And I thought boys were bad...

All the dirt of boys, plus the attitude...

Friday, May 31, 2013

Helping Animals

So, I have a question...and please bare with me while I get to the explanation...

Is there, like, an animal memo distribution list?  Do all the animals of the world have monthly meetings or something?  Do they pass around a list of humans that will help them if they are ever in need?

Cause here's the thing:  I don't ever remember taking in a stray animal at my house when I was growing up.  I mean, like, never.  We adopted from the shelter, but there was never a time where there was a hurt animal outside and we helped.  I also need to say here, that I never even saw an animal who needed our help when I was a kid.

Now?  I have taken in litters of kittens and helped birds.  I mean, last night was a weird example...

We have a dog.  She likes to chase bunnies.  She doesn't catch the bunnies because they are grown and faster than her.  Last night, though, our Rosie-dog found a bunny nest...in our backyard.  Yep, she got ahold of one of at least one of the bunnies.  The kids saw this, of course, and the bunny wasn't dead so we needed to do something.

I called the shelter and then animal control and was told that there was nothing that could be done since it's wild.  The Wildlife Rescue Center closes at 4pm.  By this time we had it in a towel and had examined it.  It looked ok.  Next step was to hit the interwebs and see what experts recommend.

Basically, we found that cottontails are one of the hardest animals to rescue and that they usually don't even need it.  The advice was to put the rabbit in the nest and leave it alone, so that's what we did.

Really though, what kind of rabbit builds a nest in the backyard of a dog who wants nothing more than to catch and play with bunnies?

Friday, May 24, 2013

Feelings


Dear Readers,

Guess what?  SCHOOL’S OUT!!!  I am so freaking happy to not have school work clouding up my schedule anymore!  Really, it’s awesome. 

I’m also pretty freaking ecstatic about planning our family vacation to California this summer!

That’s right!  We will be taking a trip back to Cali for a few days.  We already have plans with most of the people we want to see.  There are a few who I am waiting for callbacks from…AHEM…but it’s mostly planned.
The thing with visiting my old home, though, is that it’s bringing up some feelings.  It’s bringing up some feelings I, honestly, could do without.

See, the thing is that I have this person who I was really great friends with before we moved.  I mean, we were REALLY close.  Since we moved, though, I have only talked to this person a few times.  I called for a while and texted with no response, and then decided that I didn’t want to be the pathetic person so I stopped.  Now, though, I feel like my trip wouldn’t be complete without seeing this person, but I absolutely refuse to call.

I know, I know, I’m five.  I’m throwing a tantrum of the silent kind and it’s not going to do me any good.  I don’t care.  I feel like I have given enough and put myself out there enough and I don’t want to do it anymore.  I’ve put the info that I will be in the state out on my personal Facebook and am hoping that if this person sees it, they will contact me.  I know it’s not the best way to go about it, but I really don’t feel like I should do anything else.

Now, if this were one of my kids coming to me with this issue, I would say that this person is not their friend.  This person does not deserve the kind of brain space that they are currently receiving.  The difference is that, well, it's me.  No, really, it's that as an adult you build stronger relationships.  We weren't friends because we were in second period together.  We were friends because we were friends.  It's hard to let go of that sometimes... 
I guess at this point I just need to come to terms with the fact that this person will probably not contact me.  It’s a mourning process in a way.  I just need to deal and move on.

 

Any advice?

Friday, May 10, 2013

Doing The Right Thing

I said I was going to be more careful regarding what information I shared about my eldest, Miss A, and this is too awesome not to share.

Earlier this week, Miss A had another one of her bedtime confessions.  I sat down on her bed to tuck her in and she said she needed to tell me something.  Of course, my first reaction is "what did she do now?"  Not the case.  I mean, it is, but not in that way.

She went on to tell me how one of her best friends was mad at her and some various reasons for that.  They are not that important.  Basic middle school stuff, ya know?  But then, she told me something that mattered.

The girls she was sitting with at lunch that day were talking crap about a teacher that they all share.  The girls were saying things about this teacher that made my daughter uncomfortable.  The girls think that this teacher is gay and were calling her all types of names because of it.

My daughter, Miss A, told those girls that they were being mean.  She told those girls that it doesn't matter if the teacher is gay or not.  This teacher is a good teacher and they needed to stop being mean.

Well, the girls didn't take kindly to that and proceeded to ignore her for the rest of the day.

She didn't back down, though.  She was sad, but knew she did the right thing.

I love my kid.

Friday, May 3, 2013

Confession Time

You know, when I started the job I have now, I never wanted to like it.  In fact, I would have been perfectly happy to hate my job like most good Americans do.  I never wanted to like the people I work with.  I never wanted to care about this meaningless sales job that I was taking because I couldn't seem to get hired at the school district I kept applying to.

Really, I only took the job I have now so that I could be making money while still trying to get hired on by my first choice.  I wanted to walk away as soon as that happened.  I never even suspected that I would stop applying...I even told my supervisor that I would walk away if I got this other job.

That was 6 months ago.

Turns out I like what I am doing.  It helps that I'm kind of good at it.  It also helps that I work with a fantastic bunch of people!

The other day, I caught myself wondering what I would need to do to move up in this company.  Immediately I gave myself a mental slap on the wrist.  I wasn't ready to admit that I like this job enough to want to move up.  I did though.  I guess I'm a sucker.

It seems that this job has crept into my brain and seduced me or something.  It seems that I have been brainwashed.  It must be some wave that is being sent from my computer screen...

Oh, well.  Eventually I'll find something else.  Eventually I'll get into a BA program and then get my Masters.  Right now, though, I kinda like my life, and that includes my job.  I think I'll keep it.