Hungry Hippo

I do not know what to do with my dog. He eats everything. Shoes, glass, paper, leather bags - you name it, he will eat it. I am not just talking about chewing things. I mean full out digesting it until there is no trace. Yesterday I came home to find a half eaten prescription pill bottle. I went into full panic emergency mode. I gave him hydrogen peroxide to try to make him throw up. I was on the computer with poison control. I was rubbing his belly - anything I could do to try to get the pills out. Of course he did not throw up; he has a stomach of steel. I sat for the next three hours waking him up every few minutes because I was afraid if he fell asleep he would die. Matt walks in and goes to his computer where he finds a neat pile of pills next to his desk. Apparently Winston did not eat the pills - just the container. If this is what it is like to have children, I am not interested.

No more glass!

Today is my last glass fusing class. I am so sad. I really love this, but I just don't have the money or space for a kiln right now. I can pay to have the glass fired, but I won't have access to the fancy grinder to make it beautiful. I may still take the "lab" in August just to have access to the equipment. I don't know what I am going to do with all of this jewelry as it is.

I have 4 weeks of summer left. It seems like it goes by so fast, but I am already ready to go back. I miss the routine and the kids. (In April, I can never imagine saying that!) I do miss being able to cuddle with the animals all day. I am sitting on the couch and Squeaky and Winston are both laying down next to me. If I could take them to school with me, life would be perfect.

Home Sweet Home

I love to travel, but I love to be home more. There is truly no place I would rather be. I am happy to be with the kitties and Winston.

Today I have been the laundry diva. I hate laundry more than anything else and I have done multiple loads today. Maybe if I take a nap it will magically take care of itself.

Oprah and Fireworks and Tears

I pretend to be pretty tough. I have encountered a lot in my life and overcome my fair amount of adversity without completely falling apart. I never blamed anyone and I never looked back. This gives me some "street cred" and helps me put on a pretty tough front. The truth is I am a softie.

I cry about everything. Today I turned on the television to Oprah (which I hardly ever watch) and Dolly Parton was on. As soon as she started to sing, I started to cry. Then Kenny Rogers walks out and I am sobbing. No real reason, just stirs up some kind of emotion every time I hear them. I guess it reminds me of my childhood; the good parts.

I cry during fireworks - everytime. I cry when I watch championship games. I cry when I watch the finale of American Idol or Hell's Kitchen. I cry during musicals. (So far, Mary Poppins holds the record with four times, but Wicked came in a close second). I cry the last day of school. I cry when I watch my students perform at PTA meetings. I cry when I see unlikely animal friends. Today I saw a goat and a great dane that were best friends. Of course, I cried.

Believe it or not I am not a bumbling mess most of the time.

Company is coming

I am not the best housekeeper. It was so much easier when I was single, but now that there are two of us I feel overwhelmed most of the time. My house is not dirty by any stretch of the imagination and probably not even messy compared to most people, but I expect a lot. I spent 6 hours cleaning yesterday. I was so pleased and ready for my guests this weekend. Today my husband came home sick from work and now I am looking around and seeing "stuff" where it isn't supposed to be. I may have to ban him from the house until our guests get here.

On a Positive Note

My foot seems to be feeling a bit better. I think mostly because I have stayed off of it for the day. I did get a cortisone shot and now I remember why I don't usually do that. I have a dizzy-style headache and am up at 2am with a rumbly tummy. I have had cortisone shots over the years for the pain in my hands, and now I remember why I put them off. The good news is my Squeaky is an imsomniac and sits up with me on nights I can't sleep.

I am supposed to hear back from the radiologist to find out if I have a hairline fracture or not. I am not sure they can do anything about that anyway, but I guess it is good to know. Winston is not loving the fact that I can't take him on mid-day walks. He is a good dog though and just hangs out near me wherever I am.

I am positive I am very far from the glamourous life today.

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