Meet Baxter.......

 

 

Awwwwww.......isn't he adorable???? .....................Wouldn't you just love to squeeze that big head of his? .............................Couldn't you just curl up beside him and cuddle right on to sleep? ...................Can't you just imagine the loyalty he shows? 

 

 

 

What you don't know!!!

 

 

In a matter of three weeks, Baxter, that cute, adorable, loyal dog above, who has recently become a full time house dog, has managed to find some interesting stuff (to him) in the trash can, that he'd thought he'd share with the whole family by stretching it all through the kitchen. He's managed to empty a toilet bowl of water (I hope it was 'clean' water), destroy the blinds that were on my daughters window and leave dog hair all over her bed.  His tongue has put a filmy sludge on every window pane he can reach so that now it looks like a constant haze when you look outside.  He has laid right in the path going from the shower to the bedroom which caused me to trip over him one night when it was dark, causing rug burns on both knees and my bare ass to shine.  Baxdini has somehow been able to get the curtain off of the back door, pile it in the floor, stomp all over it......and still leave it in one piece. BUT.....the coup de grace would be last night when I walked in and saw three out of the four back cushions of the couch in the floor and on one end, huge piles of white stuffing oozing out of the bottom cushion and Baxter standing there looking at me as if to say, "I didn't do it!"

 

 

Still think he's cute?  C'mon, ya know you'd like to take him home with ya.  He doesn't use the bathroom in the house (watch your toilet bowls and showers....he likes to jump in the shower with people).  C'mon, look at that face..................Look into those eyes.............Your hearts beginning to crack......I can hear it...............You know you want him..............How could you say NO to a face like that? .............Take him.............Feed him............Love him.

 

PLEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 I don't think my house is big enough for the both of us

I’ve been driving the car pretty much since we came back from the beach. It’s saving me tons in gas money but I really miss the stereo in the truck. The car only gets a few stations and none really come in all that clear. Not sure why that is but it really stinks. If there happens to be a good song on and I turn it up, the speakers rattle. I’m not trying to bust anyone’s eardrum either, just the normal turning up of the radio. This just ain’t cutting it.

I didn’t realize how MUCH I had missed the truck until I climbed in on Monday morning to drive to work. There’s just something about the way it fits against my butt…. Not to mention that I can SEE. The car sits so low to the ground that I feel like I’m in a go-kart and feel like I can’t see much when I’m in it.

But……Back to the radio.

There is just no comparison between the truck stereo and the car stereo (if you want to call it that ). Once I got settled in the truck, I dove straight for the remote for the stereo. Flipping through the channels told me the same thing that I already knew. The radio stations SUCK!! They play the same crap over and over and mainly talk shows in the morning. There’s nothing worse to me than listening to someone TALK for my 30-minute ride to work. I need music to get my blood pumping.

To my dismay, I found out that a couple of my CD’s had been broken(I haven’t been in the truck for about three weeks but youngest daughter has………..there will be an inquisition) and to my surprise……….I found youngest daughter’s CD case in the truck. She has better music than I do anyway, so this was good. I flipped through and found something to rock me to work.


If I could have the truck stereo in the car, then I’d be happy. Good gas mileage and great tunes . What more could a person ask for

I have no inspiration. That’s my problem. I can’t think beyond the NOW and the NOW isn’t offering a whole heck of a lot to get me excited. How sad is that? My life is not exciting me at the moment. Not that I’m bored….well, maybe a little but it happens. Life can’t be a big bowl of fun all the time I suppose. Although, it would make it much easier to live it and give me a little more something to look forward to.

I don’t think I have fallen into a full rut just yet. I may be teetering on the side a little but I'm still trying to stay out of the mud. There's just not much on my list to care about right now.

Sure, I care about my kids and what they’re doing and the typical stuff that goes on day to day. Like my job. I’d like to keep it but I don’t particularly LIKE it. At this point it’s just a job. It helps pay the bills. Which I might add are a pain in my ass ALL the time but I trudge along day by day to take care of what must be taken care of. I like the fact that I’m breathing. That’s ALWAYS a good thing. If not for breathing, I wouldn’t have to worry about anything so I do care about that.

I care about a friend that’s in the hospital after having part of his colon removed but have I been to see him? No, I haven’t. It’s complicated and a piss poor excuse that I’m rather embarrassed to admit. So I won’t. I care that another friend just had a baby on Tuesday. I won’t be visiting her in the hospital either. My own personal thing on this one is I don’t visit babies in hospitals unless they’re my own or will be coming from one of my own. Just my thing. Don’t know why, just is. I care that I haven’t seen my mother in a week and that’s only because she brought lunch to me at work last week. My defense? SHE’s working all the time. I don’t get to see her as often as I once did nor do I get to talk to her as often. When I have free time, she’s sleeping or working. When she has free time, I’m usually working. Our schedules don’t mesh anymore. This bugs me.

I have dying rose bushes. I have an evergreen bush that’s dying also. I can’t remember what it is but I don’t guess it matters anyway. It’s hard to be an evergreen when you’re dead. Our tomato plants look like really sad green apples. I don’t know what’s wrong with them. They look pitiful. They look like they’re dying too. Now that I think about it, the whole damn yard seems to be dying. Our grass is burnt…….but it is a pretty shade of orange/brown. I noticed this morning that there is some type of wild flower/weed growing around one of the trees in the front yard. My luck, it’s probably something poisonous.

How many days would I like to walk away from it all? Sometimes almost everyday, sometimes every other day, sometimes only every other week or so but the thought is always there….SOMEWHERE…. in the dark corners of my mind. Will I ever do it? Nope. I’m not a quitter. As much as I’d love to throw in the towel and live only for me, it’s not who I am. Plus, running away wouldn’t solve a damn thing anyway so why exhaust myself trying to do so.

I remember wanting to run away once as a kid. I was about 6 or 7. I had gotten in trouble for something….I can’t remember THAT part. After I got in trouble, I told Mama that I was going to run away. She promptly asked me where I was going and of course, I had no idea. She didn’t try to talk me out of it. She left my room and came back a minute later with a paper bag in her hand.

I had no idea what she was doing with the bag in her hand. I sat on the bed and watched as she opened the bag, started opening my dresser drawers taking my clothes and putting them in the bag.

Me: “What are you doing?”

Mama: “I’m helping you pack.”

Me: “Why?”

Mama: “So you can run away.”

Me: “But I don’t know where I’m going”

Mama: “That’s ok. I do.”

Me: “Where?”

Mama: “I’m going to finish helping you pack, then I’m going to take you to your Daddy’s house”

Me: “I don’t think I want to run away anymore”

I have no idea why I remember this conversation but Mama didn’t say anything. She just started unpacking my clothes and putting them back in the drawers. After she was done, she told me to get in bed. She tucked me in, kissed me goodnight and told me she loved me. I didn’t want to run away again until I was a teenager.

You Are an "A-OK"

Your life philosophy can be summed up as, "Whatever will be, will be." Your greatest wish is to live each day a little better than the next. You are naturally calm and stable. Some people would call you a rock. You feel one with the world. You are a spiritual person, though no one who knows you would guess it.

I don't know about being a rock but I'd like to throw them sometimes

Hubby, our son, a friend of ours and I got to the river around 3:00pm on Saturday. Once we waded across to the island we always go to, we met some guy, his son and their dog. We ended up talking to them for awhile and playing with the dog. During the course of talking and playing with the dog, I heard the son ask his dad a couple of times if they could go home because he was hungry. I didn’t quite catch what the dad would say to the son other than to tell him to get him another beer.

After the second time I heard the boy say he was hungry, I offered him some of our food. Granted it wasn’t anything like a gourmet meal but hey, cheese and chips are better than going hungry. The boy refused. If it’s because he was bashful or if it was because he didn’t like either, I don’t know.

This pretty much went on throughout the afternoon. The son would ask his dad to take him home because he was hungry and the dad would say something (I couldn’t hear) and tell him to get him another beer. A little while later, I heard the dad ask Hubby and the friend that was with us if they had an extra beer. The friend gave the man a beer. A little while later, the dad asked for another. The friend gave him another.

I’m a little slow on the uptake sometimes but when it FINALLY registers in my head, I tell the friend to stop giving the man beer. Personally, I don’t give a crap if the man wants to sit in the water and drink himself stupid until he floats on down but he had his kid and his dog with him.

I have no idea how much the dad had had to drink but I did hear the son mention that they had been there since 8:00 that morning. It was probably around 6pm by this point. This boy had been on the river since 8:00am. I can only hope that he at least ate BEFORE he got to the river because he had nothing since he had been there. I kept offering him something to eat and drink but he kept refusing. If he had anything to drink, he had already done so before we got to the river because I didn’t see him have a sip of anything the whole time we were there.

I was getting frustrated because the dad wouldn’t take the boy home and get him something to eat but yet there wasn’t much I could do about it. I made several comments about taking the boy home because he was hungry but the dad just brushed them off saying, “Oh, he’s a tough kid, he’ll make it. All he wants to do is go home and sit his lazy ass on the couch.” My response was, “I can’t much blame him. If I’d been in the river all day with NOTHING to eat…I’d eat like a pig when I got home and flop my LAZY ass on the couch too.”

I got a warning look and a point from Hubby because he knew my mouth was getting ready to fly. There are times when I know when to keep my mouth shut and there are times when I just CAN’T keep my mouth shut. Hubby knew just by looking at me that THIS was one of those times when I was going to end up saying something that probably would’ve caused a whole bunch of shit so I like a little kid that was just sent to the time-out corner, I went to the sand and sat in my chair.

Unfortunately, I was still close enough to the father and son to cause my blood pressure to rise. After I went to my chair, I was there maybe 15 or 20 minutes before the dad started in on his son. The son has asked once AGAIN if they could please go home. The son was angry with every right in the world to be. The dad started degrading him right there in front of everyone. I can’t even remember everything that I heard and I only heard snippets of the conversation but the parts I did hear made my blood boil. At one point I heard the dad tell the kid that he was a piece of shit, to stop whining, he won’t nothing but a pussy…..stop acting like so-and-so (some name but I couldn’t hear)”. The only thing the boy said was, “I’m not. We’ve been here 8:00. I want to go home. I’m hungry.” The dad looked at him saying, “…..stop being a bitch TIFFANY, no one likes a bitch TIFFANY.” The boy once again said, “I want to go home”. Dad started again, “Don’t be such a pussy, TIFFANY……..stop your whining……You’re always a pussy.” The boy jumps out of the water and takes off to the other side of the island. I jump out of my chair and tell the dad, “I bet you’re always a dick!!”

I never got to finish what I intended on telling the dad because Hubby came out of nowhere, grabbed my arm and half dragged me to the other side of the island. Telling me the whole time to shut my mouth. Stay out of it. Leave it alone before HE gets involved and has to kick the dad’s ass because I won’t shut my mouth. I was angry with Hubby for not letting me speak up but once I cooled down, I understood his reasoning, kind of. We moved our stuff to the other side of the island but I kept my eyes on the boy the whole time and Hubby kept his eyes on me. They finally left about 15 minutes after we moved.

I feel so helpless in situations like this that it frustrates me to no end and sometimes I really don’t know whether I should thank my husband for keeping me alive or cuss him for not feeling as passionate about things as I do. Ok…not as passionate isn’t the right wording. He cares. I think he just has more sense in situations like this. I tend to react on emotion. Which in most cases is never good. He tends to react with common sense. Which isn’t necessarily always right.

Either way, it sucks!!