Naturally, I have the usual gaggle of dogs in my home- and playing host to these privileged canines is my job. My poor kids, wincing every time I yell, "KNOCK IT OFF", "QUIET!", or my favorite, "CHHTT! NO BARKING!"- it's a miracle my kids aren't completely aversive to dogs altogether. By the way- "Exo" in Greek means "out"....
I tell the husbear, "You know what's happening here don't you?- We are slowly but surely turning these kids into future 'cat people'".....G & P will either end up like one of those crazy people with 37 cats, or no animals at all. G claims that when he grows up he is going to have a toy Poodle like Cha Cha (one of my regulars), among the other small pets he is counting down to. I told him that when he is 7 we can get a mouse for him- he said that he will name him Jerry like the mouse I used to have. As for Cha Cha, since he is here so frequently he's just like our own dog- well, let me remark by adding- just not crazy like the psycho-dog-extraordinaire Sunny is. I figure I have a year and a half before we begin negotiations on the rodent factor.
Personally, I love rodents of all sorts, but I will not get into the breeding factor- as transpired in my childhood. As we witnessed the equation is such:
2 hamsters= 18....don't want to go there. One happy little male mouse is just fine with me, but it ends there. We already are bombarded with 3 fish tanks, 2 dogs (one psycho, one at death's door), and any number between 2-4 dogs on average per week staying with us. OH YEAH, forgot to mention snail # 3 which not only survived his/her predecessors, but reproduced to boot! We are now the proud cartakers of 50-odd baby snails-albeit cute-are too numerous to count at this juncture. Lets not forget the orange fish which are on batch #4 of some dozen or so babies- G's tank is the fertile delta of fish-land, or as we like to refer to the Ikea way of saying things: SnA-LAnd- hence all the snails.
Tonight is the exodus of all the dogs here- but one- he goes home next Seeeaturday. The fluctuating guest list since the 12th is as follows:
Kelly, Lucy, Yoda, Schultz, Milo, Payton, Bocce, and Vika. Kelly and Lucy came in on the 12th pm, Yoda went home on the 14th after one week of vacationing with us. Schultz was in for day care on Wednesday, Kelly went home Friday- Milo came Thursday pm, then Payton, Bocce, and Vika came Friday pm. SO, tonight everyone with the exception of Milo goes home- whew! I don't know how much more I can take- not any really. I am usually not this overbooked- but I did a friend and a cousin a favor by taking their dogs for the weekend. I can't wait until I can get away with no kids, no dogs, no husbear- just a couple of ragged mutha's ready to get their party on! TIKI BAR-STYLE-HEEEEE-HAWWWW!
EZ
Sunday, July 22, 2007
Tuesday, July 3, 2007
Someone who speaks my language- C-L-E-A-N!
WOW! Had the new cleaning crew- well, mini-crew of 2 nice Polish ladies who really knew how to clean...so happy! I feel like this white-plaster-dust has been lifted off my shoulders- or at least every other square inch of my house.
It s such a beautiful thing to witness, after so long under the mire of dingy floors and furniture. Now, all I have to do is slow-cook the dog who slept on the front sofa! ONE day, just one single day without the furry beasts ruining it all for me...I think that is why I love going ANYWHERE for vacation- no dogs to walk, clean up after- fuzz in my mouth...I'm sort of anesthetized to it while I'm home, but once you go somewhere and then come back to it...ugh, you realize how much it grates on your, or at least my, "clean" nerve.
You all know the about the different nerves in your body- don't you? For example, there is the "toilet paper roll hanging the wrong way- (because it should always cascade delicately over the top of the roll)" nerve, and the "Why couldn't the paper towel roll be replace with a new one" nerve, and one of my favorite pressure points, the "tripping on the boat-sized shoes which should be removed and left at the door- thank you but I don't need a broken ankle today" nerve.
Of course, none of that stuff TRULY matters- really, it's just a gripe for me to vent about. What really matters is how this unbelievably wealthy country has people starving, homeless, struggling just to survive with a gaggle of kids and no home to have them sleep in. My husbear called me from his office this morning to tell me that as he was leaving this morning- he saw a mother and her two kids awaking from under a tree in the park behind our home.
My defense mechanism immediately kicks in and tries to justify why they are there:
"Well, maybe one of her kids wakes up super early, so they were in the park from early on and got tired, so they laid down to take a rest and he just saw them getting up from a nap.
"My sister-in-law (who hasn't slept in 4 years), has at times has been out of the house with her daughter really early because they are up so early, so it could just be like that"
No matter how I could make out a different scenario- the grim reality is this: Homelessness exists everywhere....I mean, everywhere. Even if you live in some quaint little suburb anywhere across the nation- there is always going to be that one person outside of the pharmacy selling a Streetwise, or that person at the traffic light with a sign and a cup asking for a handout. Whether or not you make a contribution to that person's cause or not- it isn't something that can be ignored- because it simply will not go away by doing so.
Lets not forget to be generous to our fellow humans- I try, at least, to give someone the benefit of the doubt. If you don't donate some money to a favorite cause or charity (human or animal)- or the person on the corner at the light, at the local storefront- pick something that you believe in, and give a little to sponsor it....and if you don't- it's time that you did.
EZ
It s such a beautiful thing to witness, after so long under the mire of dingy floors and furniture. Now, all I have to do is slow-cook the dog who slept on the front sofa! ONE day, just one single day without the furry beasts ruining it all for me...I think that is why I love going ANYWHERE for vacation- no dogs to walk, clean up after- fuzz in my mouth...I'm sort of anesthetized to it while I'm home, but once you go somewhere and then come back to it...ugh, you realize how much it grates on your, or at least my, "clean" nerve.
You all know the about the different nerves in your body- don't you? For example, there is the "toilet paper roll hanging the wrong way- (because it should always cascade delicately over the top of the roll)" nerve, and the "Why couldn't the paper towel roll be replace with a new one" nerve, and one of my favorite pressure points, the "tripping on the boat-sized shoes which should be removed and left at the door- thank you but I don't need a broken ankle today" nerve.
Of course, none of that stuff TRULY matters- really, it's just a gripe for me to vent about. What really matters is how this unbelievably wealthy country has people starving, homeless, struggling just to survive with a gaggle of kids and no home to have them sleep in. My husbear called me from his office this morning to tell me that as he was leaving this morning- he saw a mother and her two kids awaking from under a tree in the park behind our home.
My defense mechanism immediately kicks in and tries to justify why they are there:
"Well, maybe one of her kids wakes up super early, so they were in the park from early on and got tired, so they laid down to take a rest and he just saw them getting up from a nap.
"My sister-in-law (who hasn't slept in 4 years), has at times has been out of the house with her daughter really early because they are up so early, so it could just be like that"
No matter how I could make out a different scenario- the grim reality is this: Homelessness exists everywhere....I mean, everywhere. Even if you live in some quaint little suburb anywhere across the nation- there is always going to be that one person outside of the pharmacy selling a Streetwise, or that person at the traffic light with a sign and a cup asking for a handout. Whether or not you make a contribution to that person's cause or not- it isn't something that can be ignored- because it simply will not go away by doing so.
Lets not forget to be generous to our fellow humans- I try, at least, to give someone the benefit of the doubt. If you don't donate some money to a favorite cause or charity (human or animal)- or the person on the corner at the light, at the local storefront- pick something that you believe in, and give a little to sponsor it....and if you don't- it's time that you did.
EZ
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