We are closer then ever to health care reform in this country we call our home land, and I am still grouchy with how long the process is taking. We you consider the idea that fear is what fuels so many of these arguments, I am astonished that congress has gotten as far as they have. Poor bastards.
I have to admit, I stayed pretty clear to the day to day trackings/changes of what congress is actually looking at, but come on already. I commend and therefore recommit myself to Obama for his tenacity to get this thing handled. It may not be perfect, but hell what is? And the only way we are going to effect change, is to continue to vote for the people that we are sending to DC.
Blah, blah, blah.
Any and all change is scary.
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Friday, March 12, 2010
Little Mercer dog...
Mercer is a year old at this point and the little shit needs to be trained. However, finding the time to do so isn't high on my list. It's not fair to be angry with him all the time, but I am finding myself do just that. He is a source of frustration lately.
He has taken to finding something to shred while we are out of the house. Growing up we always had a dog and it never had to be kennelled that I can remember. When we got Mercer, and he was so easy to potty train, I was excited to find that he could be trusted just hang out anywhere he pleased while our family was out of the house.
I have been quite busy in the last several months and the dog's behavior is reflecting my absence. I know that he will get on the dining room table if there is food left sitting, but that is rarely the case, so it seems he has broadened his scope of mischief.
I would love to nip this little problem in the bud. And really, the fastest way I can figure is to kennel Mercer while we are out of the house. I would love to find that a walk right before I left the house would lessen the problem. On the other hand, it will take major effort to leave the house for even five minutes before I am scheduled to leave.
Maybe I should take him with me more often. Would he be happy sitting in the car instead of the house? If he torn up the car in any way, he would be murdered at the hand of Mr. Workin'.
I know what it takes to be a good pet owner. It's a commitment, one that I promised myself I could handle. I guess it's time I make little Mercer dog a priority. I will pull out the kennel and research some obiesence classes.
SIGH
He has taken to finding something to shred while we are out of the house. Growing up we always had a dog and it never had to be kennelled that I can remember. When we got Mercer, and he was so easy to potty train, I was excited to find that he could be trusted just hang out anywhere he pleased while our family was out of the house.
I have been quite busy in the last several months and the dog's behavior is reflecting my absence. I know that he will get on the dining room table if there is food left sitting, but that is rarely the case, so it seems he has broadened his scope of mischief.
I would love to nip this little problem in the bud. And really, the fastest way I can figure is to kennel Mercer while we are out of the house. I would love to find that a walk right before I left the house would lessen the problem. On the other hand, it will take major effort to leave the house for even five minutes before I am scheduled to leave.
Maybe I should take him with me more often. Would he be happy sitting in the car instead of the house? If he torn up the car in any way, he would be murdered at the hand of Mr. Workin'.
I know what it takes to be a good pet owner. It's a commitment, one that I promised myself I could handle. I guess it's time I make little Mercer dog a priority. I will pull out the kennel and research some obiesence classes.
SIGH
Thursday, March 11, 2010
The Look
I keep changing the look of things for the blog, and I am still not happy. Change is good, commitment is harder. I will settle for commitment to change...for now.
Writing is still in the front of my mind, but I am sleepy tonight and I haven't seen Mr. Workin' for days, so I will just leave you with...
QOTD
"Mom, you are such a cutie girl." ~ Ella
Truth be told, she is the cutie girl.
Writing is still in the front of my mind, but I am sleepy tonight and I haven't seen Mr. Workin' for days, so I will just leave you with...
QOTD
"Mom, you are such a cutie girl." ~ Ella
Truth be told, she is the cutie girl.
Monday, March 8, 2010
Reflux
So, my little dude has been puking randomly in the middle of the night for the last yearish. I watched what he ate and drank. I considered his activity level and stress level. We talked about how to deal with anxiety and nightmares. I considered seasonal bugs and germs. However, I never found a pattern. After a particularly long bout of about four nights in a row of changing the sheets at one A.M., I started to get nervous. Let me tell ya...don't google, "why is my five year old vomiting in his sleep" at three A.M. There's nothing good going to come from you reading the list that pops up. Especially if you intend to sleep anytime in the near future.
So, I got him an appointment and the easiest and fastest fix would be to assume it's reflux. Well, Wy-guy wasn't even a spitty baby. He only spit-up if I didn't burp him. So, although I have wanted to dismiss the diagnosis, we started giving him Zantac every night before bed.
He hasn't puked since.
In the mood to write...
I think I will try to keep posting at least daily while I am in the mood to write...
*food
*Haiti
*Rosie
*my garden
some topics I want to get to in the next several weeks.
*food
*Haiti
*Rosie
*my garden
some topics I want to get to in the next several weeks.
Money...
We got our one and only credit card bill today. Mr. Workin' is a money guy and always makes fairly conservative money choices, so I assume that this credit card's interest rate and annual fee and such is the best he could find.
Under the new credit card laws the credit card company must disclose in the statement, if you only pay the minimum payment how long it will take to pay off your balance.
Are you ready...
$2700 = 13 years.
Really? 13 years?!?!?!?!?! I don't really use that card, unless I have run it by the money guy.
I think I will use it even less after THAT little lesson in interest.
Eeshie mama!
Under the new credit card laws the credit card company must disclose in the statement, if you only pay the minimum payment how long it will take to pay off your balance.
Are you ready...
$2700 = 13 years.
Really? 13 years?!?!?!?!?! I don't really use that card, unless I have run it by the money guy.
I think I will use it even less after THAT little lesson in interest.
Eeshie mama!
Ages...
Man alive, it's been awhile. Have you missed me?
Let's see...to recap the last month or so...
~I tired to wean off Paxil...not cool. Back on...maybe forever.
~We tired to get pregnant, unsuccessfully.
~We moved our trip to Hawaii from March to November, because Mr. Workin' is THAT busy.
~I let the laundry get so out of control, I am thinking of going to spend a day at the laundromat to get caught up.
~Home & School, I established a Carnival committee. The carnival will be April 17th.
~With interest in the proposed school uniform, I agreed to be part of the "Uniform Committee" and have had many meetings around that.
~MUMs (my mom's group) is sponsoring a children's consignment sale in April, very exciting on a multitude of levels.
~I purged our bedroom closets, leaving 1,951,324 areas of my house needing to be purged.
~I had a heart-to-heart with two good friends, both times not knowing if the friendship would remain.
~I had to ask my lover to return my Valentine's day gift...because I knew I would never wear them. (it seems like no biggie, but it was a test in the limits of when honesty is the best policy).
~Mom broke her shoulder, which sent me over the edge for a moment. It was just a small example of how fragile our parents are.
~Fara potty-trained herself. Pretty much. She's a smart one, that girl.
~Ella started eating again...after 2 1/2 years of giving me full blown gout over her food consumption, she eats.
~I started exercising less, which is not good. I need to get back to it.
~I agreed to co-chair the silent auction committee for the fall fundraiser.
~I ended up with a raging (maybe a bit dramatic, but I thought death was attractive [ok now that was dramatic]) kidney infection.
~I registered my baby for Tiny Tots. Really, I did.
~We decided to send Wyeth to all day Kindergarten next year...I still struggle with the decision.
~We decided to go to Sheridan for Easter.
And that about wraps it up.
Not being as organized as I would like to be, I have been driving Mr. Workin' a bit nuts. Fully embracing my "roll with it" motto is not his idea of a good time. And like I said there is a level of organization that would lessen the stress. So I suppose I will work on that.
Let's see...to recap the last month or so...
~I tired to wean off Paxil...not cool. Back on...maybe forever.
~We tired to get pregnant, unsuccessfully.
~We moved our trip to Hawaii from March to November, because Mr. Workin' is THAT busy.
~I let the laundry get so out of control, I am thinking of going to spend a day at the laundromat to get caught up.
~Home & School, I established a Carnival committee. The carnival will be April 17th.
~With interest in the proposed school uniform, I agreed to be part of the "Uniform Committee" and have had many meetings around that.
~MUMs (my mom's group) is sponsoring a children's consignment sale in April, very exciting on a multitude of levels.
~I purged our bedroom closets, leaving 1,951,324 areas of my house needing to be purged.
~I had a heart-to-heart with two good friends, both times not knowing if the friendship would remain.
~I had to ask my lover to return my Valentine's day gift...because I knew I would never wear them. (it seems like no biggie, but it was a test in the limits of when honesty is the best policy).
~Mom broke her shoulder, which sent me over the edge for a moment. It was just a small example of how fragile our parents are.
~Fara potty-trained herself. Pretty much. She's a smart one, that girl.
~Ella started eating again...after 2 1/2 years of giving me full blown gout over her food consumption, she eats.
~I started exercising less, which is not good. I need to get back to it.
~I agreed to co-chair the silent auction committee for the fall fundraiser.
~I ended up with a raging (maybe a bit dramatic, but I thought death was attractive [ok now that was dramatic]) kidney infection.
~I registered my baby for Tiny Tots. Really, I did.
~We decided to send Wyeth to all day Kindergarten next year...I still struggle with the decision.
~We decided to go to Sheridan for Easter.
And that about wraps it up.
Not being as organized as I would like to be, I have been driving Mr. Workin' a bit nuts. Fully embracing my "roll with it" motto is not his idea of a good time. And like I said there is a level of organization that would lessen the stress. So I suppose I will work on that.
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