Danger

Youngest and I were curled up on the couch for a bit of cuddling and I noticed something was not quite right.

Me- What have you got in your pants

Youngest- (while his pops up off the couch covering his man parts) Nothing

Me- yes you do, what is it.

Youngest- NOTHING— ok, I have underwear on

Me- That wasn’t underwear, what…..(bright light pops up above my head, EUREKA!) Do you have on your brother’s cup?

Youngest, Na… yeah. What? Someone’s been trying to hit me in the nuts all day!

Only in my house would it be considered completely normal for a child who normally embraces commando with both arms, to be walking around with his 17 yr old brothers cup on….

Muse

How about that, 2 posts in one day. Well, I guess technically they are posts, mostly they were just diversions so that maybe you wouldn’t notice how long it had been since I had actually written a post. Did it work?
I didn’t think so.
I have been thinking about writing. I used to enjoy it, I used to look forward to it. But lately, I seem to be stuck in an imaginative void.
I get up, I do the mom thing, I do the wife thing, I do the employee thing, and I go to bed.
That’s life right now.
It’s not a bad life, in fact, I love my life. I wouldn’t have it any other way, except the imagination part.
I used to spend time every day creating something, whether it was a craft, sewing, crochet, cooking, or spitting out words that were crowding my brain, I created something every day. It seems as if I’ve gotten so caught up in living day to day, that I have forgotten to live my day each day.
I remember one year, I handmade each and every ornament on our Christmas tree. That tree touched the ceiling, and was so full there was no way another single ornament would fit. That was my all time favorite tree. But slowly, I have let that inspiration dissipate. I’ve got to get that back to grab back every molecule, every spark of ingenus within my grasp and mold it all into something new.

Another Review

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Review

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Babes

Youngest- (while watching a news montage of MJ’s life)
Mom? Is that him when he was young?

Me- Yeah, why?

Youngest- But he’s black…..How’d that happen?

Out of the mouth of babes

Hypothetical

Hypothetically speaking:
Say you have a sister, and you decided to go visit this sister at oh, say 11pm…knowing that this sister has a big dog, a big dog that is well known for not liking strangers. And say hypothetically you walk into their house, without knocking and this same big dog lunges at you, resulting in your sisters family having to pin the big dog down in the floor, against the couch to keep him from biting you. What would you do?
A) squat down in the floor in front of the big dog and taunt him
B) refuse to go out on the porch until brother’s family get the dog under control
C) tell your sister when they say “I don’t want to have to put my dog down because of you” that “Oh, you won’t have to put him down, cause I will put him down for you if he gets me.”
D) all of the above!

Hypothetically speaking of course cause we all know that no reasonable human being would do any of these things cause that would be really selfish, ignorant, and frankly, assholish. Right?

And people wonder why I want to move away.

Mourn

Today has been a bad day as far as icon’s from my generation goes. First Farrah, then Michael. Wow, kind of shows our immortality right up front and center.
You can take this as a rant, your can take it as disparaging, take it however you want it, but its not meant to be disrespectful.
The way I see it, two talented people passed away today. Two of many, many other talented people, it just so happened that these two particular people were in the right place at the right time, and their bright lights got to shine. They got to spread their talent for all the world. But there were many other talented people who passed away today too. People who are nameless and faceless to the rest of the world. But to their families, their friends their talent, their beautiful spirit lives on. The world doesn’t mourn these people, but maybe, just maybe we should. ri

move

okey dokey
well I have told the drama about the dogs, I guess I’ll write about the moving/not moving drama.

We got an offer on the house, well, not hte house, but on the entire land my dad owns. It was a fair offer, at the residential rate… but not at a commercial rate, so my dad turned it down.
The don’t want just our house, they want all the land, and my dad turned the offer down. So that leaves us sitting with no where to turn basically as far as getting the place we love in another state.
One of the people who came to check out the house this past week, figured in his offer the fact that about 40k in repairs would have to be done just to get the house up to retail value. 40k. As in 40,000 cash we don’t have to fix our house. That bad, yes it is.
So, we told the realtor in another state that we just can’t do it right now, and the people who own the property are taking it off the market and moving back in to it. yay.

Adventure

Here’s the story about the dogs. Its a strange, scary story.

Mama dog, from here on known as girl, and puppy, from here on known as pup, are the characters.

The boys had pup outside playing in the yard, he’s really good about staying in with us, so we take him out without a leash. Until now that is.
I had went into the house for something, and when I came back outside, girl shot between my legs and took off, running as fast as she could, you would have thought she had been struck by lightening and was trying to get away as fast as she was running up the road. Well, pup saw his mama run up the road and took off after her. Both of them moving faster than the speed of light it seemed.
The boys took off after the two runaways, to no avail, they were too long gone, and girl, well she just doesn’t listen, and refuses to come when called. There was no way we were getting her to come to us. We hopped in the car, traveled all over the neighborhood, went down all the back roads around the land adjacent to ours, searching, yelling out the windows, and stopping everyone we saw to see if they had seen the dogs. No one had.

We went home to sit and wait for the scratch at the door. It came a humongous thunder storm,and I thought sure as the world the dogs would come home. They didn’t. As night fell, I knew that if pup got separated from girl, then he wouldn’t make it back. Girl has run off before, and always made it home, so we weren’t as worried about her as we were pup, after all he’s just 4.5 months old, and never been out of our yard before.

I was in a very deep sleep the next morning, when I heard the phone ring, and then heard Son4 give a little yelp of joy, my dad called and girl was at his house…. then it hit Son4 that girl had come home without pup. We all knew what that meant.

We all hit the road again, this time armed with flyers and cell phones, the younger boys hit the woods all around our house on foot, me and Son2 started going door to door in the neighborhoods connected to ours, showing our flyers asking anyone who breathed in air to please keep an eye out for pup.

After a couple hours, I went home and switched off kids, taking the two youngers with me to put up flyers around town. Before I hit the road again, I put an ad on craigslist and in a local paper. I was determined to do everything i could to find pup.
We head to the local animal shelter, to look at animals who had been turned in as strays. They took us back for a tour, and about halfway through the tour, the chickie turns and looks at me and says, I’m not supposed to tell you, but I think we have your dog…
I got sooo excited. But I wasn’t seeing pup in any of the cages. She takes us into the intake room, and kind of nonchalantly points to a cage on the top row, and there, sleeping like a zombie was pup. He was SO dead asleep it took me, and Sons 4 and 5 all three saying his name over and over to wake him up.
Let me tell you, as upset as we were, pup was that excited to see us, so excited, he peed all over himself and the cage, pawing madly to get out to reach us. When I heard his story, I understood why.

That morning, a gentleman had captured pup on a bridge, that crossed over a very busy interstate. Traffic had stopped, and there were about 10 people out of their cars trying to get pup off the road, with all the people chasing him, he ran to the side of the bridge and was literally 2 seconds from jumping off the bridge down onto the interstate.
Sons 4 and 5 both were in tears at finding pup, we immediately called oldest to tell him we had his pup, and we filled out paperwork, got him microchipped, and brought him home.

It was only after we got home, when I checked my email later on that day, I saw the rest of the story.
Seems as if pup and girl were found in a local factory parking lot early that morning. When faced with strangers, girl took off, heading towards home, leaving pup cowered under one of the cars, shaking and jerking just trying to get away.

One of the strangers tried his best to get pup from under the car to help him, but pup wouldn’t come out. Evidently he waited to come out after they had all gone. That’s when he went to the bridge and stopped traffic. There were pictures of his plight on craigslist, with all sorts of commentary about the story.

Pup and girl are safe and sound, and neither one of them offer to shoot out the door. Pup has even taken to liking being on a leash now. I think he feels safe that way. Us, well, we all slept very well knowing our babies were home.

Answered

The puppies are home!