After my post yesterday about Tos not being a responsible pet owner, he walked the dog today. Not without prodding mind you, but walk the dog he did. For all of, oh, I don't know, maybe 20 minutes or less.
*Sigh*
LOL
I loves me some kids! I really do.
Saturday, December 19, 2009
Friday, December 18, 2009
Friday Thoughts -N- Dog Toyz -N- Bad Boyz LOL
Sooooo....here it is Friday, December 18, 2009. Work was, well, 'work;' hot-n-slightly boring with a tad bit of anxiousness sprinkled therein. None of us could wait to get out of there and start our 2-week layoff/shutdown/hiatus.
I think I know what I'm getting Delilah for Christmas and I pretty much know what I'm getting for Derek. Tosiff's already got most of his under the tree, but I want to add a couple more items for his Christmas booty, lol.
Oh! And the lil furry guys! I definitely need to add more schtuff for them to rip in to! I can't seem to find 'truth in advertising' when looking for that 'indestructible' chew toy because Scout's massive canines would rip through titanium methinx. Even lil Scruffy destroys the toys I buy for him. Scruffy's personal fiendish mission is to de-squeak every single squeaky toy he gets; he will not rest until the noise maker has been neutralized. It's Search and Destroy all the way, lol.
After a very brief introduction, the chew toy is shredded into 4,367 crumb-sized pieces with the plastic Squeak of Evil nearby, complete with bite marks all around the edges. Funny thing is, Scruff will carry what's left of the outer shell of the toy in his mouth and parade around the house ---head held high, tail curled over his back--- with as much pomp and circumstance as Princess Di's wedding procession. He's such an adorable dog!
Less than a half hour ago I had to startle Scout into submission. "STOP THAT!" I barked (pun soooooo intended, lmao) as he lay beside me chewing on the area rug in the foyer. Can't blame him really---Tos hasn't lived up to his end of the bargain regarding Scout. Whatsoever. At all. I hear Tos in the other room playing Call of Duty yet he doesn't take the time THE DOG needs to burn off pent-up energy. Poor Scout. He needs to release boredom via exercise and frankly, he doesn't get nearly enough. I've tried walking him and he nearly rips my shoulder out of its socket with his brute strength. So, yeah, that's a job with "Tos" written all over it.
I *hate* thinking about all the sacrifices I've made to make my kids happy (can you say 'Scout'?) and then they don't ever fulfill the promises made to me regarding such acquisition. Remember all the things you promised to do, Tos? Even if you were tired from baseball practice. Even if there was snow outside. Let's hope you keep promises to your wife with more tenacity than those you've made to me. :`(
And here's the quasi-funny ironic part: I'm going to look at another doggie tomorrow. Trying to save the pooch from the pound and certain death. Only thing is, no one knows much about the dog so that's why we're making a visit: to get upcloseandpersonal with the lil furry guy.
More on that later, lol.....
I think I know what I'm getting Delilah for Christmas and I pretty much know what I'm getting for Derek. Tosiff's already got most of his under the tree, but I want to add a couple more items for his Christmas booty, lol.
Oh! And the lil furry guys! I definitely need to add more schtuff for them to rip in to! I can't seem to find 'truth in advertising' when looking for that 'indestructible' chew toy because Scout's massive canines would rip through titanium methinx. Even lil Scruffy destroys the toys I buy for him. Scruffy's personal fiendish mission is to de-squeak every single squeaky toy he gets; he will not rest until the noise maker has been neutralized. It's Search and Destroy all the way, lol.
After a very brief introduction, the chew toy is shredded into 4,367 crumb-sized pieces with the plastic Squeak of Evil nearby, complete with bite marks all around the edges. Funny thing is, Scruff will carry what's left of the outer shell of the toy in his mouth and parade around the house ---head held high, tail curled over his back--- with as much pomp and circumstance as Princess Di's wedding procession. He's such an adorable dog!
Less than a half hour ago I had to startle Scout into submission. "STOP THAT!" I barked (pun soooooo intended, lmao) as he lay beside me chewing on the area rug in the foyer. Can't blame him really---Tos hasn't lived up to his end of the bargain regarding Scout. Whatsoever. At all. I hear Tos in the other room playing Call of Duty yet he doesn't take the time THE DOG needs to burn off pent-up energy. Poor Scout. He needs to release boredom via exercise and frankly, he doesn't get nearly enough. I've tried walking him and he nearly rips my shoulder out of its socket with his brute strength. So, yeah, that's a job with "Tos" written all over it.
I *hate* thinking about all the sacrifices I've made to make my kids happy (can you say 'Scout'?) and then they don't ever fulfill the promises made to me regarding such acquisition. Remember all the things you promised to do, Tos? Even if you were tired from baseball practice. Even if there was snow outside. Let's hope you keep promises to your wife with more tenacity than those you've made to me. :`(
And here's the quasi-funny ironic part: I'm going to look at another doggie tomorrow. Trying to save the pooch from the pound and certain death. Only thing is, no one knows much about the dog so that's why we're making a visit: to get upcloseandpersonal with the lil furry guy.
More on that later, lol.....
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Alot of Nothing, LOL
Sometimes I just don't have anything to say. Well, nothing worthwhile or earth-shattering, or even meagerly interesting.
Methinx today is one of those times.
I'm tired. Sleeeepy, zzzzz...
Upset that my unemployment check has been delayed AGAIN.
Wondering about Christmas gifts and all that's left to do yet.
Thinking I'll prolly do a ton of cookie baking --with my daughter's help!!-- over the holidays.
Looking forward to next week's layoff/Christmas shutdown.
See? Told you I had alot of nothingness to say.
Have a nice day.
:-)
Methinx today is one of those times.
I'm tired. Sleeeepy, zzzzz...
Upset that my unemployment check has been delayed AGAIN.
Wondering about Christmas gifts and all that's left to do yet.
Thinking I'll prolly do a ton of cookie baking --with my daughter's help!!-- over the holidays.
Looking forward to next week's layoff/Christmas shutdown.
See? Told you I had alot of nothingness to say.
Have a nice day.
:-)
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Honey, It's C-c-cccold Outside!
Temperature yesterday: a balmy 54 degrees. Temp right now: a bone-chillin', gusty, and generally yukky 22 degrees. Bah Hum Bug!
Blustery days like today stir within me feelings long suppressed. It's the snuggle factor I'm missin' and missin' it terribly methinks. Most of the time I don't dwell on such thoughts. Until a (female) co-worker asked me out of the blue, "Nita, are you seeing anyone special?" to which I replied, "No," which inevitably triggered, "Don't you want to find that special man, Nita?" which garnered a response out of me thusly,"I'm not looking. And I'm quite content with the status quo. Don't have to answer to anyone; can come and go as I please...a pretty simple existence uncluttered by man-issues."
My curious Asian girlfriend doesn't seem to be able to process my answer, lol. She retorts with 'she's never been alone since she became an adult and can't imagine not having a special someone in her life.'
Two things come to mind. #1, I feel sorry for her for having the need to be with someone in order to feel complete. #2, I feel sorry for me for not having that Snuggle Partner, dammit!
What's wrong with moi? I've been single so long (10 years now) that it's second nature to me. I don't think I'd know what to do with a man if he was standing right in front of me. OK, scratch that. I would know what to do in that department, lol, but as for Everyday Use, I'd be at a loss, hahahaaaa. Seriously though, I *DO* miss the huggles --that's intense hugging while snuggling-- the caresses, the little things couples do for each other just because.
Maybe someday. Maybe someday I'll find somebody. Special.
Blustery days like today stir within me feelings long suppressed. It's the snuggle factor I'm missin' and missin' it terribly methinks. Most of the time I don't dwell on such thoughts. Until a (female) co-worker asked me out of the blue, "Nita, are you seeing anyone special?" to which I replied, "No," which inevitably triggered, "Don't you want to find that special man, Nita?" which garnered a response out of me thusly,"I'm not looking. And I'm quite content with the status quo. Don't have to answer to anyone; can come and go as I please...a pretty simple existence uncluttered by man-issues."
My curious Asian girlfriend doesn't seem to be able to process my answer, lol. She retorts with 'she's never been alone since she became an adult and can't imagine not having a special someone in her life.'
Two things come to mind. #1, I feel sorry for her for having the need to be with someone in order to feel complete. #2, I feel sorry for me for not having that Snuggle Partner, dammit!
What's wrong with moi? I've been single so long (10 years now) that it's second nature to me. I don't think I'd know what to do with a man if he was standing right in front of me. OK, scratch that. I would know what to do in that department, lol, but as for Everyday Use, I'd be at a loss, hahahaaaa. Seriously though, I *DO* miss the huggles --that's intense hugging while snuggling-- the caresses, the little things couples do for each other just because.
Maybe someday. Maybe someday I'll find somebody. Special.
Monday, December 14, 2009
Another WOW; God always amazes me
"Don't mess with your phone Nita," this 'voice' kept repeating over and over in my head this morning as I left for work. Still dark at 5:30 a.m., I left out for work like any other morning. But this wasn't going to be like any other morning. I forgot to get a styrofoam cup over the weekend so I had to make a quick detour to the local Speedway. Gotta have ice water at work or else! No matter the season, it's hot in there.
"Do NOT be distracted by your phone Nita," iterated this 'voice' again and again.
I left the gas station and wanted to call Delilah to make sure she was awake. My alarm clock had petered out the night before and she was using her phone as an alarm to get me --and herself-- up. Since she didn't have to wake up til 5:30 a.m., I wanted to make sure she did indeed get up in time. So I gave her a ring. Good, she was up and at 'em.
I continued on my way to work, east on Raymond Street towards State Street. "OH! I forgot to remind her about the pizza she can have for breakfast! She'd like that!" So I tussled with my conscience on whether or not to text her to let her know about the pizza in the fridge. I was approaching a red light so I texted with great speed (still not a smart thing to do while behind the wheel, no matter what). The light changed and I got off the last word and hit the 'send' button.
My eyes darted from the cellphone screen to the road to the cellphone screen to the road, all the while the voice inside me nagging me to NOT BE DISTRACTED BY THE PHONE. It was sooooo prevalent...the voice....inside my head....or was it my soul.... I actually became puzzled by its persistence.
Still plodding along my route, it was just me on that dark and desolate 4-lane road. I put my phone in the passenger seat and then focussed my sight on what was ahead of me. Mere seconds passed. Less than a minute passed since I hit the 'send' button reminding Lilah of the pizza in the fridge.
"What? What the fu....?" I said aloud. I shook my head in disbelief, and discounted what I thought I saw. Until it became vividly clear to me that what thought I was seeing was indeed what I was seeing.
Coming full speed ahead right towards me in my lane was a pickup truck driving on the wrong side of the road! I immediately swerved off the road to avoid a head-on collision. He never braked or attempted to slow down. He zoomed past me as I sit in a puddle of trembling nerves.
Always listen to that still, small voice in your head.
"Thank you Jesus, thank you Jesus, thank you Jesus" I said over and over. Visibly shaken I picked up my cellphone and called 911 to report what had just happened. I watched the truck in my rear view mirror. He never attempted to right himself by cutting over and getting into the lane he should have been in in the first place.
I eased back on the road but my mantra all the way to work was "Thank you Jesus" because today, this morning, I could have been a fatality.
I learned in Defensive Driving Course (yes I was ordered to take the class in my youth) that a 30-mph head-on collision is certain death for both drivers. We both were going faster than that.
I wasn't meant to die today.
Thank you God. May your name be glorified by my lips.
"Do NOT be distracted by your phone Nita," iterated this 'voice' again and again.
I left the gas station and wanted to call Delilah to make sure she was awake. My alarm clock had petered out the night before and she was using her phone as an alarm to get me --and herself-- up. Since she didn't have to wake up til 5:30 a.m., I wanted to make sure she did indeed get up in time. So I gave her a ring. Good, she was up and at 'em.
I continued on my way to work, east on Raymond Street towards State Street. "OH! I forgot to remind her about the pizza she can have for breakfast! She'd like that!" So I tussled with my conscience on whether or not to text her to let her know about the pizza in the fridge. I was approaching a red light so I texted with great speed (still not a smart thing to do while behind the wheel, no matter what). The light changed and I got off the last word and hit the 'send' button.
My eyes darted from the cellphone screen to the road to the cellphone screen to the road, all the while the voice inside me nagging me to NOT BE DISTRACTED BY THE PHONE. It was sooooo prevalent...the voice....inside my head....or was it my soul.... I actually became puzzled by its persistence.
Still plodding along my route, it was just me on that dark and desolate 4-lane road. I put my phone in the passenger seat and then focussed my sight on what was ahead of me. Mere seconds passed. Less than a minute passed since I hit the 'send' button reminding Lilah of the pizza in the fridge.
"What? What the fu....?" I said aloud. I shook my head in disbelief, and discounted what I thought I saw. Until it became vividly clear to me that what thought I was seeing was indeed what I was seeing.
Coming full speed ahead right towards me in my lane was a pickup truck driving on the wrong side of the road! I immediately swerved off the road to avoid a head-on collision. He never braked or attempted to slow down. He zoomed past me as I sit in a puddle of trembling nerves.
Always listen to that still, small voice in your head.
"Thank you Jesus, thank you Jesus, thank you Jesus" I said over and over. Visibly shaken I picked up my cellphone and called 911 to report what had just happened. I watched the truck in my rear view mirror. He never attempted to right himself by cutting over and getting into the lane he should have been in in the first place.
I eased back on the road but my mantra all the way to work was "Thank you Jesus" because today, this morning, I could have been a fatality.
I learned in Defensive Driving Course (yes I was ordered to take the class in my youth) that a 30-mph head-on collision is certain death for both drivers. We both were going faster than that.
I wasn't meant to die today.
Thank you God. May your name be glorified by my lips.
Friday, December 11, 2009
Spirit In The Sky and Derek's Birthday
Today is Friday, December 11th, 2009. My oldest son's birthday is Sunday---wow, 20 years young. I can barely remember fragments of my life at that age but I do recall the intensity of immortality and fearlessness. HA! Does maturity ever reign those two wild perceptions into submission, lol.
My life's in a transitional period right now; being laid off from my job of 3 years has a way of putting everything into upheaval. But when I reflect on my past I realize I've had many hurdles, speedbumps, and obstacles to overcome in order to thrive. I survived it all. But I've gained enough wisdom to realize in this life I must keep passing through the fires til I'm all that I should be. (P.S. Thank you God for this fireproof armor you've given me. It's tough as nails and I've yet to learn all its toots and whistles! I'm at your command, though, whenever you're ready, er, you think I'm ready, to grasp the next step).
Faith is a gift from God. I can't manufacture it, duplicate it, or otherwise author it. I thank Him sooooooo much for this special favor. I truly cannot imagine my life ---with all its failures, triumphs, disasters and achievements--- without faith in God and knowing that I am secure in His Hands. In His Might. I am. Secure. Through thick. Through thin. In the midst of turmoil and on the outskirts of calamity He orders peace. Be still. And it is. As He commands.
No matter what befalls you, what oppresses you, what threatens you, or what overwhelms you, He will not be defeated. Rest in that. Fasten tightly your armor of faith and STAND. Watch in awe the mountains that move, the obstacles that disappear, and the blazoned path before you.
And always always maintain a spirit of thankfulness. In all things.
Son, as your special day approaches, I want to bestow upon you all the hopes, dreams, and prayers of every good thing that I've ever wanted for you. Take my gift, tuck it away in your heart and be still. He is working a good work in you and nothing on this earth could ever be more dynamic, more consequential, or more signifcant than that.
I love you.
My life's in a transitional period right now; being laid off from my job of 3 years has a way of putting everything into upheaval. But when I reflect on my past I realize I've had many hurdles, speedbumps, and obstacles to overcome in order to thrive. I survived it all. But I've gained enough wisdom to realize in this life I must keep passing through the fires til I'm all that I should be. (P.S. Thank you God for this fireproof armor you've given me. It's tough as nails and I've yet to learn all its toots and whistles! I'm at your command, though, whenever you're ready, er, you think I'm ready, to grasp the next step).
Faith is a gift from God. I can't manufacture it, duplicate it, or otherwise author it. I thank Him sooooooo much for this special favor. I truly cannot imagine my life ---with all its failures, triumphs, disasters and achievements--- without faith in God and knowing that I am secure in His Hands. In His Might. I am. Secure. Through thick. Through thin. In the midst of turmoil and on the outskirts of calamity He orders peace. Be still. And it is. As He commands.
No matter what befalls you, what oppresses you, what threatens you, or what overwhelms you, He will not be defeated. Rest in that. Fasten tightly your armor of faith and STAND. Watch in awe the mountains that move, the obstacles that disappear, and the blazoned path before you.
And always always maintain a spirit of thankfulness. In all things.
Son, as your special day approaches, I want to bestow upon you all the hopes, dreams, and prayers of every good thing that I've ever wanted for you. Take my gift, tuck it away in your heart and be still. He is working a good work in you and nothing on this earth could ever be more dynamic, more consequential, or more signifcant than that.
I love you.
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