mmmmmm..... dog......

We got our dog a dog. Stupid huh?
I think our dog was even saying he didn't want it. Either way, my husband (yeah you know the type... I want it, I want it, but I'll not walk it or clean up after it), decides Fletcher needs a pal. It is true that we are not the jogger, biker, get out there and exercise type, but then again, neither is Fletcher. Guy likes nothing better than to sit with his face pressed up against the AC vent. He looks like he has asthema, when in fact all he has is "fat-ass" I think it's contagious, because with the exception of Ben, everyone in our family has it.
Anyhoo... we go to the pound and ask for a medium size dog. Well... Jenks is not what I would consider medium. He's 10 months old and 50 lbs. Can I tell you he's as skinny as sh*t! Vet expects him to put on another 20lbs. 70lb dog does not = medium. When we got him home he was coughing. We thought Kennel Cough, which will right itself, but after 2 nights of hacking we take him to the vet. While we're there Brent and I are congradulating ourselves on this well behaved dog we got. (1/2 price by the way... the shelter was having a sale)375.00 dollars later, 2 antibiotics and a cough medicine.... wtf! Well.... we did not get ourselves a calm pet. The thing was sick. 36 hours into antibiotics and he went nuts!!!!
He's getting better. We've had him snap at Fletcher over a bone (I threw it in the trash), peed on our floor.... Drug his ass out every hour on the hour to teach him the right place to do it...What was I thinking?
Everday, I brace myself to walk in the door, knowing the two nuts waiting behind the door are going to come at me fast. mmmmmm you know you're home when you can smell dog!

Hurricanes.... phhttttt!

Live with a whirling dervish and you wonder what all the fuss is about? I have to say, I live in the Phila region, and the newscasters are constantly trying to get ratings with the weather. Last weekend ( I couldn't make this sh*t up) John Beloris, the ultimate ass is saying he's never seen anything like this on his radar, in all his years, blah blah blah. It consisted of a 2 hour thunderstorm. Nothing exciting, nothing momentous, just a thunderstorm.
Now this week... Irene. Which happens to be my mothers name, and yes... she can be quite..... welll, I'll leave that for another day.
Anyhoo... my husband and I are pretty much poo pooing it. You know this will be when we're swept away, or all of our 6 trees come tumbling down. We thought about going to the supermarket, but if we lose power, why would we want to have stocked up on food? boring! at least that's the hope.
Yesterday was my birthday. Don't you wish at least once a week you could go back to when you were 6 and just do it all over. That makes me sound unhappy, which I'm not. But... there are the few things I would change.
I turned 44. Where the hell did the time go. When I think about being a teenage (which I'd like to think I still act like) we're talking 26 years ago I was 18. DAMN!!!! Yesterday at work, I slipped on a step. I didn't fall, but I scraped my ankle on the step, and bruised my arm where I caught myself. To top that off, I kid you not, but I was a little stiff. FROM SLIPPING ON A STEP. If my birthday didn't make me feel old, that sure did!!!

School starts in one week. I think we're all ready to get back into the swing of things. I know I've voiced my dissatisfaction with Ben's day care. I guess when you're son is in a class of 5 with 4 aides and a teacher, there's little out there that compares. Here's to this being Ben's break out year. I think he's going to have one. maybe not this year, but I do know they'll come the time when he's verbal. He's physically able to say and do everything, and when he's engaged, or he wants something, the words and ideas flow free. He's impressive. I just know they'll come the day when he sees the reward for communication. To say the words, Ben! please be quiet! Oh, how I long for that! And I say that figuring one day, I'll say be careful for what you wish for!

Well, to all those on the East Coast.... Hold on tight.... We may be in for a wild ride..... And if so, can I stay at your house, because I didn't prepare in the slightest...lol