Category: Pay attention to me…me me me…

It’s a very sad day in our house. Our dog Sadie bit MJ for the second time, but this time on the face. When she bit him the first time, it was on the thumb and she drew blood and it was minor. Today, she crossed the line by biting his face. His nose has two scrapes and his upper lip was punctured by her tooth. Jon and I both made the decision after the first quarentine that if this happened again, there was not any another option but to put her down. I tried to find another home for her without children, but most shelters wouldn’t take her because of the history of biting. The Human Society we got her from offered to take her back as a last resort, but we thought that we could rehabilitate her. We were wrong. Like Jon said over at RandomCommands, we don’t know what her life was like before we got her. She has a scar on her nose and is fearful of yelling and anyone who stands over her. Fear + excitment = disaster.
More than anything, I cry for my children and the hard life lesson they are having to learn thru this experience. I never imagined that we would be going through this. My cynical self is crying out, “Come on Ang..you had to know that you didn’t get the “perfect dog”, you didn’t do enough and this is exactly what could have happened…it does all the time.” Except this time, we really feel we did what was right by our children and their safety and didn’t keep her just because she was cute and appeared to be a sweet happy dog. Like so many people out there, we didn’t keep her locked up in the backyard to avoid dealing with her unpleasant behavior and further neglecting her making her even more neruotic. For that I feel like we did the right thing.
I also cry because seeing the looks on their faces when they realized this was not a threat, but a reality. It just breaks my heart. We will be dealing with the aftermath for a while and Christmas will be hard because we had plans to get the “cousin beagles” together at my sisters house to meet each other. I didn’t even get to have my Mom or Dad or Sister meet the newest “furever” member of our family. Now she is gone and all we have is pictures, memories, and eventually her ashes.
Because we loved her despite the problems she had, and she did bring us joy while she was here, we will give her a proper burial and give our children peace and closure to help them get through our loss.
She will be missed.

Mother’s Day Out.

Amen.

Did you see Oprah the other day? Did you see Kirstie Alley on there strutting her Jenny Craig stuff in a bikini? She made a goal a year ago to come out at her goal weight in a bikini on national TV. She looked pretty good for 55 years old. I know I won’t look that good in a bikini at 55, stripper hose or not!
This morning on one of the morning shows, I see a reporter talking about people’s motivation to lose weight. Do they do it because they want to be healthy and lessen their risk of dieing? No..most people would do it to save face. Some magazine did an experiement. Took some men and women and did a photo shoot of them in bikini’s and speedos. Gave them a goal: lose 15 lbs. in 2 months. No diet plan, no trainers, just the threat of total humiliation by publishing thier photos in the magazine for all the world to see. During that 2 month period, they were emailed a picture of themselves to keep their shame level high so the motivation wouldn’t wane. I guess it worked. They all came back and everyone but 1 women reached their goal of 15 lbs. lost. The woman who fell short of the goal by 3 lbs. was granted a pardon.
This begs the question for a lot of us. Would you, would I be motivated enough to be shamed into reaching a goal so that we could avoid be humiliated? I say obviously not because I feel humiliated and shamed by my weight already, so could you really use that as a motivator for losing weight? I don’t know. I am not sure I am willing to use that tactict as yet another way to fail at dieting.
Speaking of dieting. I talked about this a while ago and have been waiting for word back from my insurance about the gastric surgery I want to have. I called the Dr.’s office 2 weeks ago and asked them about the letter. I was told every time I called that they would get back to me. Nothing. I called this morning and was told that they submitted a letter on Oct. 11 asking for approval. It is 4 days shy of the 30 day turn around, so they say. Funny because when I was researching this whole thing, I called my insurance myself and spoke with someone about the process and they said that once the letter asking for approval was sent in the determination would be a 24 hour turn around. I guess not huh?

It’s frustrating because if I call, I get a standard answer, “I’ll call your insurance and see what is up.” That is what this girl said 2 weeks ago and I haven’t heard anything back from her. It feels like she and the insurance are holding my life in their hands. If they say no, then I have a whole lot more work to do to get approved, if they say yes, then my life will change forever and I can become the active fully involved Mom and wife I want to be under all this weight that is literally weighing me down. Knowing that a YES from the insurance will also mean drastic changes in lifestyle and eating habits is just one facet of how things will be different for me and my family. As hard as it might be, I want to be free of all the problems I have because of my weight.
I guess now the only thing I can do is hope for the best and prepare for the worst. Feels like 4 years all over again.

For the 100th time: Mom:”Michael Jon, why are you out of bed?”

Mom:”Come here so I can spank your bottom.”

MJ:”No, I don’t want a spanking……” attempts to run away

Mom:”1…2…3.. NOW”

MJ: fear in his eyes  “But I don’t wanna spanking!”

Mom:”Then why are you out here, when Daddy and I have sent you to bed already?”

MJ: “Cuz…I wanna hang out wif you.”

(wish you could have seen his cute face…darn him!)

Mom and Dad: stiffled laughter

MJ: grin and giggle

Mom:” I love that you love to “hang out” with us, but it’s time for you to go to bed. Now go.”

MJ: giggle. “Ok”

I have to apologize for yesterdays post. I did sustain a crafting injury, but I was at church when I posted that. It was our Upward Evaluations for the upcoming season and I was sitting at the table with Jon’s laptop posting before the day got away from me. I had to cut it short and end it sounding like a total dork, which on most days is not that hard for me to do…sound like a total dork that is.

This morning I not only re-hurt my hand, but I also twisted my knee…great. Like I really need another freakin thing to keep my from doing the frillion and 3 things I have to do.
Besides, there is MUST SEE TV to keep up with..we are so behind on our show watching….I’ve been a bad girl and spending a lot of time away from home, and while I love LOVE doing my thing with friends, I know I have been skipping out on a lot of my duties here at home. Not only the chores of everyday life, but the time and energy I haven’t given to my kids and husband. Jon deserves a medal for all the stuff he has done in my place while I was out running around. Two birthday parties, Upward Evals, drama rehearsal, feeding the kids, making sure the dog doesn’t run away….You are awesome! Thanks Honey!
I have been trying to keep the same train of thought for the last hour or so and trying to keep this post from sounding disconnected…well doesn’t seem like I made it! I think I’ll end it for now….tomorrow will be fun and not whiney….I think I’ll pick a topic out of my new book of blog ideas…stay tuned! I promise it will get better!

Yes folks, I have sustained a crafting injury. Something all crafters dread, abhor, and hate. It keeps us from doing the one thing we love the most. CRAFTING! It’s what I live for, what makes me happy and centered and keeps me going when I need it the most. Rubber stamping is a new addiction and the different kinds of paper crafts I can create is hundred fold.

Yesterday I posted about what I did yesterday, and I woke up today with pain in my right hand and a pain in my elbow. Reminds me of the old joke, “Doc, it hurts when I move my arm like this _____” and the Doc says, “Don’t do that!” Yep, that is pretty much what I feel like, I won’t move my hand or arm like this _____. Feels like the day after you fall down and hurt something, all sore and well…sore like.

I have had a busy weekend and it’s only half way over! I spent Thursday night sewing at Nat’s, Friday night making cards with Nat at ReCollections and from 10:30am to 5pm at ReCollections making these gorgeous white trees.(scroll down to the Winter Wonderland) It was a lot of work, and we used Diamond Dust that was real glass glitter and it hurts, let me tell you!
Then, at 5pm, I left to go to Blogospeer.com’s house for dinner. Wow..am I tired…great dinner, good company, but boy I’m beat!
I don’t want to miss my 30 posts in 30 days, so this is short but sweet…I’m off to bed before I turn into a pumpkin!

Not to be confused with National Shellfish day, as said by someone with a retainer (that would be me this morning before I took them out)

This is the day I declare to be National Selfish Day or NSD. Why shouldn’t we have a day where we only think about ourselves?  Get up whenever we want to? Not do housework? Watch what we want on TV? Hang out until the wee hours doing crafts and sewing, and having fun??
oh..I did that yesterday…..sigh.
Okay, what about National Shoe Shopping Day??

Pet Peeve: “noun : a frequent subject of complaint”. Um, duh. I have lots of those I guess.

Here are some I came across today:

1. dried egg yolk on a plate in the sink
2. the kids not flushing their toilet  eww….
3. the spoons and forks all jumbled up in the utensil drawer
4. not having a place to put all my junk
5. shoes all over the floor

That’s all I got. I have to get the place ship shape so I can finish my Chirstmas crafts and silent auction items. All in a days work!

h/t Jon

Okay, so here is what you do. Make a list of 9 people, preferably those you know. Then, look at the questions. Answer the questions based on who you put down for each number.

1. Jon (My husband)
2.Debbi (bf #1.2)
3.Natalie (bf #2)
4.Leslie (bestest sister)
5.Mike (My Daddy)
6.Carla (Miss Carca)
7.Michelle (bf #1)
8.Matt (hubby of Debbi)
9.Lorraine (My Mommy)

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