Posted by Carla
Thu, 27 Apr 2006 18:56:46 GMT
No I am not dumb enough to get another dog at this time, there was a new puppy at school yesterday afternoon. Little Sam from Justin’s pre-school got a Labradoodle for Easter.
Sam’s mom had brought it so Sam could show everyone and she was carrying it around and you could just tell she really liked that dog and was very happy to have it. I had a puppy flash back to when I brought Kozmo home. I was half in love with that dog and so excited to bring him home. Yeah, not that excited anymore.
I just wanted to warn her of all the terrible things to expect ….................. Kozmo’s whole life flashed in front of my eyes as I looked at that puppy. I could not believe someone else was going to have to go through what I have been through this past year with that dog. I just pittied her beyond measure. I wanted to say “Stop! You don’t know what your doing! Take it back while you still can!!!”
If I knew then what I know now I never would have allowed a Labradoodle in my house. We would have gotten another shi tzu and though we would have gone through plenty of awful puppy things I still would love the dog now and we would not have had half the trouble we have had with Kozmo since it would have been a much smaller dog. She would have been unable to snatch things from the counter and table and probably even the stuff on the end tables in the living room would have been safe. She could not have bitten holes in the children’s clothes while following them in the yard or eaten the many pair of tiffy’s panties. She could not snatch beer bread from the cooling rack or sandwiches from the children’s plates while they have gone to take a potty break during lunch. Yes, my feet would have been stuck in concrete over this one, no big dog. Poor Sam’s mother. She has no idea the trouble they have brought into their home.
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Posted by Carla
Wed, 26 Apr 2006 13:50:38 GMT
Last night I was straightening up after my parents, sister and her two children left. I was in the children’s bathroom taking their towels to the laundry and pulled on the towel hanging on the shower curtain rod. I jammed this rod up there myself, when I put the new shower curtain on 2 weeks ago, so I knew it was quite stuck. Alas, I was looking up when it came tumbling down on my head or my right eyebrow to be exact.
There is this nice little bone up there that did not take a heavy shower curtain with the very heavy new curtain and a very heavy towel on it. I think the power of the towel tug had something to do with it as well. I thought I was going to black out from the pain! How do boxer’s do it?
Tiffany and Justin were both naked in the hall waiting to crawl in the bath tub when I started shouting for the boo boo bear. Their naked little selves both ran down stairs to find me the boo boo bear which was not where it was suppose to be, in the freezer. I could just picture my poor naked babies looking for the boo boo bear in the freezer while they are becoming popsicles themselves.
I put the kids in the tub, readjusted the odius shower rod and went downstairs to put ice on my poor eyebrow area. Of course this is the time Doug comes home with Joshua and I have to explain the whole thing when all I want to do is sit down and feel sorry for myself. We pregnant women do that well. I am on an emotional roller coaster anyway.
I put my ice pack down to go get the kids out of the tub and into bed, and when I get back there is little pieces of clearish goo and plastic ice pack holder eveywhere on my floor. Now why would that stupid dog eat an ice pack? Did he think it was flavored? What gives dog?? Maybe the freezer smells it had soaked up over the years was too much for him to not take a taste.
This morning when I woke up and looked in the mirror I noticed my left eye was pretty poofy and then when I closed it, my eyelid is a beautiful purple color, Tiffany would just love it. Lets hope it stops there and does not travel further down to make a full blown black eye. I have too many things going on this weekend and really don’t want to deal with a black eye too!
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Posted by Carla
Tue, 18 Apr 2006 03:32:23 GMT
Our back yard is one muddy piece of property. Kozmo has managed to rip up what little grass there was and has made the back yard a real mud pit. It does not help that it has been raining huge storms every other day all month but he is definitely making matters worse.
Josh wanted to play with Kozmo outside today and so I let him. Doug had a rails meeting thing with one of his buddies and was gone from 3:30 on. Kozmo is outside playing and we just left him out while the kids ate supper. After supper Josh goes back out and this is when I notice just how black Kozmo has become chest down. I swear he must have just settled somewhere in a big pile of mud, he is totally black underside and rear.
Kozmo knows the drill when Doug does the washing off of the muddy dog so I follow it the best I know how. I have not actually done this job as I have left it to Doug but that dog is not going into my house as gross as he is at present. I turn on the water hose and Kosmo starts to run. I convince him to step up to the stairs, where Doug does the washing, and get a good portion of his front half cleaned up.
It is the rear part that poses the problem. As soon as I turn the water hose on his bottom he races off the stairs as if he is on fire instead of just wet. I am feeling sick and lousy anyway and this is not making me love this dog any more. So now he is watching me just out of my reach. He has his bottom in the air, front paws straight out ahead and head down looking at me for my next move. You may think, Carla he is bowing to your superior strength and might! but….. no, he is just poised to zig as soon as I zag, which he does. We do a dance around the yard and though I manage not to fall in the mud, a few times I thought I was going down. As soon as I think I may have outwitted him though he is happily running and sliding paths in my muddy yard.
So, what does any crabby, sick, pregnant wife do to the naughty muddy daddy’s dog? I left him outside for Daddy to deal with. Doug will be home at about midnight. Kozmo is not very happy. If only a dog had common sense, he could figure this one out and never mess with the mama again! He may be faster, but I have opposable thumbs and can turn a door knob.
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Posted by Carla
Mon, 17 Apr 2006 19:23:18 GMT
We live right by Kings Island and can see these incredible roller coasters from our front porch. We even get to hear the screams during the summer while there are people plummeting down hills and up from valleys. I have always loved roller coasters and was very excited to be living so close to a theme park.
I have lived here for about 7 years now and have ridden one roller coaster. My girlfriend Jill and I slipped away when her husband, Joey Viselli had pity on me last summer. He took all the kids so Jill and I could ride one together. We did this inside, dark coaster where you go from 0-60 in like 2 seconds. It was awesome!
You may ask, as I would, why have you lived here for 7 years and only ridden one roller coaster in all that time? Well, I have either been pregnant or had no one to keep the kids while I rode. Doug has never gotten a season pass until this summer. Our children beeing too small to ride anything but the kiddy rides I just look longingly at the coasters and walk on by. Doug is not a coaster kind of guy, in fact he hates them and sees not why any sane individual would ever wish to plummet and rise on rails while people are screaming in your ears.
With the children old enough for Doug to take around the kid section easily and him finally going to have a pass to come with us, coasters were on the agenda for my summer. I was trying to figure out how many chiropracter visits it would take if I actually did the Beast, the huge wooden roller coaster that is sure to give me whip lash. Yes, did you notice the “were”? Why? Why would I not ride these coasters of mine this summer when I have been looking forward to this summer for 7 years? Well, not by any choice of my own, but here I am pregnant again for the 4th time.
Yes, I know what causes it, No I was not trying, No I did not want to be pregnant again, but here I am 9 weeks last thursday and sicker than a dog. My pregnancies don’t just make me look like I have a watermelon tied about my waist, but adds weight all over. Yes, I just lost 25 pounds and it took me a year to do it. Pregnancy also makes me extremely sick. I am nauseous 24/7 and that is not a fun way to be, so I am also cranky and miserable. Ok, those sweet little ladies who just love to be pregnant? NOT ME! I am not good at it, and it is not fun, but alas, here I am. Unbelievable! Next year I am riding my coasters!!!!!!!
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Posted by Carla
Sat, 15 Apr 2006 18:23:36 GMT
Kozmo will simply not catch a break in this house. I know in my heart he is not a malicious dog but ohhhhh soooo naughty just the same! Today my children were cleaning the basement. This being one of their least favorite activities, takes a good 3 hours to accomplish. Each hour, I would walk downstairs , to check out the process, and the dog would follow. Mostly what I would see is Josh aimlessly carrying a garbage bag around, Tiffany laying down somewhere, and Justin jumping, off the couch, on the beanbag, off a chair, just jumping. Needless to say, the basement was not getting quickly cleaned so I would add threats and promises to what Doug had already offered up. Walking upstairs I of course do not think to call the dog back with me until I hear Josh scream. Kozmo has just pawed him across the forehead. Joshua has 2 nice red 4 inch long scratches running parallel between and above his eyebrows. This should make for a beautiful Easter picture tomorrow.
I go back down for another check an hour later and down comes Kozmo following me. Josh is still dragging his trash sack, Tiffany promptly lays down and hides her face when I tell her to pick up the trash I am stepping on. I think she still believes if she can’t see me I can’t see her, surly she will outgrow this stage soon. I want to believe she will one day obey me at once, each and every time I ask her to do something. But in my head I am thinking, yeah right, dream on! Justin is still Jumping. I turn to leave and Kosmo follows me up the stairs but I leave the door open and he runs right back down. Very soon Justin screams and cries. He comes up stairs and sure enough Kozmo got his face as well. From his Left eye out to his hair line are 3 scratches. They look like big ugly crows feet, but red.
Good grief, will it never end? Back to the hourly basement check, off I go. It actually looks much better. Daddy had come down shortly after I did the last time and added a month of no game cube if it was not clean by the time he came back from running errands. This incentive tends to work well with all concerned. I hate the game cube, the children hate to loose their privilege. Now, take away tv or movies, that is a bit harder on me. Well things are hopping right along with Justin. He is hopping like the Easter bunny while putting things away, Tiffy is hanging off the couch like a sloth, and Joshua’s trash bag has miraculously filled itself! I go back up stairs thinking quite highly of the no game cube threat when Tiffany starts screaming bloody murder. Kosmo managed to get by me this time and scratched her arm. He got one big claw to make an ugly mark on her poor little arm. Being the drama queen she is she is much more frantic than her brothers had been.
Yep, the day before one of the most picture taking days of our year and my children all have major evidence of Kozmo and his great big paws. Why can’t he just learn to keep his big paws off?
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Posted by Carla
Fri, 14 Apr 2006 03:02:34 GMT
You may think my 4 year old daughter would be a bit young for a body piercing but alas Doug’s big dumb dog Kozmo did not think so. Doug is out of town this week so of course something like this had to happen. Tiffany was kneeling in front of the dog hugging him and kissing his neck when he lifted his paw and put it on her face. His big claw actually went through her upper lip and scratched the inside gum.
Had I been a back woods kind of mama with a shot gun the dog might have been history. As it is I have barely given him the time of day this week, well, since Monday night anyway. I gave him 2 long walks monday and played a lot with him until the piercing. Needless to say, he is really missing his daddy at this point.
Back to Tiffy, I quickly picked up a sitter and left her with the boys. Tiffy and I raced down to the Children’s hospital ER and waited for almost 2 hours. I was really impressed with the doctors and nurses we saw, but they just cleaned it out good and gave her antibiotic ointment and an oral antibiotic as well. 4 1/2 hours later we were home and putting her to bed. Not a fun thing to happen when Doug is out of town. Well, never fun, but especially when there is no help.
Tiffany was a trooper though, I was really proud of her. She really was a good girl through all the trauma. She had it much more together than I did. The babysitter did not want to even take my money. I must have freaked her out a bit when I picked her up. I was, well, maybe a bit, sort of frantically crazy, even a little berserk and distraught, sort of overwrought, spazzed, and maybe even a bit on the alarming side. Yes if I was her, I would want nothing from me either. I hope she will come back, she is truly our favorite babysitter.
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Posted by Carla
Fri, 14 Apr 2006 02:38:05 GMT
So I have been a mostly single parent for like 1/3 of my daughter’s life. When Tiffany was born Doug went to work in Cleveland and started staying up there for a week or sometimes two at a time while I dealt with 3 small children at home. He had a cool job, working for a place that actually made equipment for brain surgery, how do you tell your hubby “you need to find something else, this brain surgery thing is getting old because of your travel schedule”. No, a loving wife would be supportive, at least the best she can right?
After a couple of years of that, he moved on to a couple of other jobs. These did not take him away every other week but every weekday till 6 or so. Then he worked his Lathi net business at night from home. Then it was a huge 4 or 5 month job in Indianapolis where he was gone all week and only home on the weekends. This was horrible.
He now has this awesome job that he loves in Virginia. He actually gets to work from home, has an awesome set up that he can even team hack with the people there. He only needs to go into the office in Virginia one week a month and is home for the rest. Oh yes, life is good. I can actually leave the kids watching tv or playing a video game and run to the store or post office when I need to. I can get things done! There is nothing like going to the grocery store with no kids. It becomes rather torturous to have to take children once you have experienced this bit of bliss.
Well, this week he is once again in Virginia and it has been just a terrible week. I can’t believe all the bad stuff that I have had to deal with as a single parent again this week. I have been so spoiled, I have just forgotten how miserable it was, and I am getting a good taste of it right now. One of the very worst parts though, is that I know he is eating so much better than I am…............ so not fair! ;)
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