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Wednesday, January 19, 2011
On Dogs and Children
Everyone knows I love dogs. They are wonderful compainions, better that people in most instances. MOST instances. Everyone also knows that I love my children. They are a wonder to behold, and they leave me wondering alot.
There comes a point where life with dogs and life with children merge into some kind of weird similarity. The dogs take on the kids traits and vice versa. It's creepy and funny all at the same time.
Take my puppies, please (in my best Rodney Dangerfield). They usually get fed when I get up in the mornings, which is usually around 5 AM. Ester, the fluffly puppy, decided at about 2 AM that she needed to eat, NOW. She began a campaign of whining, barking, and stomping (mostly on me) to get me to get up. First I though she needed to go out. No Problem. I get up, she doesn't follow me to the door. She stops at the kitchen and looks expectantly. I sigh and go back to bed, get almost asleep....wash, rinse, repeat. The similariltes to having a baby where not lost on me. Finally I resorted to something you can not do with a baby, I put her butt outside and left her there.
Dogs are known to get lazy over time. It gets harder and harder to get them off the couch,bed, out from underfoot. Basically anywhere that is comfortable, they park it there and stick like ticks on a dog (ba-dump-dump-dum). Teen boys are equally lazy.
Take my son, please (Rodney again). Getting him out of bed in the morning is like trying get a politician to part with money. This morning we resorted to being annoying, which was fun on our part. After all, do parents not live to annoy their children? We started with a simple song, I forget where we got it from. It was on a childrens channel as a filler and we got it off iTunes.
Needless to say, we put it on loop and cranked it up. He came stomping, snarling and barking out of his room a short time later. Cell phone in hand.
Him: "Mom, I have a cell phone with all kinds of alarms on it. I don't need this!"
Me: "You never here your alarms go off, we are just helping in a constructive way."
He stomps off with a groan (think Creeper from Scooby Doo) and goes straight to Dad. Like that's gonna help.
Him: " I have a phone with all kinds of alarms to get me up in the morning. I don't need your help!"
Dad: " Then why are you standing in the kitchen still in your PJs?"
He stomps away again. His father and I snicker while cranking up the song even louder.
Parenting has is finer points, sometimes.
There comes a point where life with dogs and life with children merge into some kind of weird similarity. The dogs take on the kids traits and vice versa. It's creepy and funny all at the same time.
Take my puppies, please (in my best Rodney Dangerfield). They usually get fed when I get up in the mornings, which is usually around 5 AM. Ester, the fluffly puppy, decided at about 2 AM that she needed to eat, NOW. She began a campaign of whining, barking, and stomping (mostly on me) to get me to get up. First I though she needed to go out. No Problem. I get up, she doesn't follow me to the door. She stops at the kitchen and looks expectantly. I sigh and go back to bed, get almost asleep....wash, rinse, repeat. The similariltes to having a baby where not lost on me. Finally I resorted to something you can not do with a baby, I put her butt outside and left her there.
Dogs are known to get lazy over time. It gets harder and harder to get them off the couch,bed, out from underfoot. Basically anywhere that is comfortable, they park it there and stick like ticks on a dog (ba-dump-dump-dum). Teen boys are equally lazy.
Take my son, please (Rodney again). Getting him out of bed in the morning is like trying get a politician to part with money. This morning we resorted to being annoying, which was fun on our part. After all, do parents not live to annoy their children? We started with a simple song, I forget where we got it from. It was on a childrens channel as a filler and we got it off iTunes.
Needless to say, we put it on loop and cranked it up. He came stomping, snarling and barking out of his room a short time later. Cell phone in hand.
Him: "Mom, I have a cell phone with all kinds of alarms on it. I don't need this!"
Me: "You never here your alarms go off, we are just helping in a constructive way."
He stomps off with a groan (think Creeper from Scooby Doo) and goes straight to Dad. Like that's gonna help.
Him: " I have a phone with all kinds of alarms to get me up in the morning. I don't need your help!"
Dad: " Then why are you standing in the kitchen still in your PJs?"
He stomps away again. His father and I snicker while cranking up the song even louder.
Parenting has is finer points, sometimes.
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
The new years resolution
Some people think it's old fashioned, but I make a new years resolution every year. I'm pretty serious about it. I start formulating it in December. I think about all the things I didn't get done on my previous resolution, I analyse why it didn't get done, determine if it is worth putting on the new list, and go from there.
I put 10 items on my list, every year. Why not 12? I don't know, I ask my OCD that all the time, it never answers. I type them up on pretty paper and post them prominetly on my desk. This year, thanks to windows 7, I made it a permanent post-it note. (yeah, post-it notes for the desktop!!!!)
Why all the fuss, you ask? There is something momentus about a new year. It's fresh, there was never this year before and there will never be this year again. It's a new begining, a chance to make big changes. It's an opportunity to use an entire year as a timeline to progress toward a better future. Most people want to be better people. Some people procrastinate, and an entire year is like a lifetime in front of them, they can take their time. But December come quickly, and it gets here faster every year, and suddenly the time is to short; another broken resolution to add to the pile of long broken ones. Some people are "Johnny on the spot", out of the gate full of fire. By mid-year, all the wind has left their sails, already defeated by goals that were impossible to meet in the first place they discard their resolutions as pipe dreams, never attainable. Some people set their goals, pace themselves, evaluate progress often, and don't sweat it if they don't make all of them. (I have never meet one of these people, but I am told they DO exist.)
Yet every year, those of us who choose to, set new goals. It just seems like the right thing to do on new years. It's like eating black eyed peas and turnip greens for luck and money. There is no real reason for it, other than we have always been told it's what you do. It's not like you can't do it at any time of the year, but it just doesn't have the same meaning any other time than new years.
So I made my new 10, and I snuck down to Daddy's and had black eyed peas and turnip greens. Call me old fashioned, let's see what happens.
I put 10 items on my list, every year. Why not 12? I don't know, I ask my OCD that all the time, it never answers. I type them up on pretty paper and post them prominetly on my desk. This year, thanks to windows 7, I made it a permanent post-it note. (yeah, post-it notes for the desktop!!!!)
Why all the fuss, you ask? There is something momentus about a new year. It's fresh, there was never this year before and there will never be this year again. It's a new begining, a chance to make big changes. It's an opportunity to use an entire year as a timeline to progress toward a better future. Most people want to be better people. Some people procrastinate, and an entire year is like a lifetime in front of them, they can take their time. But December come quickly, and it gets here faster every year, and suddenly the time is to short; another broken resolution to add to the pile of long broken ones. Some people are "Johnny on the spot", out of the gate full of fire. By mid-year, all the wind has left their sails, already defeated by goals that were impossible to meet in the first place they discard their resolutions as pipe dreams, never attainable. Some people set their goals, pace themselves, evaluate progress often, and don't sweat it if they don't make all of them. (I have never meet one of these people, but I am told they DO exist.)
Yet every year, those of us who choose to, set new goals. It just seems like the right thing to do on new years. It's like eating black eyed peas and turnip greens for luck and money. There is no real reason for it, other than we have always been told it's what you do. It's not like you can't do it at any time of the year, but it just doesn't have the same meaning any other time than new years.
So I made my new 10, and I snuck down to Daddy's and had black eyed peas and turnip greens. Call me old fashioned, let's see what happens.
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
12 days in...
Wow. It’s not quite 2 weeks into the New Year. We’ve had a pretty eventful two weeks though. Let’s see, where to start.
I went back to work on the 3rd, after a two week vaca that was a bittersweet homecoming. I wanted to stay home and have a real vaca, (see the children are sick) but I was half afraid to. So I went with a working vaca at work. That is what I told myself at least. My nephew can home from Iraq Afghanistan
It snowed in Alabama AL
A portend of things to come? A really great year for eveyone or the end as we know it?
I’m not a superstitious person, really. But I have to admit, they are some things that make you go hmmmmm. Maybe the ancient Mayans have something.
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