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Just shooting the poop with Lori |
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He travels the world on the backs of others Insignificant in his stature and size His journey carries no mission Randomly roaming at the will of his host Sated enough to never question his trek Life is an open adventure without worry If the excitement of his dusty trail dulls Another bus awaits to grant passage With a furry friend to carry him home Ah the wonderful life of a flea |
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| Boy do I have a story to tell! I have two dogs, one large and one medium. I have told stories about the unique personalities of each of them a time or two on this blog. My beasts often drive me crazy but they are loyal and lovable.Now neither of them are allowed in my bedroom. They follow me to the door and stand at the edge until I come back out. I knew from personal experience of being a parent that once I allowed them in my bed, I would never get them out and my sleeping space would be confined. I work nights and as such wake on a normal day about 2pm. That is when I take the dogs out again for their business needs. So on Tuesday, I went and grabbed the big dog,Dimitri, to bring back in first. His usual act is to sit watching out the door while I bring Vladimir back in. That day he chose to do something much different. I found him in my bedroom on top of my bed. He was in the middle of enjoying his delightful snack. YES, DIMITRI ATE MY $1600 DENTURES. He didn't swallow but chewed them into dust. Now usually, he is not a chewer of anything but paper towels out of the trash. As much as I wanted to cry, I did not punish the dog except banishing him out of bedroom. I was the idiot that left the door open and my dentures by the bed. What amazes me is how he knew in that split second what to go for and where to get it. is proving to be a very costly lesson for me. |
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| We have spent the last 2 months celebrating! It is wearing me out. It is the same every year. Thanksgiving, Christmas, Husband's birthday, daughter's birthday, youngest son's birthday, This year we threw in an Eagle Scout court of honor. It is all fun but expensive and tiresome. Really wish I'd have planned those birthday celebrations out better years ago. Three in one week is a little much! After tomorrow we will be birthday free until February. I'm actually kind of sick of cake in any shape or form. Good news is my February child is a pie eater. Even as a kid, he would ask for a birthday pie. Sadly some years it was rhubarb and I'm not a fan. This too shall pass, I hope! I have to mention that I was very excited about winning the December Share your Faith contest with
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| Good Morning Peeps. Trying to pretend that I"m awake and coherent is the task I'm undertaking today. The coffee has not yet kicked in and my sinuses are still stuck to the roof of my brain making breathing difficult. Not whining mind you, just mentioning that this blog may be as foggy as I feel. It is kind of fitting,as I look out the window, for the fog outside is dense and deep.So the earth's coffee has not kicked in yet either. Searching for a topic of interest to write about was difficult but my dog helped me. His name is Dimitri and he is an 80 lb Labrador-German Shepard mix. Big dog that he is, makes it very easy to know that he is in the room.He began doing this strange deed about three months ago. We wake about six thirty each morning. My husband has a routine for letting the dogs out to do their business. They go one at a time and he spends several minutes with each dog. Dimitri is first in line. i pour my coffee and sit for a few moments at the computer trying to rouse.Here is where the fun part comes in! Dimitri has a whole good morning conversation with me. And there is no way that you can ignore his boisterous and loud attention/ In the clearest, best voice he can muster he "Scooby Doo" whines his greeting at me. This ritual lasts about fifteen minutes. If I reach for my coffee, he noses my arm to refocus my interest in him. He moans, bellows, and groans like he hasn't seen me in months. It is a loving reunion of immense proportion and quite comical to behold. He had my son laughing so hard this morning, I thought he would split a gut. I truly need to film this occurrence soon but my dog is camera shy and always stops doing the cute things when a phone comes out. But this amount of love directed at me definitely makes the morning bright. |
| So I have to laugh because the luck of the Irish is with me, as always. I am not Irish, so really not a thing! But here is the story. My washer went out this fall. Before buying a new one, we found out that the drains under the house needed replacing. So $2000 later, we did just that. Today we had a new washer delivered. We were like kids at Christmas. It meant that I no longer had to carry large tubs to the laundry-mat and that I could return to doing the deed at my leisure. With my work schedule, this is a huge deal. So we fired up the washer and watched it like a television. Lo and behold, our new $2000 pipes still don't drain. More plumbing work still needed. Can't wait to get the bill on this one. All you can do is laugh and handle the irritating events of our lives one at a time.There are so many other things in life that matter way more than this. On Sunday, we are celebrating my youngest son's earning of Eagle Scout. I have two son's that are now Eagles. i have a daughter with a 3.9 average, sings like an angel and can dance like people on Broadway. But the most important thing is that they are all sweet and kind human beings that make me proud. This is not a bragging post but an effort at reminding people to count blessings when the shit hits the fan. There is calming found in the good things of life. |
| I have pretty much taken the holidays off from writing. Not that i didn't miss it but it seemed important to focus on family this year. It was very enjoyable and I managed to make some great memories. It won't be long before i am an empty-nester and it was so great having the kids all together. However, I must be a writer because there was always a nagging need to write things down. I had to force myself to lay the pen down and focus on the moment. Good news is that they get me and still love me. Great family and great people.Love them all! |
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