Archive for March, 2009
Our beloved boxers (Chevy and Ashley) are great companions. I can’t imagine having them seperated. BUT – they have begun (every once in a while) fighting. Real fighting. ALWAYS because Chevy (the male) gets jealous over Ashley getting attention from any of us. Sometimes it’s been over food. Mostly attention.
I would LOVE to be able to correct this problem. We’ve met with our dog trainer, and we are trying. But I also feel that it’s too risky. Taylor(7) and Phoebe (4) LOVE these dogs, which is why I’m so worried. Taylor and Phoebe are ALWAYS right there with them. We’ve been lucky so far. But it only has to happen once. Phoebe (who is not taller than Chevy) could have been right there in between them when this happened. Dogs don’t care who’s in the way when they fight.
It’s hard for me right now because I love him. I feel like he belongs with us. But he’s the problem. He’s the one starting the fights. And in the long run, Ashley is a better fit for this family.
Murphy wants to keep trying to train him. OH HOW I WISH I BELEIVED THIS WOULD WORK?!!? My girls are upset too. Especially Taylor.
Will be trying harder – before a true decision is made. Have a call with the lady we adopted him from tongiht. Cross your fingers for us. Loving this dog is one thing, being MOM is another.
I did…REALLY !
So here’s the typical situation. I pulled into the carpool line….the teachers are getting both girls.. On the floor is an assortment of beads , cups, and other St Patrick’s Day trinkets from the parade.
Naturally the one that falls out is pictured above. It is my hope that the beads and other junk made it clear that this was parade fare and not “dad’s leftover cup.”
It may sound a bit harsh to say something like that about one’s son, but he did the unspeakable today. It was only because it was a typical Parker act that I overlooked it and allowed him to keep breathing.
Before going any further and to avoid the use of stomach churning words I want to begin by using the word “IT” from here on out to describe what he did. The word IT will replace what we all know as #2 and coincidentally IT rhymes with the word it replaces.
Our story begins earlier this afternoon. I put the twins down for their naps and retreated to my cave for a nap. As I was to find out, while I slept peaceful Parker was doing something so vile that it was impossible to believe…a quick jolt awake for me as I groggily went to his room after my nap.
My first clue and I can’t believe I missed it, was that Parker was dressed in a different outfit than he went to bed in.
I walked in his room and to my horror most of a full pack of baby wipes was spread all over his floor. However, making it worse was that each pile of wipes was covered in IT (remember the word we’re using to avoid problems). I immediately knew what had happened. He’d obviously done IT as he slept and was attempting to clean IT up.
Had this been all I probably would have been proud that he tried. However, upon further inspection I found IT on the carpet and IT on the steps to Jack’s bed and IT on his sheets and IT on his pillow and even IT on his wall up near the shelf on which I keep the wipes.
Time for a 10 second breather and to regroup my thoughts before proceeding. Since Parker had obviously changed clothes I asked him where his other clothes were. In the bathroom was the answer. I walked to the bathroom to find an equally bad scene.
The clothes and underwear full of IT were on the floor. IT was even on the floor in spots. IT was on the toilet seat. IT was on the bathroom rug and IT was even on a towel…the perfect place to wipe IT off I guess. Then I peered into the toilet and once again a sight to behold.
There was no water in the toilet; it was just crammed with a huge pile of wipes covered in IT. My first reaction was to flush. Not a good choice as the toilet was clogged with IT covered wipes and the water backed up to the rim.
Now it was time to double my regrouping efforts and just laugh. I mean he did try to take care of IT himself even if it made matters unbelievably worse.
I got a plastic bag and started loading in the wipes in the bedroom and the undies in the bathroom. Then it was time to plunge the toilet. All the dirty wipes were now gone. The brand new pack of wipes had about 10 left in it and I used those to clean IT off the bedroom wall, Jack’s steps, toilet and the bathroom floor. I sprayed the bedroom floor and got those spots up and then stripped the bed to wash everything. I also washed the bathroom rugs and towels.
A little Lysol, a little Febreze and everything was back to normal except a faint lingering smell of IT.
I jokingly started this blog by saying that I let Parker live, but honestly he had nothing to worry about. I guess more of a surprise to me was that my overall reaction wasn’t anger (like in the past) but rather admiration that he tried to fix things and laughter about the whole thing.
Gotta wrap this up. I just found another smear of IT on the bedroom door…gotta clean.
In the Spring of 1982 a somewhat shy 13 year old boy was gearing up for his first Spring Dance. He decided to ask a friend -a fellow 13 year old girl to go with him, and she accepted. He felt out of his league-wanting to impress and do all the things boys his age would do to win the favor of a date. He knew to be polite and treat girls like young ladies, and he wanted to do it all just right. His mom brought him to pick her up-his nerves worked up as he got out of the car. He asked for help pinning on the corsage, and then they were on their way. The dance was fun, even relaxed… and the night ended on a good note. And although neither was interested in “dating for real” after that dance, it was still a poignant moment in that young man’s life.
The young man was me, and the date was an attractive young woman with an amazingly outgoing personality named Melissa Duke. After the 8th grade we did not go to the same high school. In fact, I never saw her again after that…..A phone call with one of my best friends brought her memory back to me.
“This whole Melissa Duke thing still has me messed up,” my friend Steve said. I had NO idea what had happened three weeks before.
Melissa Duke Mooney passed away at the age of 41 on February 18. It was sudden. And she had not been ill until her last hours. Her Facebook page showed two beautiful little girls walking side by side-her daughters. I then Googled and found the obituary and began to read about the life of a woman I had not known for 27 years. As I read on I saw You Tube videos of her singing on stage, and saw that she was publishing a book. And in a strange moment I caught myself reconnecting with someone who I could not actually reconnect with at all….because she had passed on.
And although I did not know her at all in my adult life, I began to grieve…. for her…for her family. I asked “Why?”
Melissa was not only the first “dance date” I ever had. She was also the first peer of mine to pass away at this age. And for someone whom I did not know at all beyond 1982, I still grieve for her passing. And grieve for her husband and family in Nashville that must move on without her…and grieve for two little girls who have lost their mom in their youngest of years.
Sometimes the smallest moments in time leave the largest impressions on us…..I felt a loss of someone who I shared only a blink in time with…
I’ll close now…it’s getting tougher to read the screen. My prayers go out to the Mooney family tonight.
My entomological world was turned upside down last weekend and I have to share.
Being from New Orleans we have words and phrases for many things that are different from the rest of the world. We have brake tags, the world has motor vehicle inspection stickers. We have neutral grounds, the world has medians. We have street cars, the world has trolleys.
I grew up with a bug that all yats know as the mosquito hawk. The rest of the world knows it as the dragonfly. Since I currently don’t live in New Orleans my kids know these bugs as dragonflies. When I say something about a mosquito hawk the kids look at me and ask what I’m talking about and I have to explain that when daddy was a boy he called them something different. Then that of course leads to a bunch of “why is it a hawk”, “how come it doesn’t look like a dragon” questions. Yadda yadda yadda…you know the drill.
Now to bring up the second bug in this story. In most of the world it’s know as a crane fly. Right now they are all over my patio and stuck to my back door. When the door opens a dozen or so float in on the breeze. These are those giant looking mosquito like things that have the legs that easily break off. They just bounce around the walls in the house until they die or the kids see them and freak out because they are huge. (explaining that these bugs don’t bite means nothing because the size of the bug is enough to make the kids lose all sense of reasoning)
Anyway, I’ve always known these crane flies as “mosquito eaters” because they feast on mosquitos. They don’t bite people, they just annoy people…they bite mosquitos.
The shakeup in my bug world came when a friend saw the crane flies and called them mosquito hawks. I corrected her and told her that was not a mosquito hawk…a mosquito hawk is a dragonfly…these bugs are called mosquito eaters. So we went round and round a bit like Abbott and Costello until we were able to figure out that what she and her “people” called mosquito hawks is not what my “people” and I call mosquito hawks.
The next step of course was whipping out the Google and settling this score. Thanks to Google I figured out that the real name of the annoying bug is the Crane Fly and that the first nickname listed was the Mosquito Hawk. Waaaaaay down the list after Montana Fly, Daddy Long Legs, Leather Jackets, Tipula simplex, Chickenflies and such was the Mosquito Eater.
I did some more Googling and checking and these nasty pests are in fact mainly known as mosquito hawks, but the dragonfly is also known as the mosquito hawk. So, I guess we were both right, but the fact that something else is more commonly know as a mosquito hawk is just a total shock.
I also discovered that the crane fly’s #1 nemesis are birds…so finally these stupid ducks in my backyard can start earning their keep.