Love is in the eye of the pup

So here it is Sunday morning and the day seems to be beautiful. As I write this Bruiser is looking at Sandy (our over 10 year old Cocker Spaniel) with a great deal of lust and romance in his eyes. She has fought off his advances more times than I care to mention. He, in true man form, refuses to take no for an answer. He is sitting at my feet now whining like a little baby because she would rather sleep than have him smell her constantly. I know this may sound crazy, but you have to wonder if the animal world gets it right. Think about it, here he is a young, virile, exciting, physically fit bulldog interested in the one who taught him about going outside, not barking in the night, she looked in on him constantly when he was a baby. Does he see an old bag, who has been spayed, and is way past her prime? No way! He sees someone to rest his giant chin on, to snuggle up with. Do you think this is what Ashton sees in Demi? I mean, come on. Doggie on doggie, they don't care what color the other dog's hair is, if they have overly big bone structure, who has the longer tail, etc. They just see a warm body and someone to communicate with. I think with dogs, you never age. I think its a beautiful thing!

Easter, kids, dogs, and ramblings

First off, a happy belated Easter to everyone. I had a wonderful afternoon with my family and extended family. The low key aspect really made the dinner, which I prepared (who else?), the company, just everything about the day honestly very nice. It was an extra nice touch to have Easter Monday off from work. It was only a four day weekend but it was enough to recharge the batteries.
Then I returned to work today. This morning seemed as though it lasted as long as the four day weekend. It just dragged! The afternoon breezed by and was over in a blink. I did have time today to evaluate some of the children and there is one that is some enigma. He is right on the edge of being identified as special ed then just when you think you have him figured out, he snaps out of his funk and you have to wonder if its a maturity issue or a disability. This is something that is quite a concern and you have to walk a very thin line before alarming a parent. Would you want to know about a potential problem or would you rather wait it all out and see if it is a maturity thing? I honestly see both sides.
And then there is Bruiser. I've come to the decision that I am going to look around for a vintage skateboard. He is just the right age to begin boarding. Apparently, from my reading, skateboarding and bulldogs go together like cream and sugar. It seems to be a natural phenomenon that they are able to ride. If Bruiser can master this, I have to admit I will be proud. Silly I know but there are days I feel as though Bruiser is all I have. He is my pet, my child, my grandchild, my love, my friend, my heart. You would have to own a bulldog to know that this pretty much describes the breed. All dogs are great but bulldogs are something very different.
I may not be blogging anymore or if I do it will surely be on a whim. I really write for only me and maybe I can channel that energy into poems(my first love). Could be the mood I'm in, I'm not sure.
For now, on with life.

A Thinking Thing

I only have a few minutes to post today. I just got finished cooking dinner and cleaning up the kitchen and now I have to start tomorrow night's dinner. I'm going to use the crock pot and put a stew in as I'm praying that winter will have its last gasp and I can retire my crock pot to baked beans. Its unbelievable how cold the afternoon recess times can be. I keep wishing and hoping that spring will arrive but the weather is telling me something different. Where is this global warming that I keep hearing about on the news? I wonder how much these "pressing news" issues truly are. Are they put up propaganda by the media or are they real problems? I'm not one to really worry about the future of the world. That's a funny point as I worry a lot about my personal future but the bigger picture is another thing. Oh well, that's all the time I have. So I think I'll tag this blog as something upon which one can think. There we go, and I didn't have to end the sentence in a preposition.

Happy St. Patrick's Day

I believe that these three pictures say it all!

Can you believe it?

I can't believe that this Sunday is Palm Sunday! I can't believe the Monday is St. Pat's Day, and that next Sunday is Easter! I don't know about anyone else, but I wish Easter were a standard date every year like Christmas and Halloween. From a decorating standpoint, St. Pat's Day and Easter so close is a nightmare. As far as spacing out time and actually enjoying the holidays it stinks also. I just don;t know why, if we can change daylight savings time, we can't make Easter a mandatory date. I'm voting for the second Sunday in April. This way it can herald spring in a true way. The cold weather should be out of here by then and spring will surely have entered the picture. From a school celebration March can be dedicated to the green and April can be queen of the bunny hatch. Passover can play by its own rules, I don't mind sharing April with Passover. I know its probably a stupid thing to think about but so are so many tings in the rest of the world. How about it world? Let's start a movement.

What a nightmare!

I have not posted in quite some time. Some of this was due to the fact that I was very busy but mostly it was due to computer problems. Then, last week there was a fatal outcome. My beloved computer, while I was surfing Google Earth, went to black and could not be revived. I kid you not, I thought my life was leaving my body. I searched high and low and over and out for my recovery disc but it was not to be found. So I did what any loyal lover would do. I contacted a witch doctor to revive my friend. Oh I was promised that nothing would be lost. I was promised my old friend would be better than ever. Just a mere $300 later my pal is back. I lost everything!!! I lost poems, pictures, letters, favorites, etc. I have not been able to really look at the computer until just now. I feel betrayed, raped...I can't describe it. At last now I know how to back my thing up so this doesn't happen again. I think I remember a Sex in the City that was vaguely about Carrie losing everything (not in a good way). I'll get over this I know but I won't have Carrie's shoes to make me feel better. I guess that's a good thing because if I did, I'd use them to kick myself for my stupidity.
I must also give a giant shout-out to my sister-in-law and brother-in-law, (you know who you are) because I forgot their anniversary again. I forgot it again!!!!!!!!!! This may be the 5th time I've forgotten it. I am pleading with anyone who may read this thing, please next March remind me. I have come to the conclusion I have a mental block with this event. Anyway, Happy Anniversary and may you both have many happy times together for a very long time. Mia cuppa, Mia cuppa.

The birthday, the gardening, and my kind of man

Here I sit in front of my computer trying to come up with ideas as to what I should get my daughter for her birthday on Thursday. Usually, we go shopping together and I buy her some things she would like. This year, her competition season is upon us as is mid-terms and she truly has no time to shop with me. Still, I want her to have a few things to open on her big day. I just can't seem to come up with anything. If anyone has any thoughts, I'd appreciate a holler!
The weather here seems to be breaking and I can't wait to get outside. I purchased some bulbs to put in the ground as soon a s I can work it and the gardening catalogs are coming by the dozens. This is now driving me crazy. In my own mind, I've spent countless amounts of money on plants. Thank God its only in my mind! I'm running out of places to plant. It (gardening) just clears my head the way nothing else can. Here's hoping that Mr. Bruiser doesn't share my love of planting. He was so little last season, that I would sneak out and garden while he was napping. I hope I have the same good luck to do that again this year. He won't rest until he knows I'm settled and follows me from room to room. Bruiser is the husband, child, companion, whatever that everyone should have. He loves me unconditionally. I never say the wrong thing in front of him. His devotion is unsurpassed. He'll eat whatever I put in front of him. He doesn't hog the covers, gets up when I want to, and he lets me control the remote. I don't know...why did I get married and have children? What? Why?