I know, I know. I was all LOOKA MY NEW SMUSHY PUPPY and then I disappeared. Almost like I had a life, or something. Except no, I totally don't, I just have this here newish dog who is a complete mess. Needless to say, this both confirmed my belief that he's totally part of our family AND has kind of been keeping me busy. Anyway, we had to go see the vet. "I am the saddest sad who ever sadded. WHYYYY MEEEEE??" The good news is that the vet was all "I have an open appointment right after you pick up your kid! Come on in!" The bad news is that THEN two dogs who ate rat poison came in, so we had...
... never did run smooth, right? Our first night with Duncan was a little rough. Today is better, and tomorrow will be better still. We'll get there. In the meantime, it's possible that my latest at Alpha Mom will cure you of wanting a second dog, just in case you'd been thinking that was a good idea. On the other hand... ... Duncan just figured out how to use the doggie door out on the porch, and he was pretty proud of himself. So there's that.
So, uh, remember how I was all, "What we really need while everything is going wrong and ending up more expensive than we planned is another dog?" That was dumb, right? I mean, who DOES that? Even Licorice knew it was stupid, and she's cute, but not exactly a MENSA candidate or anything. "You want a what, now? NO." Dumbest idea I ever had. Yep. Except. Except. Look, sometimes I'm just MINDING MY OWN BUSINESS and an adoption listing ATTACKS. It happens, okay?? And we all know I'm a sucker for a sob story and a cute face. Also, an underbite. Meet Duncan. He's five, and he needs a new home, and...
I think we all know I've been a little out of sorts for a bit. ("O RILLY?" you say, because you are mostly nice and only a little wanting to poke fun at my uncharacteristic use of understatement.) Various... things... and medications... have left me feeling... well, let's say... unfulfilled. ["Hey Mom," said a child of mine, a few days ago, "I've been reading your blog and apparently you hate everyone and everything. How's that going?" Testament to my priorities: I just felt self-satisfied that this information was obtained from my blog when said child LIVES WITH ME. I must be doing a...
My toenails; more specifically, my inability to paint them properly. I believe in painted toenails. I don't know why, because I almost never paint my fingernails and rarely wear makeup. I'm not exactly a get-dolled-up-regularly type, is my point. And yet, to me, summer = painted toenails. And given that I am far too cheap/lazy to get professional pedicures---hey, I have polish and passable eye/hand coordination---I do my own feet here at home. I am never either drunk or blind before I set out to prettify my feet, AND YET! What the heck is my problem? I manage to BOTH slop polish all over my...
I neglected to mention that about a week ago, Licorice and I had our birthdays. (Hers is the day after mine, according to the rescue from which she came, and also karmic math equations wherein your birthday + a dog's birthday the very next day = The One True Dog.) It's hard for me to verbalize why my attitude towards my own birthday these days is pretty unenthusiastic. It likely has something to do with the speed of time passing, the unexpected loops life has thrown our way the last couple of years, and gravity. (Mostly that last one.) Regardless of the cause, my excitement for marking...
So the supplies were gathered up, the trailer packed, and this is the part where I would normally conclude "and we were off in a cloud of dust," except it has been so rainy that there is no dust. We were off in a cloud of mud? Mud doesn't really cloud. We were off in the splash of a puddle? That sort of works. We packed up and left, is the point. Because why sit around at home when you could sit around in a forest and be eaten by bugs? [Fun storm fact: Right before we left, the monotony of regular thunderstorm after regular thunderstorm was broken up by ye olde BIG ASS THUNDERSTORM FLASH...
I was having trouble coming up with a good way of expressing it that didn't sound trite, I guess. Ebb and flow! Sunrise, sunset! One step forward, two steps back! The course of true love and/or parenting never did run smooth! But, you know. There's only so many ways to say "hey, no biggie, but this week is kind of feeling like a slog and I am tired." Otto did a lot of traveling this month and I miss him when he's gone; whether she'll ever admit it or not, I think Chickadee does, too. So by this past weekend, we two ladies (using that term ever-so-loosely) (though not implying we are loose,...
Summer vacation, man. Things are crazy already, and it's only the second day. I think tomorrow I'll be able to direct you to a post about my summer philosophy (spoiler: Now with fewer Give A Craps!), but for today all I can tell you is that we ate all the strawberries we picked last week and we had to go pick some more. Also there are more teenagers lurking around here than I remember giving birth to, but I am a little afraid to do a headcount. Everyone seems happy, so it's okay. Also we have a lot of strawberries. ALSO my darling daughter has completely lost her mind discovered her...
