Blogging blahs or boring life?

Well, I certainly have not been faithful to my blog. I enjoy it, but I can decide if I have the blogging blahs or just a boring life. Maybe it's too many senior moments that is creating writer's block, or could it be laziness? I really don't know, but I feel boring life is about to change.

Some family is living with us for a while and there are two children with them. One is six, and one is four months. Our house is not small nor huge, just average. I feel like the old woman who lived in a shoe tonight. My husband does work out of town and is home this weekend, so there are six of us plus cat and dog.

This will continue for several more months, and I am curious as to what the future brings...each day will be a new adventure.

I do, however, love my family members present in the spare bedrooms dearly, so that does make things better. Tonight I got supper cooked and dishes washed, and all was done with no help from me. Well, I do declare, I felt really special...and the food was free, too. I do have to admit that my kitchen counters are shining and things in their place, and I really do feel special as I sit here...and in the background I can tell that it is time for the young mother in the house to feed the four month old....my dog thinks breastfeeding is amazing! She turns her head to the side trying to figure out the sounds of that tiny creature that is chowing down. Princess got the steak bones, so she also feels the love of extra family.

I know there will be many good times and many bad times, but we are the type of family that makes it through anything. Remember the graduation blog when my brother and his ex loaded up in the van with all of us? I told ya', we're something else.

I will definitely keep you posted on who walks in on who and where. Wow, I think the writer's block has lifted. Do you think we'll survive? Let me know.

Fat Cat quarterback

The portly stray weighs in at 40 pounds. A little wide in the side, but look at those eyes. I thought my cat was large at 21 pounds! This cat, wow, I'd hate to meet in a dark alley. Or would I like him as my friend if I was in a dark alley?????Even though he may scare the neighborhood dogs, the stray now has a home.

There is some good stuff out there.

Earth-mover for hire!!!

Well, today I guess I am full of it. Another idea just flashed before my eyes....my dog, the escape artist. As I was passing the front door, I caught a glimpse of white streaking across the front yard. Yes, it was my dear dog. She escaped from the fence again. Actually, as I stood and watched it was really amusing. She was running and leaping like a deer. She is so muscular that is allows her to jump high, and she must love doing it. We've tried to get her to catch a frisby, but she hasn't quite gotten it. Tree limbs are her thing. She loves to drag them onto the deck. I sometimes wonder if they are presents or if she was a lumberjack in another life.

We need to hire her out as an earth mover because she is excellent at it. If the ground was harder, maybe it would take her longer to dig the escape tunnels. My husband buried cement blocks under the other side of the yard along the in her last escape area. He said that if she dug and moved the blocks that we would hire her out to a construction crew. At the rate she's going, with a full-time job, we could buy a fifth wheel camper. Yeah!

As I cleaned the red dirt off her for the tenth or so time this week, she looked at me with those endearing eyes and lapped me on the cheek several times as if to say sorry. As soon as I was finished, she jumped out of the chair and ran right back to tunnel #5 with me in hot persuit. Again I plugged the hole, again she'll get out, and again I'll clean the dirt off of her. I hope the hubby knows what he is doing next Saturday!

Right now, she's laying by my side, resting up for her next construction project. Can't help but love her!

Venting 101 Averted

Well, I got the lemon, fixed my tea, fed the dog the food she likes, and have on my bedroom shoes. Now, I vent. Funny how a 3 item trip can take so long. Then, I found the dog had escaped from the fence again. She met me in the driveway leaping for joy that I was home. She's always happy to come in. I think it must be the thrill of the escape for her. Never does she get in trash cans or bother people...she's friendly but shy.

After dragging a bag of food for a 53 lb. dog, I faithfully went out to try and block her next escape, which won't be until morning. She doesn't go out of the fence after dark...not too brave, but oh so sweet. I placed a board and anything thing heavy I could find around the escape hole. Hubby spent all last Saturday securing the opposite side of the fence. He works out of town and didn't come home this weekend, to save gas. Gas! I will not start on that again. It's hurting everyone, so everyone knows the agony.

Funny thing, I checked my mail before writing, and there was a survey waiting. It was about dogfood, Purina. That's what I bought. Too bad my ranking is too low to get paid for writing about the product. Maybe one day!!!

It's funny how a dog food run and escape hole fixing will take your mind off your worries. It did mine to a certain extent. Anyone know a good dog trainer?

Older and more opinionated...or something?

Well, I am beginning to think my senior moments aren't forgetting, but may be remembering or noticing too much. Things bother me

more than they used to. I mean they really get under my skin. I have always been a pleasant person and can get along with most anyone. But, sometimes enough is enough in the caring if you please everybody department. Actually, I consider 57 the new middle age...I don't care what others think it is. I don't feel old in my heart or mind, although the body does have more aches and it used to.

Well, anyway, I love writing about family, pets, friends, and normal daily things. As of today, I feel more strongly about right and wrong. Maybe it's the incident while gassing up last night (below) or something, I don't know, but today I feel feistier than normal.

I wish that feistiness would turn into house cleaning, but it hasn't. I do feel the need to complain, not about my life but others, the world, politics...you name it and I have an opinion...and today for some reason, I have a strange compulsion to share those complaints.

Since my dog is standing beside me with her head on my knee and looking pitiful because my husband decided to change her dog food that she won't eat....bad run-on sentence, rainbow20, do better girl. Anyway, I am going to the grocery store...another pet pieve...to buy her the right food and a lemon for my tea. Then I plan to put on my bedroom shoes, fix my tea, and begin speaking about some of the things that really gripe me. Hopefully, I won't get carried away and use more run-on sentences, because I do want to appear as having fair writing skills.

Maybe instead of Dear Abby, I can be Dear Rainbow20 for those having a bad day or just wanting to get something off their chests. I don't know, sometimes a change makes things better...or at least make you feel better. We'll see what happens. I'll start off the "speak what's bothering me" entries with a warning of some kind...maybe CAUTION..I'M VENTING. I am off to the store for real this time.

Poor baby

This is Princess. Bless her, she misses my husband so much! He is working in Fayetteville, and last night and today is the first time she has been without seeing him. Normally, she acts like a Jack Russell on steroids. Her tail isn't wagging, her eyes look sad. Last night she wouldn't even come in the bedroom. That is always part of her routine...visit at bedtime, then she goes to her chair for the night. I was going to let her sleep with me, but she absolutely would not come into the room. I got up several times to pet her, and she stared back with those sad eyes. I've been married to Bill for 37 years, and I don't miss him that much...I hope that's not a bad thing.

It's funny how pets get attached, and yes, how we get attached to them. Speaking of the devil, Princess just walked through the kitchen, where I am typing, with her head down and tail tucked under. I talked my baby talk that usually generates tail wagging, and petted her, but she was in no mood. She loves to go to Sonic for ice cream, so if things don't get better, then we'll be heading that way. Poor thing. It's really sad to watch her. I've tried squeaking and throwing Bobo...her chew toy that has the most obnoxious sound, but she loves it. Since she was a puppy, she has always had some toy that squeaks. She loves taking her nose or paw and making it "talk". She also tosses it up and catches it. Of course, it's shaped like an ice cream cone....what else? I'll add a picture of Bobo later. Well, she is back inside, so let me go console her. I think Princess, me, and the Bobo are going on a road trip!

Agony and Ecstasy

This is Trixie, my brother's dog. She must weigh all of 6 pounds soaking wet.

Trixie sporting the newest fashion in rain wear. Turning 5 soon, she is a bundle

of love to my brother, but she is not a fellow dog lover.

Before this picture, our dog Princess came inside to join the festivities. Weighing in at 50+ pounds she has a slight edge on the fiesty Trix. Princess loves to play with other dogs, cats, squirrels, children, and anything that moves. She get quite excited to have a playmate.

Two seconds after she came through the door, all we heard was the sound of nails on a wood floor. No barking, no hair standing up, just two white flashes circling the table. Princess had found a playmate that didn't want to play. She was in a state of ecstasy, while chasing Trix, who thought she was running for her life.

Princess was assigned back to the yard, and Trixie was given a treat to sooth her ego in having to deal with another canine. My brother's broken ribs did not keep him from laughing. Please don't think Trixie was being mistreated...never...but it was quite a site and sound, neither one could get any traction no matter how hard they tried. Honestly, I believe Princess thinks she is the size of Trixie, which is an agonizing experience when she plays lapdog.