My brain is crowded with the following . . .
There are only two human people living in this house. How in the world can I have so many loads of laundry?
Does lasagna reproduce if you put it in the fridge overnight? I swear there wasn’t that much left last night . . . but there it is taking over the kitchen.
Hubby and Princess settled their differences. She’s moving back to Ohio in mid-June. Happy to have the grandkids closer. Unhappy that the drama will now be on my doorstep instead of a long distance phone call away.
MIL is playing the "poor sickly old lady" card with anybody that will pay attention to it. Hubby and I are immune to it so we look like the bad guys to unsuspecting bystanders.
Hubby has a part-time job delivering newspapers. I help on the weekends. It’s not as stressful as my day job but way more physical. I have hurt muscles that I didn’t even know existed.
I’ve spent most of the evening trying to figure out how to add songs to Hubby’s MP3 player. I’ve not been successful. It’s not been pretty.
I found this picture on my hard drive the other day. I’m pretty sure it was taken the first couple of weeks that Rocky came to live with us. It’s going to be the wallpaper for my computer at work.
BTW, he snores. Really loud. Just like Luci. No sweeter sound than stereo dog snoring.
Yep, it’s that time of year . . . . we had our first pool party this afternoon. The weather was sunny and beautifully warm. Somewhere in the mid 80’s. Trust me, that’s not normal for Ohio in late April. I turned the AC on yesterday. It’ll probably be cold and rainy next week, but today was beautiful!
Today was the day we decided to introduce Rocky to the joy that is a swimming pool. Luci was thrilled when we got the pool out today. She was so excited, she couldn’t stay still long enough for me to turn on the hose. Rocky had no idea what was going on and since it involved a hose (I’ve had to spray the mud off him a couple of times lately) he didn’t want any part of it. No matter what I tried – or how curious he got when he thought I wasn’t looking – he would not get in the pool. He would stand at the side of the pool and watch Luci, but he never got in it himself. After she splashed in the pool for a while, she’d run around the yard and find a pile of dirt to roll in.
Luci was having a wonderful time.
Rocky was not impressed.
Next time I’ll get out the sprinkler and see if he likes that better. . .
No matter how stressful or how busy my day is, there’s always something that can put a smile on my face.
This is one of those somethings
This is the other something
This is as close as I can get right now to a picture of the two of them together. If you look closely, you can see the dirt on Luci’s nose. What you can’t see is the dirt on the back of Rocky’s legs and on his neck. I’ll be really happy when the grass grows in the bare spots in the yard.
To see the two of them sitting at the front door waiting for me to come home from work at night. To see their smiling faces when the alarm goes off in the morning . . . okay, I only see Luci’s face first thing in the morning. Rocky takes a while to wake up. He’s not a morning dog at all. That makes all the drama and craziness tolerable . . .
And the puppy kisses. We can’t forget the puppy kisses . . .
Hi, my name is Pam and I’m a reality show addict.
You name it, I’ll watch it. Operation Repo. Bridezillas. Dancing with the Stars. American Idol. This Old House. Ice Road Truckers. Pinks. Jon and Kate Plus 8. Animal Cops. Cops.
But I’ve recently discovered a new guilty pleasure.
Everyone, meet the Hayes family. Mom, Dad and 10 kids. Two sets of twins and a set of sextuplets.
It’s amazing what this family can accomplish in one day. And yet I have a hard time controlling two dogs.
I hate drama. I’d rather watch a week’s worth of Y&R episodes than have to deal with some of the stuff going on in my life right now. Nothing overly serious, just annoying.
So in true denial fashion, I’m not going to mention any of it. Dealing with all of it has made me appreciate the aspects of my life that aren’t a soap opera.
My baby brother is turning 40 next week. That sentence alone makes me feel really old. He’s six years younger than me. He’s always been the baby of the family. Youngest of 6 children + only son = spoiled rotten kid. Pretty cool now, but a major pain when I was living at home. He understand my sick and twisted sense of humor and my love of physical comedy. He scours You*Tube and Break*Com to find videos of people falling down or crashing into things and sends them to me. We watch America’s Funniest Video reruns at Mom & Dad’s house and laugh until we almost wet our pants. He’s a self-taught computer geek and changes cell phones like some people change shoes. Oh, and he got the beautiful blonde wavy hair I’ve always wanted.
The weather is warmer here in Ohio. Still pretty chilly at night and in the early morning, but overall much better. Everything is blooming. I was out doing some errands this afternoon and the entire town is blooming. It’s just beautiful. The apple tree in the back yard should be in full bloom in a week or so. I have a ton of wild violets in the yard. The grass is starting to fill in the mud holes in the back yard. Hopefully that will mean that Luci and Rocky won’t be covered in mud all the time.
Luci and Rocky. I don’t think we could have found a better match for Luci if we had tried. They are inseparable. They’re wrestling in the living room right now. That’ll last about 10 minutes and then Rocky will lay down for a nap and Luci will snuggle right up beside him. Or they’ll both give me sad eyes and I’ll sit on the floor and have the two of them snuggle on my lap. You haven’t lived until you’ve had 140 lbs of dog sleeping in your lap. (Luci is 100 lbs., Rocky is 40.)
Yes, all of that is much better than the drama . . .
Yes, I have the new Carrie Underwood song playing in my head . . . but as the old Randy Travis version. I can’t decide which version I like better. But that’s not what this post is about. It’s about stuff I knew was going to happen . . . even though I was assured that it wouldn’t.
Thing #1 – Rocky is supposed to be Hubby’s puppy. He wanted a puppy when Blacky passed away. He promised he would take care of the potty training, getting up for the 3 am potty breaks, obedience training. I knew it was too good to be true. I told myself, "Self, he’s full of @^*&. You’re going to be taking care of that puppy within a month." I was right. I’m doing the puppy training. I was the one getting up in the middle of the night until he got potty trained. I take him for walks. I’m getting him socialized and civilized. Because of all that, Rocky follows me closer than Luci does. Right now, he’s asleep on my feet under the computer desk. Not an easy task for a 40 lb. puppy. At first I was annoyed that Hubby tricked me but Rocky’s such an well behaved dog that I don’t really mind. He’s actually helping me train Luci to be better behaved.
Thing #2 – All the test results are in for MIL. The cardiologist and the electrophysiologist agree that there isn’t really much more they can do for MIL’s heart condition. We’ve exhausted all the treatment options. It is what it is. She’s not happy. Hubby and I are sad but not really surprised. It’s going to make life a little more challenging for us, but we’ll be okay.
Thing #3 – Princess came home for the Easter holiday and drama ensued. She never went over to see MIL and MIL is spitting mad. She spent one afternoon with Hubby (she was here 4 days). I only happened to see her because I stopped by Jr’s house Saturday afternoon and she was there. Otherwise, I would have gone the whole visit without seeing her or the grandkids. Supposedly Hubby said some things that hurt her feelings. Instead of dealing with it like an adult and telling Hubby that he upset her, she decided to pout like a 5 year old and stay away. I gave her a nice Mom lecture about acting like a spoiled brat and dealing with Hubby on an adult level instead of expecting somebody else (me) to handle her problems for her or staying away for a year and then acting like nothing ever happened. After I left on Saturday, Jr told her to patch things up before she left town. As usual, she didn’t listen to anyone’s advice and she left town without saying goodbye to Hubby. But supposedly she’s moving back to town for good in a couple of months. Forgive me if I’m not jumping for joy at that piece of news.
But other than that, life here at the Big Dog House is great. At least I got our taxes done and we’re actually getting money back this year.
I first heard the news last Wednesday. I thought it was a very sick April Fool’s joke. I found out it wasn’t a joke. In case you haven’t heard, the longest running soap opera has been cancelled. After 72 years on the air – either on radio or on TV – The Guiding Light has been cancelled.
This is very devastating to my family. My Mom listened to The Guiding Light on the radio with my Great-Grandmother. My sisters and I all grew up watching the CBS soaps. During my high school years, school let out at 2:30 and we hurried home as fast as we could so that we didn’t miss a minute. When I was in college, you were either in the group that watched The Guiding Light or General Hospital. Luckily there were two TV’s in the student union and we didn’t have fights over the TV. My oldest niece, Dollface, watched it with Mom every day after she got home from school. It’s been quality bonding time for the females in my family for a long, long time. And now it’s going away.
I remember Roger Thorpe – and how ever many times he would die and come back to life. I remember Bert Bauer and the Bauer family 4th of July picnic. Kelly and Morgan. Nola. Floyd. Katie. Hope. Mike. Holly. Ed. Maureen. Rita. Phillip and Beth. Rick and Mindi. Lujack. Reva and Josh. Alan. Alan-Michael. Ross. I spent so many hours wrapped up in their stories that they’re like a part of my family.
I’m going to sign whatever petitions I can find. I’m going to write as many letters and emails as I need to so that the Guiding Light can find another home. I’m seriously considering taking September 18 (the day of the last episode) as a vacation day.
It’s going to be a very sad day for me.