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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 |
| 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! |
| As the New Year dawns, I will toss my wishes for greatness out into the cosmos. And for the next several days,you will now find me waiting by my mailbox for Amazon to deliver the ONE MILLION DOLLARS that I wished for. I'm telling you they have everything! HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE! |
| Merry Christmas and Happy New year. Sending peace and love to all my friends at WDC. May your spirits be bright and your hearts be golden. Raise your glasses high to toast the beauty of life. Welcome the baby Jesus into your heart. I wish the best and boldest to all of you. May your words flow like Shakespeare, thoughts flow like fountains, ideals peak like mountains, characters live the three dimensional lives that we seek, and all of your stories inspire. |
| Still bogged down here with the cold and snow. We received a whopping 9.2 inches of snow. The streets are finally plowed and we can get out but just walking to the car from the house is an adventure. Luckily, I have a little padding on the backside for landing in the snowdrifts and I am still spry enough to pull myself out of said snowdrift. Winter is an experience in ninja-like skill and jousting ability. I find myself wishing for video of my slide down the ramp. I'm sure that i looked quite comical. Having said that, a snowball fight ensued after that fall and it was very titillating. Living in the moment and enjoying the white fluffy ground-cover. |
| Knee deep in white stuff here in St. Louis. Getting my Christmas "feels" on. Snow is always so romantic when visited from inside a warm and cozy place. It brings the inner child out of your soul. Who doesn't want to throw a snowball at the passersby? Or build the perfect snowman? At least until the bones begin to ache from the coldness. There is always something thrilling to be found in the snow.It is as if snow has the capacity to open hearts that have long been walled off. People are a little less grumpy when they allow the snow to captivate their hearts, put away the everyday cares, and wallow in the beauty and serenity of the scene. As a child there was nothing more fun than waking up early, wrapping myself in a blanket parked in front of the tv or radio, and waiting for them to announce the school closings. Mom always had the hot chocolate ready and cheers could be heard throughout the neighborhood if we were called. It is one of my favorite memories. Today the joy is lessened by the numerous robo calls from schools. And then there are the parents that fight on social media, and I mean fight, on whether it was good to call off school. The old argument of "in my day they never called off school and I had to walk 20 miles in a blizzard" versus the "please save my child from having a snowflake touch their nose" is embarrassing for both sides. Live in the moment people and enjoy the grace of the blanketed earth. Enjoy the gentle pause in time to rekindle and rejuvenate. Reconnect with loved ones while strolling through the snow. Work, school, bills, shopping, and stress will still be there tomorrow. Accept this sweet gift of time. |
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