It’s Just Me

My son gaggin in the kitchen…. “what’s wrong?” “ummm Kirby just licked the blood off Diva’s butt.” Gag gag gaggg!

My daughter is tired of Kirby sitting at her door looking at Diva like he wants to … well you know. Kirby got some type of “substance” on my daughter’s pants which further pisses her off. Kirby follows Diva with his nose in her butt. Normally Kirby never goes in my daughter’s room and he never lets Diva anywhere near him.

Kirby sprawls out on the floor licking himself until a monster purple THING is stuck in the out position. Then tries to walk around, but his back is all hunched. My daughter and I always push him over- serves him right for being nasty. My son he says, “Don’t look at Kirby Momma cause he’s embarrassed. My husband… he usually says something about a purple nurple. ick.

My daughter putting Diva’s undies back on saying, “you know these are kind of like a chastity belt huh?” Yes, and I’m glad you know what a chastity belt is, dear.

The best one yet… We’re all going to bed last night when Kirby was stalking Diva and Diva was all flaunting herself to Kirby… my husband yells, “YOU go lay down and go to bed and YOU go get some underwear on.”

Kirby is fixed by the way….

Diva will be very soon….

Louie couldn’t care less.

Louie was fixed as a puppy so he never got a taste of dog muff, but Kirby on the other hand was a stray and I know that boy got his groove on. I wish we could let Diva have puppies once but my husband would crap a brick. Poor Lou doesn’t even lift his leg when he pee’s. He’s not a real man but it’s all good, I love my Momma’s boy.

Absolutely grossed out now? I know I am. Is this the second week or the first still? Ugh! You pick though… period for only three weeks a year or once a month for a week each? I’m picking the three weeks.
Still no fridge, this is sucking. Sometime next week and only an additional $150… probably. It is 92 today and I’m filling our pool. I mowed the yard day before and got a pretty good sunburn. I’ve got a crick in my neck that’s killing me and something is diggin in my yard and it is pissing me off.

Done

Sometimes when the kids aren’t home I jump on the trampoline alllll by myself. Well, not entirely all by myself… the dogs all get a turn too of course. My husband got the rare chance to see the “doggie wants to trampoline” dance I preform to get a dog to come into the trampoline with me.

When the dogs are inside the trampoline with me I’ll run in circles they’ll chase me. It’s fun. My son gets super mad because they won’t chase him but they love to chase me.

Kirby is a speedy little devil and if I’m not quick on my toes he’ll nip my ankle. He doesn’t mean to hurt or anything but you better be quick or he’ll get you. He also growls and barks a little which crack me up and he’ll chase you until you can’t run anymore.

Louie, he plays mind games. Makes me think he wants to come in, so I get down to get him up, but then once my feet touch the ground he runs away. But then he comes back, stands on his hind leg looking into the trampoline and cries! When you do get  him in there you kinda just have to play with him. He’ll chase you but you don’t really want him to. He more or less just wants to kick your butt and he barks really loud.

Diva, she’s extremely fun to bounce but I would never do that. Ok… maybe once or twice each time. She also likes to chase you and her little barks are really laughable. The best part though as she gets running her hind end  starts to lift up off the ground. Plus she’s tiny so you can still get a decent bounce.

Today though… Kirby wouldn’t come near me. Louie was playing his little game of yes I do want in… haha no I don’t. Then little Diva came run out and she got in with me and chased me. I think I pulled something but there is that whole rule I made about not showing Dad you might have gotten hurt on the trampoline. heh

My dr visit went really well. I liked him this time and I’ll try him again next year. He did a whole dang physical, took some blood and stuff. I’ve never once given my cholesterol a thought, but he’s going to make sure I find out if I should. Gave me all the stop smoking speeches and pamphlets and I blamed my husband since he won’t quit.

My husband took me out to breakfast after my appointment and we dropped off some more garage sale crap. I’ll be spending the next three days at my Mom’s house pretty much. Next year, forget this I am so NOT doing it.

Anyway… I’m off to run some errands with my husband

This morning I came across a cute site called Sugary Kisses. She asks the question, “What kind of pet do you own?” Well of course I had to respond by posting pictures of my lovely fur babies.

Kirby- he was a run away that adopted my son. We put up signs and no one claimed him. My husband put him out on the front yard hoping he’d go back home and all he did was dig his way into our backyard. He claimed us, so we bought him a collar, cut is hair and gave him a rainbow name tag.

Diva- rescued by my husband from a little abusive boy, she has adopted my daughter as hers. Again we put up signs but she was unclaimed so we bought her a dress and collar and gave him a rainbow name tag.

Louie- rescued from the humane society after weeks of looking for the right puppy. Louie has adopted me, which I am very thankful for. He is a little insecure and requires a lot of love and attention. Louie is the first BIG dog I’ve ever owned and he is by far my favorite. He also has a rainbow name tag.

We had a most wonderful three day weekend. It was harder than heck to let them all go back to their daily lives without me. I so love having my family near me. My daughter and I made up several different jewelry pieces that we just might try to sell. It is very fun and I enjoy doing it with her.

We had lunch with Grandpa on Saturday since Grandma is out of town. It is always nice to get some one on one time with Grandpa. Sunday was spent in pjs and the only time we left was to go through drive through with three dogs and my son. That was crazy.

Sunday some friends stopped over with their super cute little 3 week old baby. I of course stole that baby the minute they walked into my house. My daughter was not too far behind me. She got to feed him and we looked at his tiny little toes and tiny little fingers.

Yesterday my husband had to go back to work but the kids and I still had the day off. Today my husband is supposed to have his boss and his boss’s boss to stop by and after they visit he is jetting back home to me. I hope they come early.

Nothing much else to write about. I’m physically ok on my meds now, the mental part is still a struggle but not too bad. It helps greatly that my husband is so in love with me and being so attentive to me. I like when he touches my face and tells me how beautiful I am (even if I don’t believe it) and I love when he sends me texts saying “I love you baby.” because I know how he hates to text.

There is so much I should be doing around the house here today…. I should mow my yard, I should go to the store, I should shampoo my carpet, I should move my living room around, I should…. sometimes I really hate that word.

My husband “doesn’t allow” running in the house. If you even quick walk you might get told to quit running. Sometimes when he isn’t home we run through the house with the music on just to get the running out before he comes home. The kids love it and laugh their heads off, I love it because of the laughter. But I think the dogs love it most because we’re running with them and they get to chase us instead of each other. Somebody got a little over excited this time though and someone got hurt. Someone got a little nippy and I’ve got the mark to prove it.

All parties have been sworn to secrecy. We’d rather bleed than admit to Dad that running in the house is not safe. What’s a little blood, right?