Wednesday, October 18, 2006
Sweet Child O Mine
Juan and I have added on to the family. My mom is even calling herself "Gramma Brenda".
We went and picked up Sancho Panza, the Wonder Poodle from the rescue home last Sunday. (The trek to Buffalo was an interesting one, what with the insane amount of snow and tree damage.)
Sancho is a very sweet, but VERY skinny (only 8 lbs) little black poodle. He was timid at first, though now we have discovered several of his endearing qualities, such as rolling in other dog's poop and ripping sanitary pads to shreds. (unused ones, and that was my sister's fault anyway)
I wish I had a picture to post, but the inlaws took my camera with them on vacation.
Hopefully soon!
We went and picked up Sancho Panza, the Wonder Poodle from the rescue home last Sunday. (The trek to Buffalo was an interesting one, what with the insane amount of snow and tree damage.)
Sancho is a very sweet, but VERY skinny (only 8 lbs) little black poodle. He was timid at first, though now we have discovered several of his endearing qualities, such as rolling in other dog's poop and ripping sanitary pads to shreds. (unused ones, and that was my sister's fault anyway)
I wish I had a picture to post, but the inlaws took my camera with them on vacation.
Hopefully soon!
Sunday, October 08, 2006
Toilet
I forgot to close the toilet seat again this week.
I dropped a bottle of Advil in there.
But it has a child safety cap on it, and no water got inside. And while the phobic side of my brain was screaming "Child-Proof does NOT mean Toilet-Germ-Proof!", the logical side of my brain said "If you spray it with Clorox cleaner, it will be FINE."
So I cleaned it with Clorox. But I will give Juan the first pill that comes out of that bottle.
I dropped a bottle of Advil in there.
But it has a child safety cap on it, and no water got inside. And while the phobic side of my brain was screaming "Child-Proof does NOT mean Toilet-Germ-Proof!", the logical side of my brain said "If you spray it with Clorox cleaner, it will be FINE."
So I cleaned it with Clorox. But I will give Juan the first pill that comes out of that bottle.
Monday, October 02, 2006
Overzealous Church Lady
I was walking into church on Sunday, when a pretty lady at the door handed me a paper and said brightly with a smile: "For Mothers of Young Children!"
I looked suspiciously around me for a young child that may have unwittingly attached itself to my shirt tail.
There were no young children on my shirt tail, OR looking through my purse for candy.
I handed the paper back to her and said "Uh, I don't HAVE any young children."
What I wanted to say was "Listen lady, can't you see that I am WAY too put together to have a screaming infant or naked toddler chasing me around the house all morning? For CHRIST'S SAKE, MY HAIR IS CURLED!"
I know, one day, I will not have the time or energy to wake up before church to curl my hair because there are 7 Puerto Rican bambinos with knots in their hair and snot on their shirt sleeves and shit in their diapers.
And on THAT day, when my hair is NOT curled, and my CLOTHES don't even match, THEN, you can approach me and hand me Sunday School registration forms.
I looked suspiciously around me for a young child that may have unwittingly attached itself to my shirt tail.
There were no young children on my shirt tail, OR looking through my purse for candy.
I handed the paper back to her and said "Uh, I don't HAVE any young children."
What I wanted to say was "Listen lady, can't you see that I am WAY too put together to have a screaming infant or naked toddler chasing me around the house all morning? For CHRIST'S SAKE, MY HAIR IS CURLED!"
I know, one day, I will not have the time or energy to wake up before church to curl my hair because there are 7 Puerto Rican bambinos with knots in their hair and snot on their shirt sleeves and shit in their diapers.
And on THAT day, when my hair is NOT curled, and my CLOTHES don't even match, THEN, you can approach me and hand me Sunday School registration forms.
