If you're interested

This is my dream house.  It's an old farm house.  (I would LOVE to own an old farm house) on 3 acres, in the right school district, less than five minutes from my mom's house.  If you do go look, the pictures of the outside of the house are what I have always DREAMED I would see when I looked out my backdoor.  I've always wanted a fully mature willow tree on the side of my house and apple trees, I love the way they look in spring with the flowers and then when the petals start to fall off, it's like warm snow.  I am in LOVE with this house and the son of a bitch is going to break my heart.  One, I can't afford that unless they say well hell, we'll knock off forty grand.  ;)  The Farm of my dreams

Screw it, I've got a movie to watch

Today wasn't too awful, at least not as far as my cousin and her new husband goes.  The very first thing my dad says to me, (note he is across the room when I walk in the door) is I don't mean this to be rude but did one of your dogs pee on your coat or something cuz I smell something.  No he wasn't joking.  I said no and felt like crying.  And then he made sure to ask everyone else if they smelled anything.  Thanks.  I wanted to turn around and leave.  As if I didn't feel like shit enough about this day.  My cousin seemed to be on her best behavior because if I hadn't previously known her, I may have actually liked her.  Her husband seemed a wee bit dumb but funny so it didn't make the night a complete waste.  I was actually enjoying chit chat but my dad had to of said that it was getting laid, he needed a nap, so we left.  I see my cousin once a year if that and he wanted us to leave because he took too much valium before we got there.  (he's usually up from 4pm to 4am due to his job, we were there till ten)  Whatever.  At least she knows that if she needs someone to talk to, she can email me or god forbid, call me.  (she had a miscarriage several months ago and even though she's been trying ever since, she's not pregnant yet... I tried to explain that it takes a while for your body to bounce back from that)

I'm watching Knocked Up on something called an ipod.  Do you have ANY idea how long it took me to figure out how to turn down the volume????  God how old am I really???  Sorry I just don't do the computer that fits into the palm of my hand.  It's weird.  I feel like crap, like I'm going to throw up.  It's actually a really cute movie.  I thought for sure it was going to be a total guy movie but so far it's cute, it's almost so cute that it should be a girl movie.  haha But there's just enough vulgar maleness in it to be a guy movie.  ;)  Ah, hell, I might as well end this entry as I can't stop watching the damned movie.  It's super cute though. ;)

Going to miss my Doodle Girl

My foster got an application for adoption today and so far it looks like it will be a good fit.  I cried while reading the application because I knew it would be the beginning of saying goodbye.  I have this deep fear that she will think I gave her up because she wasn't good enough for us.  When really, she's PERFECT but I already have too many dogs.  Unfortunately for me, it's all the way in Chicago.  (2 1/2 hours from me) I actually only have a few questions for the possible parents to be, i.e. why didn't you choose a rescue closer to you as there are several that have labradoodles in your area?  what will happen to the dog if you split up?  what will happen if you allergies to this dog are worse than you had previously thought they would be?  I have MANY requests if they are approved.  ;)  Take her to the beach at least twice each summer, possibly provide her with a child size pool (the plastic five dollar ones that I have for my own dogs), allow her to play with your neighbors dogs (who just happens to be a relative and owns a labradoodle), along with the usual love, care, scratches etc.  And I will also expect that if for whatever reason they can no longer keep her that they contact myself as well as the organization that I foster for before giving the dog away.  And I will LOVE to get emails and updates.  I'm being too pushy here aren't I?  She is my first foster and it will be hard to see her go and I just want to know she will have the best life possible.  I KNOW she will love going swimming (which is why I would like to see her have a pool and go to the beach) and I'd love her to have another dog to play with once and a while.  All those things will not make or break the adoption, those will be requests I would make after the adoption is finalized.  If they had kids and another dog, they would be completely my ideal home for her, but they're pretty good without them too. 

Tomorrow I have to do lunch with my dad as we have relatives coming up.  Normally, I would probably skip lunch with S but being as she actually tries to keep in contact with me and personally asked that I go, I figured I'd meet her halfway.  The rest of that part of my family hasn't made any attempts to keep in contact with me other than when they come to visit my dad and eventhen, the only reason I know they're here, is through him.  Now they would say that I haven't been to visit them in over ten years and they I don't call/email/write them either but my parents divorced when I was fifteen and those same people who are and were adults, made no attempts to see how I or my little brother was dealing with the situation and none of them EVER called after or during the divorce.  I was told that my aunt had tried to call several times but I call bullshit as we've had caller id since they split up and never has her number come up on the id.  (I know it would normally as my dad has called me when he is down there)  I'm not going to bend over backwards for people that wouldn't do the same for me, that I don't think like me and that I don't like to begin with.  There are few parts of that family I like and most of them are not blood relatives.  ;)  The main reason I stay on semi-friendly terms with most of them is because I don't want the melodrama or to listen to my dad bitch day in and out about how I haven't apologized to such and such for my actions.  (even if they were in the wrong)  There was one event where I stood my ground and haven't felt guilty about it.  My dad's father (who I will not give the respect of calling my grandfather) was at a family gathering once when my dad called to wish me happy birthday and handed the phone to his dad.  (knowing I didn't want to speak to him for the reasons you are about to hear) He said the usual we miss you, wish you would come down, want to hear from you more and then he threw THIS in... wish you would send us a picture without that boyfriend of yours.  You see my dad's father is/was a very racist man and my husband is latino.  He was born in Mexico.  His dad is a mix of everything south of Texas and his mom is caucasion.  Therefore, it was extremely offensive to me that he would say such a thing and the way he said it was signifying to me that he really wanted to say without that spic boyfriend.  I told my dad after that day I never wanted to speak to him again.  Period.  He tried to argue that this and that had happened to make him that way and that if he knew my husband he wouldn't feel that way.  I said no, he would say well you're not like most spics.  This is the same man that at my (step) grandpa's funeral, made a VERY racist black joke in front of EVERYONE.  (what he was evendoing there I will never know)  I was twelve or thirteen at the time and I will never forget how I felt in that moment, disgusted to be a part of that gene pool and humilated to be considered his granddaughter.  And the joke wasn't even funny by the way.  I can handle some jokes that wouldn't be considered pc and even though that one wasn't close, it still wasn't funny.  I never spoke to him again.  He died a few years ago and I don't regret it and I don't feel guilt over it.  I remember my dad asking me once whether I thought he should tell his dad all the things that he hated about him and how awful he made his childhood, etc.  I told him, the way I see it, you have to look at it like this; Can you live with telling him all that and hearing that he died the next day?  Would you feel guilty?  Would you wish you could take it back?  If you say yes to those, you probably should keep your yap shut.  He never told his dad anything and honestly, I think that was the best thing for him to do.  Now, in the same conversation, I told him that I CAN live with never speaking to him again and I WON'T feel guilty about it later.  This man spilled beer on every outfit I wore on my birthday from the time I was itty bitty till I was old enough to know he should know better.  So any birthdays spent down there, I came back smelling like it was my 21st b-day and not my 8th.  And even though he's dead, I still feel animosity towards him.  If I had to find one nice thing to say about him, it would take me days and searching my memory.  THAT is what I come from and most of the people that are directly related to him, seem to carry on some of what he is.  One of my uncle's in particular.  He was named after my dad's dad and he lives his life the same way he did (alcoholic to the extreme) and sounds the same way he did... well my uncle is probably even worse as he called my 9 year old female cousin a p*ssy once.  Yeah, that's classy.  I don't ever SAY that word, EVER.  And there's only a short list of the words that will NOT come from my mouth.  Most of them are words the refer to a woman's vagina.  They are all disgusting words with even more disgusting meanings.  As prude like as this may sound, I do not allow those words to be said around me either, under no circumstances.  Basically, if you plan to be around me, keep those words underwraps otherwise you will be booted out the door or we will leave whatever establishment we're in and you can go truck yourself.  ;)  Wow you all have gotten way more than you bargined for in this entry huh?  Trust me, with that family I could've went on a lot longer.  A LOT.  Don't even get me started on in-laws. ;-)

Hair today, gone tomorrow

I'm getting my hair cut at the end of this month and I'm thinking of one of these two styles.  I want it short again.  I was going to just have it cut the same way I had it two years ago but I figure what the hell, it grows back.  I'm also dying it brown with some highlights but haven't decided the color of the highlights yet.

Terrorists

I'm not usually one to be happy about hearing of someone dying, human or animal but I was when I saw this headline on cnn.com  U.S. officials: CIA kills top al Qaeda terrorist in Pakistan The one thing I wonder though after reading more, is who else died when they killed al-Libi?  Where they innocent people who just happened to be in the same area of this man?  If so, killing him was not worth their lives as well.  As we all know though, few will know the truth other than the CIA and other government officials.

Poor Tarin

Jasmine woke up after only six hours of sleep this morning.  I eventually fell back to sleep while she was watching Shiloh.  At some point and time she decided it would be cute to drink some leftover Mountain Dew that my husband hadn't thrown out.  After drinking some of it, she thought it would be fun to torture the dogs with it.  She poured it on all three of them, the floor and mainly the bed.  I woke up wondering why there were three dogs laying on me and why my feet felt sticky and wet.  TV went off quickly and she was forced to go back to sleep.  I'm assuming this was a while after she drank the Dew as she seemed to be coming "down."  An hour later I woke up to my foster whining.  This was the second time she had woken me up to go outside.  I knew my husband was home and would be in to let her out in a minute so I told her to shut up and tried to go back to sleep.  Before I could, Shawn came flying in the bedroom and told me I needed to get up NOW and that Tarin was bleeding.  After not getting good sleep all night, I was a little annoyed that I was being woken up for a scratch.  I walked in the backroom to find blood puddles everywhere and my poor aussie laying on the floor, held by my husband.  After stopping the bleeding, I found that he had a large, deep cut on his main pad.  I know from previous experience that it could not be sutured so we took him in the kitchen to soak his foot and get most of the dirt out.  That's about the time I realized I had no vetwrap, gauze or bandages.  I called my mom, who has horses and always seems to have those in stock and asked her to rush some over.  We continued cleaning out his foot and then drying it.  He did really well when I got the vetwrap on and has yet to try and chew it off.  Although, going out to go potty is challenging.  I've been taping a plastic bag around his leg so that he doesn't get it wet in the snow.  The last trip out, he partially chewed the bag off.  He'll be on house arrest for a few weeks.  I wish I had some of those snow boots for dogs, it would make potty trips much easier for both of us.

After feeding the dogs, I went to bring Cash in.  As usual he just stood feet away from the back door as if he had no idea why I was calling him or what I was telling him to do.  At firstI was pissed.  It had been a really long day and I didn't want to stand in the cold and snow dragging him inside.  Once I was standing in front of him he sat.  I took a step towards him, he took a step back, and sat again.  Finally I took his tie out off (he has to be on a tie out or he will dig out and run away and I live on a very busy street) and let him run the yard.  I ran into the garage to grab a frisbee and we played in the snow for a half hour.  I tried to pretend I was on the sandy beaches in Jamacia and not in the backyard covered in freezing snow and that my hands were burning not from the cold but from wind surfing earlier in the day.  ;-)  Once I went to take him inside, I realized that Jasmine had been throwing puppy food out the back door.  Back to a bad day again.  At least it's almost over.  All this while pms-ing in a bad way.  Being male in my presence is not wise at the moment.

We're supposed to get ten inches of snow between tonight and tomorrow morning.  It's February, time for dirty, melting snow, not more falling.  I'm cold and need more dogs on the bed. 

 

Good Dog, Rest Now

I forgot to mention, we had to have one of the rescue dogs put to sleep today.  He was a big goofy lab, only two years old.  They thought he broke his leg this morning so they rushed him to the vets only to find out that he had severe damage to his cerebrum, leaving him partially brain damaged as well as having hip displasia and the joints just being completely torn away.  Everyone felt that it was in his best interest to be euthanized.  He would've lived an entire life of pain.  At least his last days were spent in a warm house, not confined to a cage in peace and quiet.