Dogbook

It's official. Zoey has her own page on Dogbook. Please check it out and join. She also has two new groups. One called GeoDogs and the other USS Abraham Lincoln ALFA Dogs. Show your support.

She is very lonely and missing her sailor. She's busy right now, burying a dingo in a blanket, trying to keep her spirits up.

http://apps.new.facebook.com/dogbook/profile/view/5456864

Yes.. I mean No

I have got to learn how to me a "NO' person. This "YES" thing is killing me. Then applying the "KISS" principle backfires into a WAIADM. KISS you all know means: Keep It Simple Stupid. WAIADM means What Am I A Door Mat?

Now, I've never heard of the Kitchen Sink Syndrome, but clearly my latest project has dishes piled up in it. KSS is where the scope of the project is not clearly defined. It just gets bigger, as the tasks keep getting added to the stack. I still have the same deadline. Ugh!

I'm just frustrated because clearly there was a lack of communication. Yes, Eric was right about the email thingy. The back and forth, exchanging information, and you can lose sight of your original idea. One little tiny phone could have saved me from KSS. And I hate doing dishes, almost as much as doing laundry in my house.

So today is a new day. I've had a cup of coffee, made the calls needed to put out the fires, and I'm now just waiting for those who need to call me back, to do so. Shari, you were right... I should have called Eric.

Get along little doggie

Now it's about time you got to know our littlest baby. I'm sure you are wondering why in the world would I get a tiny little chihuahua when I happen to have four wild & rowdy six year olds. It's because I'm crazy! I'm crazy for this dog.

She is the sweetest thing. And dang it, she's smart too. She has to be. She has survived almost four months of pure terror.

Just getting her was hard enough. I spent some time hanging on the fence about it. I had to find good homes for my last two dogs. They were too much to handle and big barkers. Luckily, I have two great friends who wanted them. I felt really guilty about it, too. Todd leaves for deployment and it's bad enough that I get rid of his two junker cars out front, then I get rid of his dogs, too. I sorta kinda missed them, then I just thought of those calls from the home association asking me to do something about the barking. A no brainer, huh?

My sister has a real sweet chihuahua named Boo. Cheryl and Boo moved out during the springtime after living with us for 4-5 years. I missed Boo (ha ha). She was a sweetie. I wanted a little lap dog just like her.

So, while I was on vacation in Hurricane, UT, visiting my folks, I'd sit and read the paper each morning. There's not much else to do, it's so dang hot there. I mean, I would read that sucker front to back, do the crossword (I hate crosswords), and even read the classifieds. So, no wonder the pet section caught my eye. I was looking at all the ads, even the cat section and I definitely didn't want another cat. I was so bored, figured it would hurt to just go and see a few puppies. Right?

Well, I almost ended up with a little adorable yorkie. But it was way too much money and Todd said something to me about how he just wants to kick those kind of dogs. Ouch! Kinda mean, huh? I think it's all the long hair, hairspray and ribbons. I just didn't want to ask him why. Maybe he watched too much StarTrek as a kid and had bad dreams about Tribbles.

Now, I was honest and I had been talking to Todd about getting another dog, a really small little dog. He said something to me about wanting a black and white dog, like the one my friends had. It was a fox terrier. Now, I thought heck there's an ad for black and white chihuahuas and within my price range - same thing. Bingo! So, I got her!!!

Now during the first month, we've had some close calls, one trip to the ER vet, and one long night of crying and beating myself up. Why in the world would I get such a small dog, when I have four maniac children??? I prayed to God to help me and I vowed to protect her, but she's got it all figured out herself.

She is one of the toughest dogs I've ever been around. She is lightening fast and able to outrun four pairs of feet. She will bite the crap out you, if you stick your grubby pizza face in hers (maybe not, but she growls really loud). She can take on three biggie size cats and make them all run back into their hidy-hole of a master bedroom. She'll also clean your back teeth and the inside of your nose, if you are nice to her. If you visit my home, she will make you the center of her world (and I'm chopped liver until you leave).

Zoey is one smart cookie and she's staying. Now I just have to teach her how to wrangle and herd the boys into bed at night. Heck, I don't need the Supernanny. I've got Zoey.

Bitchy people

Oooh, I'm mad. Just at those people who can talk to you like you're a piece of crap. I have a habit of trying to say something nice, but it comes out all wrong. Like, "Wow, when is your baby due" to a fat lady. I did something like this today and didn't have a clue that what I wrote in an email that came out all wrong.

Then out of nowhere, the reply comes back, spewing burning fire and tiny poison needles. Like I'm supposed to just take it all in and not say anything. Never hearing an "I'm sorry", even after the incident was resolved. Oh, I apoligized, but the sender never did. Ouch, that hurts.

What is it with people?? It's okay to email or text message this way?? Is is alright to break up with someone this way?? When did we stop talking to one another? You can't hear the real meaning behind the message.

I doubt she realizes what she did to me hurt, just as much as I hurt her. We'll see. I guess I'll just have to wait until hell freezes over for that I'm sorry.

Well in the meantime, I'm taking my advice from Kathy Griffin and shout out that she can just SUCK IT! That makes me feel good. It feels good saying that, I like the sound and the hand gestures I make when I say it. I'm not taking this from her. I'm not letting her dump all over me and make me feel like I'm the bad guy. Donna the doormat ain't home, so she can just SUCK IT!!

Wow, I'm not mad anymore.

Mom to Rock monkeys & wife to Popeye

Who am I?? Well, I'm just me, but I'm a mom to six year old quadruplets and I'm married to a US Navy sailor. He's currently deployed, so I am really a mom AND a dad for the time being.

I have people ask me all the time "How do you do it?". And I say, "I dunno, I just do". I also volunteer for the ship as a command ombudsman. It's not like I don't have anything to do, huh?

The boys just started first grade and lucky for me it's all day long. I am trying to figure out what I'm supposed to do now while they're gone. All summer long, they've been home, spending time with me 24/7. I don't know what it's like to be by myself anymore.

My house is a disaster. Hurricane Morgan, Kirby, Cooper & Wyatt have come thru here. I now just need a little Flylady, the Supernanny, the Clean Sweep team, and maybe a little Dr Phil to come over and give me a kick in the butt. Because the coffee isn't jump starting my day.

I can say that I am NOT perfect and that Jon & Kate have it all together and they've got 8 kids. Hopefully thru this blog, I can find the real me again. We'll just have to wait and see.