This video is mainly for Kevin to see. But this is where we went to high school. Only it isn't. They've renovated it so much that it looks absolutely nothing like where we actually physically went to classes. It's crazy.
Saturday, January 24, 2009
I HATE my dog.
And today she got into ant poison and ate some. Damn dog has never eaten poison or chemicals in her whole life and today she does.
Poison control and the vet said they think she'll be okay because she didn't eat very much, but to keep an eye on her and to call back if she starts trembling or shaking uncontrollably. How fun for me.
I HATE my dog.
Poison control and the vet said they think she'll be okay because she didn't eat very much, but to keep an eye on her and to call back if she starts trembling or shaking uncontrollably. How fun for me.
I HATE my dog.
Friday, January 23, 2009
I love/hate my dog.
That sentence pretty much sums up my feelings last night and this afternoon.
Let me start from the beginning...
I ran out of dog food, so I bought a new huge bag of it. It wouldn't fit in Ruby's food container so I rigged it so most of it fit, but it still stuck out the top. I figured, nah, Ruby won't mess with it. Then, I go to work.
I come home last night after a lovely evening with a friend (I had another friend let Ruby out at 5ish so please don't think I left her inside for 15 hours without food or a potty break) to find poo and pee all over the bathroom. This is very weird because Ruby has an excellent hold-it-till-Mommy-gets-home bladder. So I think, "I'll go change into yucky clothes to clean this up." So I walk into my bedroom, notice the bed sheets are all messed up, do a double take, and what did I find? Barf. Everywhere. All over my bed. This made Bobo look like an amateur. Anyway, upon closer inspection, I find that the sheets are shredded and the barf is on my mattress. Through my shock, I walk into my closet to find my clothes all messed up. Then I walk back through the living room to retrieve cleaning supplies and I find barf on the couch.
Ruby got into the janked up dog food container (which was definitely my fault completely) and ate, in modest estimate, about a gallon of food. In one sitting. That's about 8x the normal amount.
So I spent 5 hours cleaning then 3 hours listening to her whimper and bark.
I got no sleep last night.
Side note - I had parents call me names today and I missed a doctor's appointment this morning due to lack of preparation for school from lack of sleep, so I earned a "no show" on Kevin's medical record.
Needless to say, it wasn't a great day.
If only it ended there.
Then when I got home today, the day light illuminated the many other spots of pee and barf that I missed last night because it was too dark to see them. So I cleaned barf off of: the carpet in about 10 spots, the closet, the bed skirt, my jacket, my sleeping pants, 3 blankets, the wall, electrical cords, the side of a trash can, a door, bricks (fireplace), 2 rugs, a dog bed, and a couch pillow.
I love Ruby. And I genuinely have hope that one day I will see the humor in this, but right now I hate my dog.
Let me start from the beginning...
I ran out of dog food, so I bought a new huge bag of it. It wouldn't fit in Ruby's food container so I rigged it so most of it fit, but it still stuck out the top. I figured, nah, Ruby won't mess with it. Then, I go to work.
I come home last night after a lovely evening with a friend (I had another friend let Ruby out at 5ish so please don't think I left her inside for 15 hours without food or a potty break) to find poo and pee all over the bathroom. This is very weird because Ruby has an excellent hold-it-till-Mommy-gets-home bladder. So I think, "I'll go change into yucky clothes to clean this up." So I walk into my bedroom, notice the bed sheets are all messed up, do a double take, and what did I find? Barf. Everywhere. All over my bed. This made Bobo look like an amateur. Anyway, upon closer inspection, I find that the sheets are shredded and the barf is on my mattress. Through my shock, I walk into my closet to find my clothes all messed up. Then I walk back through the living room to retrieve cleaning supplies and I find barf on the couch.
Ruby got into the janked up dog food container (which was definitely my fault completely) and ate, in modest estimate, about a gallon of food. In one sitting. That's about 8x the normal amount.
So I spent 5 hours cleaning then 3 hours listening to her whimper and bark.
I got no sleep last night.
Side note - I had parents call me names today and I missed a doctor's appointment this morning due to lack of preparation for school from lack of sleep, so I earned a "no show" on Kevin's medical record.
Needless to say, it wasn't a great day.
If only it ended there.
Then when I got home today, the day light illuminated the many other spots of pee and barf that I missed last night because it was too dark to see them. So I cleaned barf off of: the carpet in about 10 spots, the closet, the bed skirt, my jacket, my sleeping pants, 3 blankets, the wall, electrical cords, the side of a trash can, a door, bricks (fireplace), 2 rugs, a dog bed, and a couch pillow.
I love Ruby. And I genuinely have hope that one day I will see the humor in this, but right now I hate my dog.
Sunday, January 11, 2009
It's a jungle out there...literally
So I never go out into my backyard. It's L-shaped and the back door leads to the side yard. To see the back part, I would have to go outside and peak around the corner of my house. But what reason do I have to do that? Well, I got one this weekend.
Our backyard serves one sole purpose: Ruby's toilet. So last week, when I let her out, I noticed she started going in the side yard and I didn't want to have to go on Poo Patrol in that area, too. So I poked my head around the corner of the yard to see why she stopped going back there.
Behold! A literal jungle of weeds. Weeds that were in full bloom. There was no flat area to step anywhere. If you wanted to walk back there, your feet would have disappeared. There were weeds that came up past my stomach. Now that's a tall weed.
Apparently Ruby decided that it was undesirable to use a potty that had morphed into a jungle. So I conceded and cut the grass - I mean, weeds - this weekend. Ugh. The poor mower was groaning at me.
In my feeble defense, yard upkeep is Kevin's job. So it's not my fault that our backyard (and slowly, unfortunately, our front yard as well) no longer looks like people live in the house. When the yard man and chef are gone, the household residents make do with as little effort as possible.
Our backyard serves one sole purpose: Ruby's toilet. So last week, when I let her out, I noticed she started going in the side yard and I didn't want to have to go on Poo Patrol in that area, too. So I poked my head around the corner of the yard to see why she stopped going back there.
Behold! A literal jungle of weeds. Weeds that were in full bloom. There was no flat area to step anywhere. If you wanted to walk back there, your feet would have disappeared. There were weeds that came up past my stomach. Now that's a tall weed.
Apparently Ruby decided that it was undesirable to use a potty that had morphed into a jungle. So I conceded and cut the grass - I mean, weeds - this weekend. Ugh. The poor mower was groaning at me.
In my feeble defense, yard upkeep is Kevin's job. So it's not my fault that our backyard (and slowly, unfortunately, our front yard as well) no longer looks like people live in the house. When the yard man and chef are gone, the household residents make do with as little effort as possible.
Wednesday, January 07, 2009
A do-able New Year's Resolution
After much chagrin, I have finally identified a New Year's resolution that, so far, I have been able to keep. So, without further ado...
(ahem)....
I resolve to start and finish grading papers and record them in my gradebook the day my students complete the assignment.
No more staring at piles of papers to grade wondering if they would perhaps look better in the nearest trash can...
So far, I'm 2 for 2! I feel so proud. :)~
(ahem)....
I resolve to start and finish grading papers and record them in my gradebook the day my students complete the assignment.
No more staring at piles of papers to grade wondering if they would perhaps look better in the nearest trash can...
So far, I'm 2 for 2! I feel so proud. :)~
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