Something About Nothing.......part 2 (please join us)

[wwessing]

This is Montana. He's our 10 year old pony. . . I mean Golden Retriever. He's been an only dog for a very long time and did not like Miss Nala at first. We broke up quite a few dog fights. . .well, fight isn't a fair term. . . we pulled Montana away several times before they became buddies.

Ok, next up. . . really, this time. . . dogs o war

 

[wwessing]

At first, Nala would've gotten a bite for her trouble. No messing with the big guys toys. . .but now they play this all the time. Actually Nala tugs, Montana just sits there with his jaws clamped and Nala barks and growls and jumps and tugs with all her might.

 

[wwessing]

This is our youngest. . .dd8. . . we call her Pookie, but her name is Hannah Hope. She wasn't feeling me. . . .

Ok, I've only got one more loaded, so you're all lucky.

 

[damo]

I think Nala is going to breathe new life into Montana.

 

[wwessing]

This is our dd11. . . her name is Megan, but we call her Tiny. . . well, she was tiny when she was a baby. She's holding Bubby. She was feeling me

Ok. . .that's all I got . . . I'll get one of dd15 in a while. She won't let me take a pic cuz she's 15 and she just got out of bed. I've got one of dh holding our grandson, but he's lookin rough. . . I don't want ya'll to get a bad 1st impression of our resident psychotic Dale Jr. fan.

 

[damo]

You look like a very happy group!!! Wouldn't want dd15 or hubby to ruin that.

 

[wwessing]

I think Nala is going to breathe new life into Montana.

She already has It really has been wonderful for them both. . . exhausting for the rest of us. . .but they are learning from each other. Every time someone goes out the door. . .which is often in my house. . .she runs around whining. So, big guy has picked that up. . . unfortunately. . . yesterday they all went outside and Montana ran to me whining . . . aaawww. He taught her to bark. . . I guess she barked before she came, but now she barks when someone knocks or rings the bell, when she see anyone out the window, when there are other animals out there, when the wind is blowing. . .

 

[wwessing]

oops

 

[wwessing]

She is so pretty. Looks very similar to our first blonde cocker, Samson. Who would have been 25 this January (hahaha). He died ten years ago. He had the same freckles on his nose.


This was Samson 21 years ago.

And him again just before he died. The freckles were all gone because his face was then white.

Aaaawwwwww!

That looks exactly like my dad's cocker, Taffy. She's got really old and had strokes and walked sideways. They finally had to take her to the vet . . . there was no quality of life for her. She was always in pain. . couldn't hold her bladder, couldn't hardly walk, couldn't eat without getting sick and kept having strokes until it was time, ya know.

So my mother took her because my dad was heartbroken and couldn't do it. But my mom said she will never, ever do anything like that again. So they have an old basset hound that was my dd20's. I got him for her when she was 5 and we had moved home to live with my parents for a while after the big divorce. Some years back our house burned and we had to live in rental property until this house was ready. We couldn't keep the dogs there, so my parents took the basset and he's just lived there every since. He got used to being there and my parents were used to having him around. . . and, uh, oh yeah, my mom spoiled him so bad that we didn't want to take care of him.. . so we couldn't take him away. Now he's 15 years old and his health is declining. My mom cooks him roasted chicken to mix with his dry dog food

My dd20 and her dh are going to get a male cocker spaniel blonde soon. My girls now want one after Nala has to go home, but I don't want to train a puppy. . . we are too busy and gone too much. Montana is fine because he just lays around and sleeps when we are gone. . . plus he likes to watch the Animal Planet.

 

[RVGal]

Yay! Wendy got pictures! We LOVE pictures!

All this talk of racing made me go read my racing Trip Report again. I'm getting hyped for Daytona!

Barb - I hope Bubba has a wonderful, fabulous, FUN birthday party. NO FEVER! NO FEVER!

I know I am not keeping up, but I've read everything. Tracie, the Transformers are EVIL! Who designed those things? You look at the instructions for turning it into a truck and there are 37 steps!

That reminds me of a story I sent out to my friends a few years ago. Sit back and enjoy if you want...


I had one of those ridiculous moments this afternoon. You know, the realization that this just can’t be normal. A parental epiphany, if you will. Let me explain…

Joshua is resting right now. He is a sick little fella. He had a cold last week that just hung on and on, so we finally went to the doctor this morning… who calmly informed me that Joshua has pneumonia in his left lung. Excuse me??? Don’t throw a scary word like “pneumonia” at me and act like it’s no big deal. “Oh, he just needs to take some Amoxicillin… tastes like bubblegum… he’ll love it (yeah, right)… and get some rest (double yeah, right). He’ll be fine.”

Off we go to the pharmacy where they fill the prescription. The medicine costs about $8, but we spent an additional $10 on miscellaneous crap that Joshua thinks might “make him feel better” (the list includes construction paper, stickers, and a matchbox playset… yeah, he knows how to work his momma…). Upon arriving at home, I shake the medicine, slurp it into one of those medicine droppers (man, does a teaspoon seem like a lot when you are looking at medicine in a dropper), and inform Joshua that it is time to take it. “No, no, NO, Mommy! I don’t want to take it! It’s yucky!!” Well, yeah, it is. “I know you don’t want to, but you have to.” One of the most painful sentences that I utter as a parent. “NO! NO! NO!” This is now being yelled from behind the hand that he has glued to his mouth. I have to pry away both hands… grow a magical third hand, so I can squirt the medicine in his mouth… all the while informing him that if he spits it back out, we’ll just have to do it all over again. He gags (dear lord don’t let him barf it back up), but most of it goes down… followed by lots of dramatic spitting noises and “I didn’t want to take the medicine!” It’s over now, baby, let it go.

We get to do this twice a day, every day, for the next 10 days.

Now, time has passed and I am trying to think of “quiet games” for Joshua to play so that he doesn’t over exert himself. He’s been into Star Wars for awhile, but it’s been a few weeks since he really played with all those action figures… so I dug out the box of his Star Wars stuff and he was perfectly happy saving the galaxy (or whatever goes through his head while he plays with them). Good.

Daniel is snoozing away in his swing, so I start trying to get some of my stuff done.

“MOM! I can’t get Yoda to stay in his Swamp Stomper!!” (Oh god… not the swamp stomper…)

“Okay, bring it here and I’ll do it.” You have to get Yoda lined up just right to get him to stay in his swamp stomper… and, of course, he has to have his lightsaber as well…

“How long until my birthday?”

“Only 5 more weeks to go, big boy.”

“We’re going to have a Power Ranger party, right?” Oh, yes… can’t wait…

“Of course, that’s what you want, right?”

“Yuh-huh. Will I get the Mega Bloks Power Ranger DinoThunder BrachioZord?” Yes, that’s really what the toy he wants is called.

“We’ll have to wait and see, but I bet someone will find it.” You can bet the farm, since I already have it hidden away.

“I think I need a snack.” Music to my ears, since the kid eats like a bird to begin with… and then add sick into the mix…

“What would you like? Teddy Grahams? Goldfish Crackers? Vanilla Wafers?”

“Goldfish.” How hard can it be to get this damn plastic toy together???

“Okay, just let Mommy finish…”

“Kay. What can I watch while I eat my snack?” This is actually more of a “why don’t you suggest 99% of the movies that we own and I’ll see if anything sounds good” kinda question.

“How about one of your Bob the Builder movies?”

“Nope.”

“Maybe a Dora the Explorer?”

“Nuh-uh.”

“Blue’s Clues?”

“No.”

“I know, Cinderella?” That’s a safe bet, since it’s a new one.

“Yeah, that sounds good.” Yes, I’m still trying to get the perfect balance of Yoda/lightsaber/swamp stomper worked out.

“I want 10 Goldfish.”

“Okay.”

“How come ‘It’s a Small World’ wasn’t working at Disney World?” Isn’t it amazing how a child’s mind leaps from topic to topic. This is a question that has come up at least a million times since our trip to Disney World in JANUARY… over 9 months ago.

“I don’t know sweetie.”

“Maybe next time.” Think he’s heard that response a time or two?

“Maybe.”

“I think I want to have a parade with my Disney World toys.” No, NO… not now! I’ve almost got Yoda together! Dammit!!!

“That sounds like fun, but let’s have that snack first, okay?”

“Kay.”

“Here’s Yoda in his Swamp Stomper.”

“Cool. Thanks Mom.”

“I’ll have your snack ready in a minute.”

When did I have the epiphany? That my life isn’t normal anymore? Right about then. Sounds like a perfectly acceptable conversation between a mother and her almost-4-year-old son, doesn’t it? Except for the fact the entire exchange occurred while I was sitting on the toilet, yeah, I guess it does.

This is my life. Gotta love it.

 

[wwessing]

Yay! Wendy got pictures! We LOVE pictures!

All this talk of racing made me go read my racing Trip Report again. I'm getting hyped for Daytona!

Barb - I hope Bubba has a wonderful, fabulous, FUN birthday party. NO FEVER! NO FEVER!

I know I am not keeping up, but I've read everything. Tracie, the Transformers are EVIL! Who designed those things? You look at the instructions for turning it into a truck and there are 37 steps!

That reminds me of a story I sent out to my friends a few years ago. Sit back and enjoy if you want...


I had one of those ridiculous moments this afternoon. You know, the realization that this just can’t be normal. A parental epiphany, if you will. Let me explain…

Joshua is resting right now. He is a sick little fella. He had a cold last week that just hung on and on, so we finally went to the doctor this morning… who calmly informed me that Joshua has pneumonia in his left lung. Excuse me??? Don’t throw a scary word like “pneumonia” at me and act like it’s no big deal. “Oh, he just needs to take some Amoxicillin… tastes like bubblegum… he’ll love it (yeah, right)… and get some rest (double yeah, right). He’ll be fine.”

Off we go to the pharmacy where they fill the prescription. The medicine costs about $8, but we spent an additional $10 on miscellaneous crap that Joshua thinks might “make him feel better” (the list includes construction paper, stickers, and a matchbox playset… yeah, he knows how to work his momma…). Upon arriving at home, I shake the medicine, slurp it into one of those medicine droppers (man, does a teaspoon seem like a lot when you are looking at medicine in a dropper), and inform Joshua that it is time to take it. “No, no, NO, Mommy! I don’t want to take it! It’s yucky!!” Well, yeah, it is. “I know you don’t want to, but you have to.” One of the most painful sentences that I utter as a parent. “NO! NO! NO!” This is now being yelled from behind the hand that he has glued to his mouth. I have to pry away both hands… grow a magical third hand, so I can squirt the medicine in his mouth… all the while informing him that if he spits it back out, we’ll just have to do it all over again. He gags (dear lord don’t let him barf it back up), but most of it goes down… followed by lots of dramatic spitting noises and “I didn’t want to take the medicine!” It’s over now, baby, let it go.

We get to do this twice a day, every day, for the next 10 days.

Now, time has passed and I am trying to think of “quiet games” for Joshua to play so that he doesn’t over exert himself. He’s been into Star Wars for awhile, but it’s been a few weeks since he really played with all those action figures… so I dug out the box of his Star Wars stuff and he was perfectly happy saving the galaxy (or whatever goes through his head while he plays with them). Good.

Daniel is snoozing away in his swing, so I start trying to get some of my stuff done.

“MOM! I can’t get Yoda to stay in his Swamp Stomper!!” (Oh god… not the swamp stomper…)

“Okay, bring it here and I’ll do it.” You have to get Yoda lined up just right to get him to stay in his swamp stomper… and, of course, he has to have his lightsaber as well…

“How long until my birthday?”

“Only 5 more weeks to go, big boy.”

“We’re going to have a Power Ranger party, right?” Oh, yes… can’t wait…

“Of course, that’s what you want, right?”

“Yuh-huh. Will I get the Mega Bloks Power Ranger DinoThunder BrachioZord?” Yes, that’s really what the toy he wants is called.

“We’ll have to wait and see, but I bet someone will find it.” You can bet the farm, since I already have it hidden away.

“I think I need a snack.” Music to my ears, since the kid eats like a bird to begin with… and then add sick into the mix…

“What would you like? Teddy Grahams? Goldfish Crackers? Vanilla Wafers?”

“Goldfish.” How hard can it be to get this damn plastic toy together???

“Okay, just let Mommy finish…”

“Kay. What can I watch while I eat my snack?” This is actually more of a “why don’t you suggest 99% of the movies that we own and I’ll see if anything sounds good” kinda question.

“How about one of your Bob the Builder movies?”

“Nope.”

“Maybe a Dora the Explorer?”

“Nuh-uh.”

“Blue’s Clues?”

“No.”

“I know, Cinderella?” That’s a safe bet, since it’s a new one.

“Yeah, that sounds good.” Yes, I’m still trying to get the perfect balance of Yoda/lightsaber/swamp stomper worked out.

“I want 10 Goldfish.”

“Okay.”

“How come ‘It’s a Small World’ wasn’t working at Disney World?” Isn’t it amazing how a child’s mind leaps from topic to topic. This is a question that has come up at least a million times since our trip to Disney World in JANUARY… over 9 months ago.

“I don’t know sweetie.”

“Maybe next time.” Think he’s heard that response a time or two?

“Maybe.”

“I think I want to have a parade with my Disney World toys.” No, NO… not now! I’ve almost got Yoda together! Dammit!!!

“That sounds like fun, but let’s have that snack first, okay?”

“Kay.”

“Here’s Yoda in his Swamp Stomper.”

“Cool. Thanks Mom.”

“I’ll have your snack ready in a minute.”

When did I have the epiphany? That my life isn’t normal anymore? Right about then. Sounds like a perfectly acceptable conversation between a mother and her almost-4-year-old son, doesn’t it? Except for the fact the entire exchange occurred while I was sitting on the toilet, yeah, I guess it does.

This is my life. Gotta love it.

 

[AlexandNessa]

Hmmmmm, who's Dale Earnhardt?

 

[AlexandNessa]

Jennifer, what are the chances that your hubby's car was hit by lightening?! Wow, glad he was safe and OK!

Tricia, you're not alone. Mike and I have some of our best conversations while he's busily working on a crossword puzzle!

Mac, did your mom really name you Thomas?!

 

[RVGal]

Hmmmmm, who's Dale Earnhardt?

It involves racing. Do you really want to know?

 

[wwessing]

Hmmmmm, who's Dale Earnhardt?

He was the greatest race car driver that ever lived. . . R.I.P.

 

[roseprincess]

Good morning all!
Quick fly by....
Sorry I haven't been here, It's been too busy here lately. DH went out for a few minutes this morning to do an errand. Chrissy is really driving me crazy right now, trying to tear up the house.
It is below 0 here today.
We did get to church last night, so have all your backs
I am so glad we were able to get to church last night, as we missed 2 weeks of church- I reall needed to be there last night, had great worship music at church last night I really needed it
And yes, I got lucky last night with DH
I've been so emotional lately, so snuggling and stuff is what I definitley needed

Jodie and Marcie- thanks for responding back. Our school dist. doesn't have any financial issues with the music/ band dept. We have alot of wealthy families in the neighborhood here.Our 5th/6th grade band/ orchestra don't do fundraisers at all. THey do the fundraisers starting 7th grade. ALot of the higher financial bracket families(higher than us anyways) are in band/ music, etc.We have a huge school dist(about 27 schools in our school dist). So money wouldn't be a problem in our school dist.
Anyways, my honest opinion is I think the band teacher is borderline flirting somehow.
He was acting very strange/ goofy last Tues.- different than his usual self.
I guess maybe he was thrilled for Matthew and me, with the Variety show and stuff.

Oh well, I'm done talking about all that, with my personal issue.
Thanks for listening and helping me out, homies!

 

[yankeepenny]

Jennifer, glad your DH is okay

 

[roseprincess]

I'm so sorry I haven't been focusing too much on all you homies here lately. Please forgive me I have been reading up tho.

I'll try to catch-up here.

Janet- I LOVE your bling! Purple color is very pretty! Your DH did well!

Tricia- glad all went well with Joshua's Ped Neuro appt
I feel bad Joshua can't ride rollercoasters for now
That kinda stinks, but you gotta do what you gotta do.
As of financial stress/ medical bills, I have SO been there, done that, when Chrissy was in the hosp. her first 4 months of life, over 10 yrs ago. We had tons of out of pocket medical bills with her
We have alot of credit card debt b/c of all the medical bills thru the yrs. We had refinanced our mortgage a couple of times and debt consolidated with our mortgage payment refinancing. That did help doing that(debt consolidation w/ the refinancing). But we still have alot of CC debt, from car repairs, etc. Especially when DH was laid- off and was working as a temp. That didn't help with finances at all.
Hope things work out well financially for you and Brad, with the medical bills and insurance coverage

Jennifer- just read about your DH- so glad your DH is doing ok. That had to be scary!

Mac- glad your DH got home safe from the east coast a couple of days back!

Enjoyed everyone's pics!

Can't remember who else I was going to catch- up with, but wanted to say Hi to all!

 

[yankeepenny]

this article isn the Times yesterday was called describe your life in 6 words or less.okay, here goes.


neurotic, monkish, New York Sports Fan.

NEXT????????????

 

[yankeepenny]

Hmmmmm, who's Dale Earnhardt?

are you joking or do you not really know?