Lots Of Small Things
So life is busy, or well it tries to be. I’ve been busy but also just plain lazy.
I talked to my oldest boy Nate on Logan’s birthday. We talked for about a half hour. It was nice but weird and awkward. He later admitted to my mother it was the same for him but we are both willing to work at some more communication. It’s a start. It’s been almost 3 yrs and I think its about time we both grew up on this and tried to move forward. He won’t friend me on Facebook because his father will freak the hell out. *Insert eye roll here* I respect that but inside I thought “who the hell cares!?”. Either way I’m talking to my son and it’s really nice. I feel sorta like a mom again.
Valentine’s Day was pretty lame here. Shawn got me a “cozy” (the Spencer’s version of a “Snuggy”) that was covered in skulls. It’s a trio of skulls with the center one being the largest. It’s mouth is wide open and I’d show you a pic but .. I don’t have one and I can’t find one online. He also got a couple roses the day before a card. I didn’t do a thing for him, much to his chargin, and he understood but still didn’t like it.
I’ve been captivated by my stitching (sorta). I’m doing another letter from the M Designs alphabet series. I’m just gonna hammer those out and find folks to give them to. It’s easy, mindless and I don’t have to think. I have only 2 complete sets of fabric/threads/pattern that I can do and neither appeal to me, so the alphabet wins.
I’m not reading again. I keep getting distracted. Last night was the Westminster dog show, or actually the first night of it. I love dogs, so I watch. I enjoy seeing the breeds, learning about new ones and seeing if there’s anything that catches my eye. I saw a few I liked. I think my next “big” dog will be an American Bulldog. I like those. I love the gait and I like how they are low to the ground. I don’t like BIG dogs or tall dogs. I like them lap-able and cuddle-able.
On the dog front, my beloved Morgan Moo-Cow is slowly getting worse. She is going blind and her hips are cause for much pain. She slips and falls in the snow and cries out. She is going to be put down this year. She is 10 (roughly) and though it will KILL me, I don’t want her to suffer. I have a female customer where I work that has a litter on the way. Her son’s Boston Terrier went into heat and my customers 2 dogs (1 a pure bred Boston other a pure bred Chihuahua) both got to her. I am getting a female. Should I ever get a DNA test to see if the pup is purebred, she will give me papers. I am getting the lil girlie for free. Free is good. Morgan will stick around long enough for Mimi to transition enough then go to be quietly put down and out of pain.
Torry (our Tonkinese cat) is going to be put down as well. Near as we can figure, she is roughly 13-15. She is starting to pee on the linoleum flooring we have under the dog dishes and cat litter box. I won’t tolerate a peeing cat in my house. Shawn is heart broken because both animals are primarily his (though Morgan is ALL of ours, its “his” dog) and both need to be put down. It’s not easy but I won’t let Morgan suffer and Torry is peeing. That’s the nastiest foulest smell EVER and doesn’t come out of carpets even after shampooing. She will soon. Morgan will wait abit and then go as well.
All is good and quiet with the kids. They are still alive and haven’t driven me to the point of drinking.. yet.
Fat Tuesday is today and we will have out paczki’s, have Mass tomorrow for Ash Wednesday and all of us are giving up something for Lent. Lauren is giving up soda, Logan is giving up candy, Shawn is going to quit smoking (again, lol) and I’m giving up swearing (and making an effort to cut my soda intake down to 1 each day I work and none on non work days). I’ll bet Shawn is the first to cave but I’ll likely be a close second.
Off to busy myself with things that don’t involve the computer.
Have a paczki and a smile!
