Tag: Dogs

don’t ask me about my cast

Today is Day 16 of my Whole30 journey. I must say, it’s been wild, and rewarding thus far, and I can honestly see myself making this a lifestyle. As long as I can master the damn mayonnaise recipe! I think I’ve had it easier than most, with hardly any side effects, and no cravings, because

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Magic 18

My youngest son Nic dropped a bomb on me and Hubs a couple of weeks ago; he said he wanted to attend a gamer’s convention in July, in Austin Texas, with two of his friends. All three of the boys will be eighteen years old by July. And you know. Eighteen. That magic age when

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I’m not Punchy

Ever since I was bit by the cujo-pekingese, I run with pepper spray. Hopefully I will never have to spray a dog (or coyote), but if it comes down to a choice between my ass and Cujo; sorry PETA. I choose my ass. Dog bites hurt, and the effects of the bite last longer than

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Put The Homefires Out

It’s Fire Prevention Monday at my house. A day where you scramble around and try to keep things from catching fire and your house from burning to the ground. Like our fireplace. After flipping a switch and having the perfect, most beautiful fire every night for three months a year, and every year for the

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He Had Me At “True”

In my family, it’s common knowledge that I’m a scardy cat. For years I couldn’t even watch all of ‘The WIzard of Oz,’ because I was afraid Dorothy wouldn’t make it home to Auntie Em. And when I was a teenager, I caved to peer-pressure and watched Nightmare on Elm Street, and then I had

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The Mayans Were Right About December Being A Good Month To End It

I’m hot. And I’m crabby. And I’m wondering why my A/C can’t die on a relatively cool WEEKday. We knew it would die soon, one day. It’s old. But does it have to die on the weekend? In June? Why couldn’t it die on a sunny December day? I swear the air conditioner manufacturer makes

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Skanks, Opossums & Dachshunds

I just boiled water to make iced tea in a pot that had a dead baby opossum in it two days ago. I forgot. I forgot I gave my husband a kitchen pot to carry the dead baby opossum (or a playing dead baby opossum, we didn’t know for sure) from my son Nic’s bed,

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Cupcakes May Prevent Dog Bites

I went to a dangerous dog hearing today. I faced the owners of the dog that bit me and listened to the woman tell a panel that I ran up on her husband quickly. The woman also said I was rude because I didn’t announce myself as I approached her husband, so I startled their

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If Cats Accessorized, They’d Look Like Me

Today is the day of the ‘Dangerous Dog Classification’ hearing. I have to face the old man dog owner and answer questions to help the Animal Control people determine if the dog that bit me is aggressive. If the Cujo-Apso is classified as dangerous then he will have to wear a muzzle in public. I

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The Cujo-Pekingese & My Ass, Part 2

I haven’t turned into Teen Wolf yet but I have new powers. The bite on my ass from the Cujo-Pekingese DID get infected. Days ago I warned my husband that the bite on my ass could get infected. I also told my husband days ago that we needed to find out where the negligent Cujo-Pekingese

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