Entries from October 21, 2007 - October 27, 2007
THE Mommy
My dog is stinky.
Made appointment for groomer.
Named Tiny Bubbles
Chester is anxious
Fell off table way too scared
Blood everywhere…eww!
It’s OK Buddy
Let me find the source of blood
Sit still you big lug
I said “Sit Still PLEASE”
Yucky. You lost a toe nail.
“SIT NOW CRAZY DOG”
Oh, no…you did NOT
I should not have raised my voice
You pooped everywhere!
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Needless to say, Chester’s recent grooming experience SUCKED! We adopted the poor dog from the Australian Shepard Rescue League on January 1st of this year. We were approved for adoption rather quickly, however it took about 9 months for us to find the “right” dog for our family. He is really a big love…and I mean BIG. He is 90 lbs. The typical Aussie is around 45 lbs. We joke that we got a 2fer. He is pure Aussie, but looks like he was bred with a Newfoundland. He is such a gentle giant. He’s so sweet and so great with our other dog and, most importantly, the kids.
We figured out very early on that he had a weakness for baked goods. He ate a freshly baked banana bread right off the counter. In his defense, I make the world’s best banana bread. It’s a secret family recipe passed down from my grandmother. THE Daddy literally had to wait to marry me to get ahold of the recipe. Even then I waited a couple of years before giving him the “directions” *tee hee*. ANYHOW, I am able to discipline Chester, however when THE Daddy raises his voice, he immediately goes into “submissive” mode. For those of you without dogs…this is when he sinks as low to the ground as he can possibly get…kind of a “you can’t see me” pose. This is the second time he has actually shat himself with a male raising his voice. The people who surrendered him to the Rescue League must have abused him, specifically the husband.
People who abuse animals SUCK! I’m thankful today that Chester is now with a loving family in a safe home. Also, very thankful/relieved that Resolve Carpet Cleaner removes blood from carpet. He tracked it ALL OVER the house before we realized he was still bleeding! Picture little doggy footprints leading from the upstairs Master Bedroom, down the stairs and out the back slider.
SO, how’s that for my first Haiku Friday? If you’d like to join in, check it out at: Playgroups are No Place for Children.
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We hosted a pumpkin carving party over the weekend for about 75 of our closest friends and family…and their friends and family…and a few more people I didn’t know. It was actually a lot of fun. THE Daddy recently finished building a bar, family room, bathroom and playroom in the basement, so we had plenty of room to spread out. In case you haven’t read the MommyCosm About page, THE Daddy builds restaurants for a living. We were able to get a ton of stuff for cheap/free. I probably shouldn’t use the word “finished” because, yes, he is in construction. He loses steam about 90% into house projects. It’s probably as “finished” as I’ll ever see it! I realize that might make me sound bitter…I’m not…I’ve learned to live with that reality.
I must say that our basement ROCKS! We have a full bar and a draft system and plenty of room for a poker table. I’d show you pictures, but I wouldn’t want you to drool all over your keyboard. Actually, I can’t find the chord to hook the damn digital camera up to the computer. I’ll try to share pictures soon.
We debated which beer we should put on tap. Should we go with a generic Coors Light, aka. something our white trash friends (I say that with love) would drink plenty of…or do we go with an interesting micro-brew for the more sophisticated palates? The debate ended when we had a friend in the beer business offer to donate a keg…of Pumpkin beer. It was a huge hit. I decided to kick it up a notch and do a “rim” for the beer. I dipped the top of the glasses in apple cider and then dipped it in a mixture of brown sugar, cinnamon and nutmeg. Despite a few guys saying “DUDE, what the hell are you doing to my beer!?” it was a huge hit. Everyone willing to tried it loved it. The rest were stuck with cans and bottles out of the beer fridge…yep, we have a separate fridge down there…just for beer.
I was the bartender for the day. I had a blast and can’t wait to have another party. We didn’t even come close to kicking the keg. Luckily, the Red Sox and Patriots are both kicking ass playing this weekend, so we’ll probably have a few people over to watch the games. I was thinking about making steaks on Sunday with a new rub recipe we recently tried out at one of the restaurants THE Daddy built. Here it is:
UPDATE: I removed the recipe at the request of my husband. Even though it is not an "on the menu" item, he wasn't sure if he would get in trouble. Fair enough. If you would like a KICK ASS rub recipe that includes cinnamon and nutmeg, email me at themommy at mommycosm dot com.
It’s the perfect blend of spicy and sweet and should taste really yummy with the Pumpkin beer.
Have any good recipes that might go with the beer? I have a feeling we’ll be needing a few more before the keg is kicked. Please leave a comment.
Princess had her two worst cavities filled this morning. I am so happy with “The Kid’s Dentist”, I could kiss them all! They were fabulous with her. They turned the scariest experience of her life into an adventure. Seeing her so comfortable definitely eased my nerves.
They have a resident dog who greeted us at the door. The waiting room included a kid’s nook with a snake (ick), birds and fish. The surgery room was done up better than most kid's bedrooms in Extreme Makeover: Home Edition. She had the safari room, very cool. They gave her goofy sunglasses to wear. They had scented nose masks for the nitrous oxide…she picked grape. They described everything they were doing during the procedure…in kid friendly terms.
Her molars were pretty bad and it took them over an hour. The cavities were advanced and they ended up having to put a crown on one of her molars. It’s silver. Luckily, 5 year old Princesses think that jewelry on teeth is pretty…especially when it’s called a “crown”. She’s in a little pain right now and half of her face is still numb. I hate that feeling. I gave her a little Tylenol and some Arnica.
We stopped at WalMart on the way home and bought a new Disney Princess movie…and a new blanket…and a new doll. No, I’m not feeling at all guilty *wink*.
I found out that they will work with kids as little as 2 years old. You betcha...BamBam will be going next week for his first cleaning and fluoride treatment. THAT should be interesting. He will sit still for Daddy and let him brush his teeth for 5 minutes. Mommy? Not so much. He gets really p.o.’d and tries to bite me. Grrr.
Still looking for ideas on how to get him to brush. If you have anything beyond the norm to share, please leave a comment.
I realized that I won the LOSER Parent of the Year Award about a month ago at Princess’ first dentist appointment. They scheduled the major cavity in her molar to be filled just after Thanksgiving. Well, she’s been complaining that it hurts to chew on one side of her mouth, so I called to get her appointment moved up to tomorrow.
Yikes, I’m really, really nervous. They’re going to give her nitrous oxide…my poor baby. I could probably count on one hand the number of times I’ve ever had to give her Tylenol. She’s only needed an antibiotic once and she’s 5 years old. We usually stick to homeopathic and/or herbal remedies. Did I say that I am really, really nervous? And THE Daddy is away for work again...grrr.
I’ve researched nitrous oxide online and couldn’t find anything too scary. Anyone have any experience with their kids needing to use it?
Oh, and a word of advice for those of you with toddlers. Apparently letting them chew on the tooth brush doesn’t count as brushing teeth. I guess you need to play adult and get inside there for a more thorough cleaning afterwards. Who da thunk it?! Would have been nice to know that 2 years ago!
Seriously, we did brush with her...sometimes. Seems THE Daddy had “soft teeth” and tons of cavities as well. Also, we have well water with no fluoride. Hey, if you can blame someone else…why blame yourself, right?
I use Yahoo! Mail for my email. They do a pretty decent job weeding out the spam and putting it into a separate folder. Every now and then something gets put into the spam folder that isn’t actually spam. I work from home and email is the only form of communication I have with my boss. Unfortunately, I have to scan my spam folder before emptying it to make sure nothing important accidentally ended up there. This weekend alone, I received 262 new messages in my spam folder!
They include:
(5) Final ATTEMPT:Confirm Your E-mail
Naughty or Nice? Browse Singles in Your Area
A Secret Lover is Trying to Get in Touch with You
Drop 20 lbs in 2 weeks
Burger King $500 Burger Bucks!
Bigger is better they say
Is it to small
All Natural Englargement
Does it satisfy her?
All men wish is was large
Larger penis for you
Satisfy Any Woman
Grinning Ear to Ear
She’ll beg for more
And the one that made me laugh out loud:
Get a Huge COCK
If they want me to confirm my email, why don’t they just look at where they sent the message?! I get the impression that the gods of spam think I am a single, Burger King eating, overweight man with a small penis…which couldn’t be further from the truth.
I am a female…married to a man…and quite happily, thank you “secret lover”. It would probably take us a few years to spend $500 at Burger King. We try to eat much healthier than what they offer. I am back in my skinny jeans and dropping 20 pounds in 2 weeks isn’t healthy for anyone…I would probably require hospitalization! No need for an enlargement of any body parts. I’m straight, therefore I don’t really need to know how to satisfy a woman or make her beg for more, thanks for the offer though! OH and the idea of HUGE…well, that’s a bit scary!
Have you checked out your spam folder lately? Any funny ones you’d like to share? Leave a comment.
Princess said something that made me laugh this weekend. We were riding back home from going out to breakfast and I was complaining about Starbucks being the devil and accusing them of putting crack in their pumpkin lattes…which I am suddenly finding myself hugely addicted to…after being coffee-free for over a year. My conversation was with THE Daddy and I didn’t know she was listening. We hear from the back seat:
”Mommy, I know who the devil is.”
THE Daddy and I look at each other and I say, “Really…who is the devil, honey?”
She says, “The snake ate the apple and turned into the devil. I learned that at school.”
She was all proud of herself…too cute. Glad we're paying $3500 for her to go to a Catholic kindergarten!
