Foster a Pooch

I’m trying to convince Mr. M to allow us to open our home to foster a dog. If I didn’t have to work, I’d stay home with BabyC, Pup-Pup, and my 5 other nonexistent mutts. I’m a HUGE dog lover, and have a bigger heart than presently fits in my chest. I cry while watching any of the dog shows on TV. I want to save every dog from being euthanized.

Tman also shares my passion, and has high hopes to manage his own shelter when he grows up. I’ve told him that I’d be right there to support him, and volunteer in his shelter. While most 12 year old boys dream of becoming professional baseball players or wealthy business men, mine wants to save the world – or more specifically, the world’s dogs. I love that kid.

BabyC on the other hand enjoys terrorizing our poor dog. Chasing her and squawking with arms flailing. From the first day BabyC came home, we made it very clear to Pup-Pup who was in charge: BabyC. We’ve trained her to pretty much stay away from him. She’s a loving dog, but she is an animal. Period. Some days I really feel bad for her when all she wants to do is take a nap in peace.

We’re taking a family trip to Florida in about 3 weeks, so I’ve asked Mr. M to think about it and that we’d revisit when we return home. Potentially, we’d like to adopt another dog (an older dog), but Pup-Pup is our first, and we need to make sure we pick the right dog. We’re not sure if she could even live with another dog, so fostering would be a great opportunity to see how she reacts.

Keeping a Smile on My Face

I’m not going to lie; these last few days have been trying. I continue to try and keep a positive attitude. Music helps. A lot. Isn’t it amazing how a good song can make you feel? All better for those 3 short minutes, right?

On the other hand, nothing could make this little guy happy this morning (or in the middle of the night these days). Except baby cheese puffs. Lots of cheese puffs will make any pain go away.

My poor Pup-Pup was very sick last night, puking up her insides (including blood). She was happy when bedtime came since she got to sleep with Mom and Dad (for the first time ever). She seems ok today, though I’m keeping a close eye on her.

A diaper explosion rocked our house yesterday. I think BabyC was even checking his feet for a piece of rogue doo-doo. I know I found one in the dining room!

What other good stuff is going on? I swear I’m a happy person!

Today is *still* going to be a great day…

…even though I woke up with a sore throat. God love children and their germy-germs. Either way, it still will be a super day because I’m alive and healthy, right? A woman I didn’t know well passed away last night of cancer. She was in her early 40’s, with a husband and two children. She was diagnosed less than a year ago. The cliché “Life is too short” is not a cliché at all. It’s a true statement for many of us. Live for the now, tell the people you love that you love them. Appreciate them – even the little things they do.

I try to thank my husband, Mr. M for everything he does to help his family, and I don’t tell him to boost his ego. I tell him because I truly am thankful for meeting such a wonderful person. Speaking of thanking the guy…the last few months he’s been working on the last true reminder of what this house used to look like. One more coat of paint, a rug, some window covers, and this porch will be good as new!

Over the last few months, I’ve become somewhat of a TV addict. Usually, many of my programs get taped on the DVR, but never watched – because I just don’t have time. Lately I’ve been contemplating this new addiction. I attribute it to:
1. The invention of the DVR. Before DVR, I’d miss programs left and right because I was never available when the shows were on TV
2. The mental numbness TV provides. I’ve never been busier in my life than I currently am. TV is a way for me to truly escape! I don’t have to read anything, respond, think, react, or solve a problem. The TV does it all for me. It’s an outlet that allows me to just be…maybe not the best, but it’s working for me right now.

Hello World

My good friend Kate inspired me to start a blog. I’ve tried the blog thing before, but never really succeeded. I’m not entirely sure if I’ll keep up with this one, or what I hope to accomplish. I don’t expect any readers, though welcome anyone who should enter. I’m not quite sure of what I will talk about? Daily experiences? Deeper thoughts and feelings? We’ll have to see where this blog takes me (if anywhere).

I’ve recently adopted the mantra, “Today is going to be a great day.” I enjoy telling my infant and daily companion (my dog) this line each morning. It helps put my mind in a positive place.

I have an incredibly inspiring colleague (who I consider a friend as well) who has taught me so much about life in such a short span of time. I wish I had met her years ago. She takes nothing for granted, and lives her life the way a life should be lived. I don’t think she knows it, but she’s really helped me to self reflect and think about what I want out of life.

I keep journals for my kids. Writing in those journals helps to stop and reflect on their lives and experiences. I can’t help but smile while I write, and think about how wonderful it will be for both of my sons to have memories stored away…before they could even remember their experiences. There are no video clips or scrapbooks of me and my sisters as kids, and it makes me sad! My oldest loves to sit down with his good ole Ma and watch old VHS videos of him in diapers.

I work from home, and every day seems the same. I’ve been really trying to look at things differently each day…to change perspective, to do things a little differently. I’m working on it.

Perhaps this blog will serve as a “journal” for me?

So today, I try something new and start a blog.

I leave you with a picture of my work-buddy (and her brother).