My sister informed me that I need to update my blog cuz my last blog was not funny. She specifically said I need to talk about the dogs. Cuz apparently my life without dog commentary is dull and boring. wonderful.
My parents are out of town AGAIN.
Izzy got all sorts of sick the day before they left. I told my mom that if I ended up having to put her down by myself, I was going to be all sorts of upset. (I had to put my dog, Muffy, down by myself, it was traumatic). But I also figured that is exactly something Izzy would do, go and try to die while my parents were gone.
No fear, two weeks later, Izzy is still alive and well. She has been on comfort care now for quite some time.
She thinks she is starving 24/7. She only does four things. Sleep, poop, eat and whine that she needs more food. After she deems a sufficient amount of time whining for more food that I ignore by turning the TV up louder, she switches to whining to go outside so that she can eat her own poop. It is so disgusting. It is a vicious cycle. Sleep, poop, eat, whine, eat own poop, sleep, poop, eat, whine, eat own poop.
When my mom is gone, Izzy sleeps in my bed. And please do not suggest she sleep on the floor. If she is left on her own on the floor, she will just spend the night peeing all over my room.
She also snores. Really loudly. Wake you up in the middle of the night snoring. Though all you have to do is flip her to her other side and she stops. She is kinda like a man that way...
Izzy has gotten especially grumpy with Shelby as of late. Shelby's very presence in a room causes Izzy to start growling. Poor Shelby, she feels so unloved.
Oh, I forgot one other thing Izzy does. She eats the garbage. We have to keep the kitchen garbage on the counter. Seriously. Our kitchen garbage can sits on our kitchen counter. Cuz of Izzy.
Tonight, she and I had it out. She just tried to attack me IN MY OWN BED!!!!! She feels as if her spot is the exact middle of my queen sized bed. Usually when I tell her to move, she does. But tonight, she tried to bite me. When I yelled at her, she bared her teeth and growled! When I went to grab her muzzle and get mad at her, she viciously tried to attack my hand!!! After a brief show down, I won. But now I can't sleep cuz I am afraid she is going to eat my face while I am sleeping!
My parents need to come back before this gets bloody.
Monday, April 4, 2011
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Twitterpated
"Nearly everybody gets twitterpated in the springtime. For example: You're walking along, minding your own business. You're looking neither to the left, nor to the right, when all of a sudden you run smack into a pretty face. Woo-woo! You begin to get weak in the knees. Your head's in a whirl. And then you feel light as a feather, and before you know it, you're walking on air. And then you know what? You're knocked for a loop, and you completely lose your head!" -Bambi
I was talking to my friend yesterday about being in love. Now, neither of us have ever been married, so we are both speaking from no experience. But I believe in being twitterpated. My friend was not so sure.
I hope that if I ever get the chance to be in love that I will be twitterpated. Butterflies in the tummy, thinking about him when he is not around, wanting to be together, the whole package. And I hope that he will be too. I know that this will not last forever, but I hope that it can be a part of my relationship.
I do not pretend to believe that marriage is easy. That love is easy. I believe it is hard. That it is hard work, probably some of the hardest parts of life. But I do believe that it is worth it. And really, that is all that matters.
I was talking to my friend yesterday about being in love. Now, neither of us have ever been married, so we are both speaking from no experience. But I believe in being twitterpated. My friend was not so sure.
I hope that if I ever get the chance to be in love that I will be twitterpated. Butterflies in the tummy, thinking about him when he is not around, wanting to be together, the whole package. And I hope that he will be too. I know that this will not last forever, but I hope that it can be a part of my relationship.
I do not pretend to believe that marriage is easy. That love is easy. I believe it is hard. That it is hard work, probably some of the hardest parts of life. But I do believe that it is worth it. And really, that is all that matters.
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
my life update
My ankle feels much better, thank you.
My mother left town again very last minute to go to Utah to help take care of my sister who just had ACL surgery.
Which leaves me again in charge of 2 dogs, a bunny and a hormonal 15-year-old, but this time, add to the mix a grumpy 54-year-old man who pesters me simply cuz he is bored and has nothing else to do but pester me.
So Izzy is back in my bed again.
I have to wake up every morning at 5am to make sure my sister gets up for early morning seminary. Please hold your 'my children wake up every day at 4am' comments. I am not married, I have no children and if I want to sleep in till noon, I will.
Izzy has a nightly pee break at 2am. Which works nicely with my nightly pee break at 2am except I do not have to go outside to piddle.
Also, Izzy has taken to sleeping with her head on my laptop which is in my bed at night. Weird. But to close to my head for comfort. Specifically cuz her stench wakes me up at night when she creeps to the top of my bed. She is sooo stinky. She is going to the groomer tomorrow. Thank goodness.
My mother comes home on Tuesday.
My mother left town again very last minute to go to Utah to help take care of my sister who just had ACL surgery.
Which leaves me again in charge of 2 dogs, a bunny and a hormonal 15-year-old, but this time, add to the mix a grumpy 54-year-old man who pesters me simply cuz he is bored and has nothing else to do but pester me.
So Izzy is back in my bed again.
I have to wake up every morning at 5am to make sure my sister gets up for early morning seminary. Please hold your 'my children wake up every day at 4am' comments. I am not married, I have no children and if I want to sleep in till noon, I will.
Izzy has a nightly pee break at 2am. Which works nicely with my nightly pee break at 2am except I do not have to go outside to piddle.
Also, Izzy has taken to sleeping with her head on my laptop which is in my bed at night. Weird. But to close to my head for comfort. Specifically cuz her stench wakes me up at night when she creeps to the top of my bed. She is sooo stinky. She is going to the groomer tomorrow. Thank goodness.
My mother comes home on Tuesday.
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Dumb dogs
My parents went out of town last week. Which in all theory should be a wonderful time as I live in my parents basement ( I know, I am super cool) and when my parents are out of town, the whole house is mine and there are no parents around to pester me. The problem being is that my family has two dogs that love my mother more than anything. She loves them more than anything also, which includes her children...dogs or kids...dogs win hands down with my mother. So my mom goes out of town and the dogs go into major depressive mode. They wallow. They whimper. Izzy tries to get sick and die. They have to be petted 24/7. Izzy poops/piddles in the house. Izzy dumps the bathroom garbage out and eats and scatters throughout the house used female unmentionables. Shelby refuses to eat. Izzy starts limping as if her leg is broken. ALL BECAUSE MY MOTHER IS GONE!!!
Now if I did not live in Hell, it would not be -23 without windchill. And if it was not -23 without windchill, I would just toss both dogs outside to bother anything and everything but me. But since it was -23 without windchill for 99% of the week my parents were out of town, the dogs could barely go outside to do their business, which left me having to deal with them inside, the entire blasted time.
Now before you go feeling bad for my poor little puppies who miss their mom, let me tell you what a great doggie babysitter I am. I took the dogs for a walk every day that is was only -10 and above. I took them for car rides. I scheduled 2 doggie play dates for Shelby. I played with Izzy. I bought them special doggie treats. I purchased a back scratcher for Shelby which she loves greatly. I pet them, I love them, I feed them AND I give them treats. And what do they do to repay me? Well, Shelby ran away. (we found her). Izzy repeatedly wrapped herself around the column outside requiring me to go outside EACH AND EVERY TIME and unwrap her to get her back inside. (Definition of an idiot: Doing something over and over again and expecting a different result) Though one could argue that the dog got exactly what she wanted, while it was me who kept having to go outside in the -23 degree weather and unwrap the stupid dog to let her back in. I reached my limit though on Monday morning at 5am. The parents had been gone a week and both dogs had been very unappreciative of my attempts to keep them happy. So Monday morning, 5am, approximately -20 degrees outside and of course, dumb dog Izzy had wrapped her leash around the pole outside. So I go trotting outside, in my not so warm pj's to untangle the dumb dog when I take a step down the stair and my ankle folds (yes, the same ankle that I hurt a year ago), my ankle folds and I end up in a snow bank. I just sat there, to tired to be mad at the stupid creature who was to dumb to not tangle herself up around the pole. I climbed out of the snow bank, my pj's covered in snow, my hands frozen from being in the snow, and my ankle on fire. Of course the dog was all sorts of happy. And now, two days later, my ankle still hurts. Dumb dogs.
Now if I did not live in Hell, it would not be -23 without windchill. And if it was not -23 without windchill, I would just toss both dogs outside to bother anything and everything but me. But since it was -23 without windchill for 99% of the week my parents were out of town, the dogs could barely go outside to do their business, which left me having to deal with them inside, the entire blasted time.
Now before you go feeling bad for my poor little puppies who miss their mom, let me tell you what a great doggie babysitter I am. I took the dogs for a walk every day that is was only -10 and above. I took them for car rides. I scheduled 2 doggie play dates for Shelby. I played with Izzy. I bought them special doggie treats. I purchased a back scratcher for Shelby which she loves greatly. I pet them, I love them, I feed them AND I give them treats. And what do they do to repay me? Well, Shelby ran away. (we found her). Izzy repeatedly wrapped herself around the column outside requiring me to go outside EACH AND EVERY TIME and unwrap her to get her back inside. (Definition of an idiot: Doing something over and over again and expecting a different result) Though one could argue that the dog got exactly what she wanted, while it was me who kept having to go outside in the -23 degree weather and unwrap the stupid dog to let her back in. I reached my limit though on Monday morning at 5am. The parents had been gone a week and both dogs had been very unappreciative of my attempts to keep them happy. So Monday morning, 5am, approximately -20 degrees outside and of course, dumb dog Izzy had wrapped her leash around the pole outside. So I go trotting outside, in my not so warm pj's to untangle the dumb dog when I take a step down the stair and my ankle folds (yes, the same ankle that I hurt a year ago), my ankle folds and I end up in a snow bank. I just sat there, to tired to be mad at the stupid creature who was to dumb to not tangle herself up around the pole. I climbed out of the snow bank, my pj's covered in snow, my hands frozen from being in the snow, and my ankle on fire. Of course the dog was all sorts of happy. And now, two days later, my ankle still hurts. Dumb dogs.
Saturday, January 1, 2011
1-1-11
Well, as today is the very first day of the very new year, I thought I would blog. Maybe blogging more could be part of a new years resolution?? HAHA!! Probably not. I have not blogged in over four months. Though, very little has happened in those months. School overtook everything I did or did not do. But the good news is...I graduated! Truth be told, it was a little anti-climatic because yes, I graduated, but I am not technically a nurse until I pass my boards. I take them on Jan 12. There is my public announcement so if I don't pass I will be all sorts of embarrassed. But I am hoping to study lots (which is what I am supposed to be doing right now) and I just want to get them over with so that I can finally say that I am an RN!
In the meantime, I continue to procrastinate applying for jobs. No snide comments please. It is on my list of things to do. Which is what I say regarding everything that I should be and am not doing. But it appeases people and they leave me alone. It is on my list of things to do.
In the meantime, I continue to procrastinate applying for jobs. No snide comments please. It is on my list of things to do. Which is what I say regarding everything that I should be and am not doing. But it appeases people and they leave me alone. It is on my list of things to do.
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