Poison Water

Awhile back I wrote about my weird dog and his fear of drinking water.  I can put fresh water in his water bowl and he won't drink it.  He waits awhile (some say for it to settle).  My theory is that he thinks everyone is out to poison him.

We go for walks and people put out water bowls for dogs.  Pippen looks at them, gets close to sniff them, but then walks away.  He can be hot, tired, panting foaming at the mouth and he will not drink the water.

RT and I took him for a walk the other day.  It's been raining quite a bit here.  Some areas have puddles, even in the grass.  While walking, we passed a nice bowl of clean water.  Pippen sniffed the water and walked away.  He was already foaming at the mouth hot and panting.  I tried to get him to drink the water but he wouldn't get near it.  We continued our walk to the baseball fields.  We walked by some large puddles in the grass/mud and my weird dog Pippen decides this water is safe to drink and starts lapping it up.

Yes.  We stopped him.

And, yes.  When we got home, he refused to drink the cold, fresh, clean water that was provided for him.

Mother's Day

Isn't it odd that we give our Mother's one day out of the year to show our appreciation?  If you think about everything your Mom did/does for you.  I mean, she carried you around inside her body for nine months.  After you were born, she did everything for you (fed you, changed you).

We give teachers a whole week of appreciation (I'm not saying they don't deserve it.  Teachers give a lot and are deserving of all appreciation).  But, our Mom's are there from the beginning of our life...teaching, protecting, nourishing, caring and loving us everyday.  I think they deserve more than one day.

It's wonderful to give Mom her day to honor her and thank her for everything she has done for us.  Just remember to appreciate her the rest of the year.

Happy Mother's Day

It Wasn't Me

I've mentioned the most used word in our house (what?).

Now it's time to talk about the most used statement:  It wasn't me.


Who left the butter on the counter?

"It wasn't me."

Who left their dirty dishes on the counter?

"It wasn't me."

Who peed on the bathroom floor?

"It wasn't me."

Who made something to eat and didn't clean up?

"It wasn't me."


Based on this response, my kids don't do anything.  They're angels.

Apparently, someone is breaking into my house and leaving the butter on the counter, leaving out their dirty dishes, peeing on my bathroom floor and cooking food and not cleaning up after him/herself.

WHO IS THIS PERSON??

I know.  Usually people break into your house and they steal stuff.  At our house, they break in and leave the ice cream on the counter or empty the ice tray and forget to fill it and return it to the freezer.

Dear "It wasn't me,"

Thank you for visiting our home.

We don't mind your sporadic appearances, but,  do ask that you please clean up after yourself.

If you dirty a dish or bowl?  Please rinse it and put it in the dishwasher.

If you take food out, please put it back where you found it.

And, if you pee on the bathroom floor, PLEASE clean up after yourself.

Thanks again for your cooperation.

My New Clock

So....I took the plunge and purchased a new digital clock.

Remember my post about my digital clock dying?  Yea, I said I bought a clock in that post because I figured it would be a quick and easy decision.

Boy, was I wrong!

Well, I took a little time (THREE WEEKS!) to think about and plan my purchase of a new clock (doesn't everyone do this???).  You see, I didn't have my field researcher (my Dad) to do all of the dirty work find me a replacement.  I had to do all of my own research (alas, whoa is me!) and let me just tell you, it was exhausting!

I looked at several clocks online.  I even took a trip to Walgreen's, hoping they would have the same or similar model to old faithful my old clock.

I have to say, it's really annoying not having a clock in a place where you have always had one.  I would leave my phone on by my bed just so I could check the time.  Of course, I would forget to charge my phone and it would die at some important time during the day (when it was needed most) or I would have to just charge it at various times during the day.

I can't say my decision on this new clock was thought out.  I was at the store and told myself to just make a decision.  I grabbed a clock and hoped it worked.

It was tough making this decision.  This clock was closer to $10 and I'm hoping it lasts longer than the last one.

Stay tuned.

Bella had a week off from dance class and all of my blog post writing just stopped. She's back in class (for two more weeks- yikes!) so hopefully I can get back to my usual threebposts a week.

I realize how painful fun it is to read about my scary life.  I don't want you to be deprived of all of this pain excitement in your life.  So I will soldier on and try to keep those posts coming. 

The Boy Who Cried Wolf

Updated to modern times as:  The Girl Who Cried Sick

My child has been complaining of a "stomach ache" on and off for a couple few weeks months now.  I have even told the school that she has to make it through the day.  She has been to the Doctor and there is nothing wrong with her.

Yesterday, after hearing about me complain about a bad head/neck ache, she woke up (crying) telling me her head hurt and she felt like she was going to throw up.

Me, being the perfect mom, told her to suck it up and go to school.   I even drove her to school telling her the story of the Boy who Cried Wolf.

Around 2:00 pm I received a call from the school health office.  My child was in there with a fever of 102.5F.  The child visited the health office several times during the day (once to take a nap).  An aide in the classroom felt the child's head and said she might have a fever.  The Health Office tried to cover their tracks and say that she didn't have a fever until that time.  Turns out they didn't check her temperature until that time.  (I don't blame them..considering the child's track record and world's record for number of office visits in one school year)

I did accept my Parent of the Year Award yesterday (for not checking my child's temperature first thing in the morning).  This has also served as a lesson to said child.

Moral of the story:  Don't pretend you are sick all of the time because no one will believe you when you really are sick.

Let's hope the child has learned her lesson.

Police radar clocked me at 8 mph on my morning walk.  I received a warning and was told to slowly and carefully move along.*

*There's a speed checker on one of the streets that I walk (by the school) and I was surprised that it registered my speed while walking.