This is a general housekeeping post about things I’ve not shared that you might find entertain or interesting or I just feel like blathering on about –
Joe Boxer – who we mostly call Joseph now because it is so not befitting his face which makes us laugh. There is something wrong with us – Joseph is Sixty-four pounds!!!! This is BIG NEWS because about forty days ago, he weighed forty-eight pounds. The dude is huge now compared. HUGE! We’ve also discovered that a Thunder Shirt calms his toddler wiggles down and generally makes the household a less chaotic mess on days when running about outside isn’t an option. He's still traumatized by weather and thinks when we take him out for a pee; we're kicking him to the curb. Really HATE the woman who did this to him! Anyway, despite having some sort of infection that has landed him back on the fart-inducing pills, he’s set for ball removal on St. Paddy’s day. Husband thinks that he won’t walk as funny with those balls gone. I think Joseph is meant to look funny, balls or no balls. Pepper is recovering from her wombectomy. I’d say, "recovering nicely" but I think we’ve failed miserably in the “keep her from running, jumping etc.” The Saturday after the surgery, we had her stashed in the bedroom with her stupid blue inflatable Cone of Shame on. When we drove up, we could see she was on our bed and we watched her jump down and runt to the window to bark her hello to us. It’s just gotten worse since then. She’s like a sixteen-pound dictator. Fail. I mean, who was dumb enough to let us have three dogs. We keep breaking them. I see a visit to the Vet in her future and a vicious tongue lashing in ours. I've told them they should just go ahead and name a room after us; we've been in there so much lately. Tigger the Dog is less mean girl these days. She has either come to terms that this is our life now or she’s biding her time till Joseph eats one of Husband’s guitars or precious microphones and goes away. She is fascinated by Pepper her and now Pepper is now the growling mean girl when TTD gets too close. But there’s been no blood drawn in weeks so counting it as a WIN! Feeding time has gone from utter bedlam to the somewhat controlled chaos of elementary school lunchtime. Still not enjoyable, totally messy and filled with shouting but no one ends up in tears and snotters now. And by no one, I mean me. I’ve amended the tattoo that I got in January and didn’t regret but didn’t love. More on that later - just not hiding my wrist and explaining the whole thing to everyone who noticed the mess anymore. And Husband is no longer telling me to “Stop looking at it. It hasn’t changed!” Speaking of Husband, he is still Husband. I got home at 9pm to a sink full of dishes and the dishes I’d washed at 5am still “drying” on the mat. BUT I had the chips he'd bought me to eat and he’d been as sweet as pie to the “almost 4 years old” kid I’d brought by the house to meet the dogs. He let her play his pretty drum set and even did an impromptu jam session with her, she played the sponge bob guitar and he played the Congo drums. AND he said nothing about my dinner of chips and green tea and cake. I’ll keep him. Like how I snuck that one about the tattoo in but still haven’t shared pictures? Yeah, I’m not usually vague like that but I’m having computer issues. Mainly that I can't find the pictures of what I wanted and what I got so you can see why I'm happier with what I have now. I shouldn’t have a computer because I can’t operate them and Husband's “its so easy.” means I’ll screw it up and hide files and pictures in some secret location I can never find again... Finally, yesterday on a trip to the Zoo, I got to second base with a bird! That is his tongue IN my ear. He even nibbled not so gently on the skin tag on my neck. AND THEN today I got a text from the mom of the twins. They were "playing ej" which means carrying a big bag of random things to make a project with. So dang proud! Really, where can I go from here but down?
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Jana
3/11/2016 10:49:37 am
I've missed your writing. It sounds like maybe the three of them doggies are adjusting to each other finally.
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ej
3/13/2016 08:10:15 am
The dogs are adjusting to each other and, more importantly, we're adjusting to the dogs. Doesn't mean they aren't still pests of hell - just that we're getting used to the constant parade that follows us from room to room...
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Q.D
3/13/2016 04:02:05 am
Aww, Rainbow Lorrikets, the lovesluts of the Australian Wildlife Population :D Now picture 100+ hanging out on a balcony singing the song on their people at 5am and that was my morning alarm all through high school (SKWARK!!!!!)
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Q.D
3/13/2016 04:07:56 am
Pretend I can spell Lorikeet!
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ej
3/13/2016 08:08:47 am
I SO don't judge spelling! One of my favorite parts of my three weeks in Australia was being covered in Rainbow Lorikeets. Now, 100+ every morning would get old fast but for that three week period, it was lovely! Leave a Reply. |
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