Three days into Thanksgiving break
I reached the end of the internet...
decided you guys probably did the same
so maybe I should write again.
Blogging will give me something to do
(other than pinterest fail crafts
with the kids
and making fattening food
for the hunk of a hubby)
and you will have something to read.
Win. Win.
So it has been a while.
Last post was August 10, 2014....
really nothing much has changed.
The
Psycho
(oops I mean cycle)
continues.
Although we did graduate a kid!!
woo hoo VICTORY
I decided to paint again,
and stay home again,
and paint some more.
We got a dog.
My new BFF.
Oscar.
I love him because he is loyal.
He stays up late with me
and follows me to the bathroom.
He puts his foot under mine
when I am cooking...
then yipes as if he is being abused.
We got him thanks to the
Future Farmers of America Club.
They put on a "petting zoo" event
for the elementary school.
Which is actually a code for
"bring all your adorable puppies
to relocate to families
with vulnerable parents
that are unprepared for the
barrage of heart tugging
picture texts of youngest
children holding previously
mentioned dogs."
Sort of like when they have
cute puppies for sale at the edge
of the Walmart parking lot.
Only imagine your car stalled as you
were driving by,
and the people just put the puppy
in your window and ran away.
Confused?
We were too.
But when it was all said
and done,
we were
proud/dazed pet owners.
He is great really though.
Except for a few things
like dog flatulence,
but really.
He is great.
Oscar's presence has created
a new mantra for my life.
"Kids and Dogs"
It fits any situation for me.
Pretty much covers all things.
ie.
The vacuum has been recently utilized
but suddenly there appears:
8 Barbies
7896 legos
2 candy wrappers
a pair of underwear
and the remains of a soccer ball
on the dining room floor.
I say with a martyred sigh...
"kids and dogs
kids
and
dogs"
There needs to be a delivery
to choir practice,
someone needs a pair of socks,
the kitchen is on fire,
and the dog needs out to poop...
"kids and dogs
kids
and
dogs"
See how that works.
Now its midnight.
I have typed out a little update
and when the morning comes
there will be a sweet
six o'clock
pitter patter of my babies
and
a sloppy kiss from the mutt
and I will (joyfully)
awake and (with a smile) murmur
"...kids
and
dogs...
..kids
and
dogs..."
