Sarcasm Alert!


Language alert: this is me in my don’t care kind of mood.  If swearing offends you this post isn’t your cup of tea.


This is probably one of those posts where a certain percentage of my readers are going to gasp and think “she’s such a horrible parent!”  Maybe I am.  I prefer to think of it as giving my kids a well-rounded education in “how to be a mature human.”  Something like that.   Of course, we’re still working on the basic stuff like “how to pick up after yourself” and “how to use the toilet without leaving a mess,” so I guess this is a work in progress.

Raising kids is weird.  Seriously weird.  I mean, how can you have this philosophical discussion with them one moment and the next you’re screeching at them to wash their hands because “we don’t pick our noses!?”  Weird.  They had a discussion tonight on who was the robot and who was the alien.  Newsflash kids, you’re all aliens.  Until you’re … say … somewhere around 20.  Even then, it’s debatable.


Dog Problems


They say your family pet resembles you in temperament.  If that’s true, our family dog is a neurotic mess.

Last weekend we went house hunting.  Dog went to the dog boarder – a local family who specializes in only boarding big dogs.  She gets lots of play time, walks, and personal attention – it’s a great set up!  Normally she has fun, but this time something went wrong.