom is going to have an extra body around today. What do you need a gaggle of friends around for when you’ve got the best people around you in a mere handful?God has blessed me greatly.I would much rather have one or two people that I know I could fall back on anytime, for any reason, than have a hundred “friends” and no one that you can rely on. That’s a hard one these days. Being able to rely on anyone. To trust them. To know that they will do what they say they are going to do. So selfish is the world today. So much so, that friendship has a strange new meaning. One I’ve not spent a whole lot of time exploring because I don’t waste time with “friends” like that. Life is too short. I wasted enough time, 2 years to be exact, on a “friend”. This was one of those friends that was your twin, the one that you are joined at the hip with. Or, so I thought. She stuck around long enough to milk me for everything, literally. She lived with me. I didn’t want a room mate to move in a week after buying my new house. But, she needed me, she needed help and I opened up my home. After taking advantage, being unreliable and eventually falling into the role of “liar” one day out of nowhere, she flipped, showed up with some unknown person while nobody was at home, cleaned everything out (even stuff that wasn’t hers) and left town. That was it. Never to be heard from again. No phone call, no note, no nothing. Simply a lot of bad feelings and burned bridges...Michelle, who? That’s what people call friendship these days? Who needs it!If that is how we treat our best friends, no wonder the country has so many enemies. We’ve forgotten, as a whole, what honor, respect,and loyalty mean. Sure, we could recite the text book definitions, but that isn’t the same as knowing what those words mean by living the definitions, not just reciting them.I would rather have one friend I can count on, than a thousand friends who wouldn’t take the time to spit on me if I were on fire.

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My task list for the day is growing by the hour. And what am I doing? Sitting here, reading other people’s blogs. **Sigh**One day off a week, and here I sit.Jeeze, would someone slap me please?!What’s even sicker, is I sit here and wonder if everything at work is ok. Am I a work-a-holic or what?!No, I don’t believe that is it.I think it’s more that home, for me, right now is a place of constant turmoil.A war-zone if you will.I bought this beautiful little house, and was sooo excited to turn it into my dream home. 30 years old, and this is my first home. My children finally had a yard. They finally had their own bedrooms. My dog could run. Bought another dog even. (Thought the backyard looked empty with only one back there!) My garden out front is beautiful. Will be doing one out back when the puppies are a little older.And my feeling on it all now is this....."blah".Thanks to the B.S. brought on by a certain someone.I have got to snap out of it!Fall back on my red-headed attitude!I have got to slap the shit outta someone and get them back on track too!This is getting to me way tooooo much and it’s affecting everything and everyone around me and that makes me even madder than the situation on it’s own.JMG says to me last night that he’s confused.HA.Me too.God help us.

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My task list for the day is growing by the hour. And what am I doing? Sitting here, reading other people’s blogs. **Sigh**One day off a week, and here I sit.Jeeze, would someone slap me please?!What’s even sicker, is I sit here and wonder if everything at work is ok. Am I a work-a-holic or what?!No, I don’t believe that is it.I think it’s more that home, for me, right now is a place of constant turmoil.A war-zone if you will.I bought this beautiful little house, and was sooo excited to turn it into my dream home. 30 years old, and this is my first home. My children finally had a yard. They finally had their own bedrooms. My dog could run. Bought another dog even. (Thought the backyard looked empty with only one back there!) My garden out front is beautiful. Will be doing one out back when the puppies are a little older.And my feeling on it all now is this....."blah".Thanks to the B.S. brought on by a certain someone.I have got to snap out of it!Fall back on my red-headed attitude!I have got to slap the shit outta someone and get them back on track too!This is getting to me way tooooo much and it’s affecting everything and everyone around me and that makes me even madder than the situation on it’s own.JMG says to me last night that he’s confused.HA.Me too.God help us.

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1. I don’t do windows because ... I love birds and don’t want one to run into them and hurt themselves.2. I don’t wax floors because ... I am terrified a guest will slip, hurt themselves, I’ll feel terrible and they may sue me.3. I don’t mind the dustbunnies because ... they are very good company and I have named most of them, they agree with everything I say.4. I don’t disturb cobwebs because ... I want every creature to have a home of their own and the kids love spiders.5. I don’t Spring Clean because ... I love all the seasons and don’t want them to get jealous.6. I don’t plant a garden because ... I don’t want to get in God’s way, he is an excellent designer.7. I don’t put things away because ... my kids will never be able to find them again.8. I don’t do gourmet meals when I entertain because ... I don’t want my guests to stress out over what to make when they invite me over for dinner.9. I don’t iron because ... I believe them when they say “Permanent Press”.10. I don’t stress much on anything because ... AType Personalities die young and I want to stick around and become a wrinkled up crusty ol lady!

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1. I don’t do windows because ... I love birds and don’t want one to run into them and hurt themselves.2. I don’t wax floors because ... I am terrified a guest will slip, hurt themselves, I’ll feel terrible and they may sue me.3. I don’t mind the dustbunnies because ... they are very good company and I have named most of them, they agree with everything I say.4. I don’t disturb cobwebs because ... I want every creature to have a home of their own and the kids love spiders.5. I don’t Spring Clean because ... I love all the seasons and don’t want them to get jealous.6. I don’t plant a garden because ... I don’t want to get in God’s way, he is an excellent designer.7. I don’t put things away because ... my kids will never be able to find them again.8. I don’t do gourmet meals when I entertain because ... I don’t want my guests to stress out over what to make when they invite me over for dinner.9. I don’t iron because ... I believe them when they say “Permanent Press”.10. I don’t stress much on anything because ... AType Personalities die young and I want to stick around and become a wrinkled up crusty ol lady!

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