W hiskey T ango F oxtrot

Okay, so I totally stole that from Meleah, 'cause I loved the sound of it. And it really describes the week I've had. Last weekend was one of the busiest work weekends in a while. I will post pictures, and tell that story in the next post.
Monday night I shut the computer down, and that was the last time it was ever on again. Dead. Completely and totally dead. That Very Expensive Motherboard that, we had put in about 2 months ago, died. No connection to the Internet, and no access to ANYTHING else on the computer. Files, Pictures, TONS of music, my work website stuff, etc. NOTHING. Not a FOXTROT Thing!
The week was looong. The dog is very difficult to train. Or I'm really bad at training and she listens to my husband, but makes me crazy all day. MY RIGHT KICK ASS chocolate-brown-platform-5-inch-heals, (My one and only pair of really HIP shoes) is now shredded. One of my sons pacifiers is buried somewhere in the back yard.
My son peed 1 drop on the potty. Literally. My husband said it's virtually impossible, but my stubborn son managed to do it. 5 minutes later, he practically filled the kiddy potty. That was Wednesday. It hasn't happened again. Obviously this training is going very well too.
Tonight my husband called me on the way home from work, saying he was picking up a new CPU. This is a man who will wear clothes until they are in shreds before he'll spend money. He never shops for himself. I was a little stunned and slightly annoyed, because I'm the type to do as much research about what I'm purchasing and for what price. BUT he came home with a great new CPU. Except that it has Windows Vista. Ehh.
So, I'm back and childless for 2 nights. I have big plans. Big plans indeed. I am going to stain the decks. Front and back. And drink and grill. maybe not in that order though. My parents are taking my kids up to Mahwah NJ to visit my Grandmother, their Great Grandmother. My parents picked them up tonight, and they'll leave mid morning, take my grandmother to lunch and keep them Saturday night. WOW!! I'll miss them though.....
So, I'll further update in the next post. Everyone have a great Memorial Day weekend. I missed you all!!

May 13th 1974

My Mother informed me that 34 years ago today, we were having a heat wave. So hot that when she came home from the hospital with me, my father had to put the window air conditioners into the apartment windows. And they didn't work. Here I was a newborn, my mother's first and it was HOT!
Today I will be home enjoying my day with both my kids. My oldest is home with some very bizarre hives, and is thrilled to spend the day Bass fishing on the play station.
My Husband won't be home until late tonight, so to celebrate my Birthday my mom and sister are going to come down, bringing with them, my favorite Indian food.
I don't feel any older. 34 is 34.

Random Ramblings

I realized that I really need to catch up on my blog when Momo Fali asked if the dog had eaten me. Well, the answer to that is yes, very nearly.
Busy doesn't even begin to describe how I am at the moment. I really shouldn't even be sitting here typing, I should be making chocolate ganache and Chocolate fudge icing.
This week:
*Registered son for preschool. If free here for 3 and 4 year old's, and I found a really great school. Cried that night because it's from 9-3 and I can't let me baby go. Thanks for that, hormones.

*Attempted to really start working on the potty training. Got cute little Thomas, Spiderman and Cars undies for the boy. Looks adorable. Has two accidents and FREAKS. That night his sister sends him out dressed as the "Naked Cowboy" that stands in Time Square. I would love to post the picture of him in his undies, cowboy boots, hat and guitar, but the thought of some freak looking at it scares me. It is HYSTERICAL THOUGH!!

* Baked and Baked and Baked. Did I mention to you that I baked?

* Found out that Gypsy Moth caterpillars that are EVERYWHERE right now, are giving the kids and i hives. All you have to do is come in contact with their nasty little hairs and your done for. So much fun. That in turn can become an allergic reaction. Nurse sent T home, because of the hives. Flakiest school nurse ever. Riley is having the whole gamut of symptoms, so he's on breathing treatment to add to it.

* Discovered that I have no dog training skills what so ever, and and losing my mind. Both dog and boy went through the back screen, so i had to re screen that yesterday.

* Being PTO secretary under the dumbest president ever really is WAY more work then it needs to be.

*2 1/2 is definitely my least favorite age. So is what ever age the dog is.

* I know for a fact that my Husband hasn't even thought about Mother's Day, let alone my Birthday which is Tuesday. That's okay. I'm used to being disappointed. He would be SO MUCH SMARTER to say "Here babe go out and get yourself something you really want. Go shopping ALONE. Now that's a gift.

Lastly, I wish all a very Happy Mother's Day. I hope you are waited on, pampered and you have a relaxing day!!

Crazy

I'm here. Crazy busy. Communions, showers, etc. Insanely hyper dog. And a 2 1/2 year old who's keeping up with her. Yesterday, it came down to this:

Except I gave the wrong one the binky and put the wrong one in the cage....

Seriously though, the dog has a binky fetish and my son actually enjoys climbing into the dog crate. Odd child.

The Fish Killer

I feel like telling a little story this morning. Just to torture someone near and dear to me, My Masochistic sister L.

As a child L had a fish tank in her room. I can't remember what type of fish she started with, perhaps this is because she went through so damn many. She had a good sized tank and could fit a number of fish it in.
One particular type of fish was long and thin and dark. Sort of reminded me of anchovies, for some reason. Looking back now, that fact makes sense. She watched and fed the fish, and one Day she realized that the school looked a little smaller. Hmm....1,2,3,4,5,6,7....Where was #8? How bizarre! We looked and looked and could not figure out where this fish had magically disappeared to. My parents were baffled. Cannibals? No, that couldn't be. A few days go by, and the fish were still disappearing occasionally. Odd. Finally, a few weeks later, there were NO FISH. How had the last once disappear? Poor kid. We had no other pets. Possibly a Husky around that time, but he stayed outside.
One day, my Mom walks into my sister room and realized it stunk!!! She looks and can't find anything. Now, the fish tank was still running, so it was clean and ready for the next round of fish. My Mother finally pulls out the dresser that the fish tank is on, and there lying on the floor are 8 fish. 8 dried, nasty fish. 8 very suicidal fish. My sister was now classified as a official fish killer. Killing them by making them so miserable, that they committed a double suicide by jumping out the back of the tank to a slow miserable, air gasping death.
Over the years, she has other fish. they don't last long. I've come to believe that she's either A) A Crazy Fish Killer, or B)She is determined to keep fish alive, if it kills her. I prefer to think of the latter.
My Mother on the other hand, had gotten a Beta (Japanese fighting fish). They don't usually last very long. My mother's lasted for years. This winter my parents went on a 10 day cruise and asked my sister to feed and check on the fish.
The last time they left my sister to take care of an animal while they were away, It died. Our adorable (very old) rabbit. Agador Sparticus, was his name. My sister calls me from the house and claims to have found a stiff-as-a-board-rabbit. I wasn't surprised.
Onto caring for the fish during the cruise. She said if this (through in a few choice curse words) FISH died on her watch, she was NOT responsible. The fish barely swam around, and half the time, you had to poke it, to make sure it was still alive.
That fish did not move all week. Frozen, in the center of the bowl. He had to have known that the Crazy Fish Killer, was taking care of him. She was freaked out all week.
She moved in with her boyfriend and they got a fish tank. Looking back now, I should have warned him. She has fish now. And every few weeks, I get a call. " I know the response I'm going to get, but another fish died." I sympathize by by laughing OUT LOUD.
Yesterday my phone rings and it's her. She's at a friend's house. "I just want to let you know another fish died." Silence. I'm choking back the laughter, and finally bust out. She had put me on speaker phone, so that they could hear me laughing hysterically at her. "See, the torture I get from her?!" I laughed and laughed and never apologized for laughing.
I did however make a major note to myself: 'Never, leave kids alone with Auntie for more then a day......'

Getting settled

WHEW!! Sorry, it's been a few days. We picked up the dog, (who after 3 days of being here, was finally named Bailey) and she came home with Kennel cough. For those that might not know it's a god awful sounding cough followed by the sound of gagging. So the first night, we listened to that all night. My husband was pissed, that the shelter let her go like this, but that's the key word: "shelter". Not a Vet. Her first day home she was great. She was fun, loved everyone, was playing with all her new toys, etc. Day 2, she barely moved off the couch, and it just got worse from there. As you know, my mechanically challenged husband ruined 1 car, so I had no way of getting her to the vet. A friend ended up offering to take us yesterday and let me tell, what a turn around!!! By last night, she was back up and around and playing. I am totally in love with this dog. She is well trained, and so much fun!! This is as big as she'll get, so she's the perfect size for our household. Here are some Pix:

And now we wait....

Yesterday afternoon we went to visit the dog, and we ALL fell in love. We are one of four applicants, so keep you fingers crossed. She LOVED my husband, climbed onto his lap and tucked her little head under his chin and parked herself there.
They're going to make the decision today.
Fingers crossed, Rub a Buddha, Pray, PLEASE do whatever it is you do, that we get this dog.

Conversation with my son:
me: "Riley, do you want the dog to come to our house and live with us?"
Riley: " Yes"
me: "what do you think we should name her?"
Riley: "name him 'dog' ."
me: "Thanks Captain obvious, but we need a name for her. she's a girl."
Riley : "name him 'girl' ."

That went well, Huh?
I'll keep you posted!!

UPDATE: As of 11:10 this morning, we are the proud owners of a Puggle!!
They called and said we are approved and that we can pick her up tomorrow. YAY!!!