100th post and nothing to say

School started!!!!! I am teaching 9th grade at an unnamed suburban school, and it has been wonderful thus far......with the exception of getting up at 5am and one student who greeted me by saying "Yo Miss W, how old are you? Like 38?" I'm happy and busy and there's money in my bank account......

Life is good.

so......

... my dog has fleas. Badly. And I’ve scrubbed her and sprayed the house, and given her the meds from the vet….and she still has fleas. Which was fine until they started biting ME. So we’re working on that, but not before she gave them to my mothers dog Duke. Now Duke is old, and fat and has fuzzy, thick, impossible to see fleas, fur. So he was itching and scratching and unable to lay still. And my mom noticed that he was scratching and scratching in the same spot all day. So we started to investigate, rolled the giant tub of a dog onto his back and searched his tummy for bug bites. We looked, and combed and pulled, until finally my mom found something. It was red and black and slightly raised. It looked like a tick bite and we were pumped that we finally found what was making Dukie so uncomfortable. My mom squeezed it, and picked at it to see if the tick was still in there…..Then we found another one, and my mom was starting to get nervous that maybe we should take him to the vet. We cut all the fur off of the bites and sprayed them with anti-itch spray. Poor puppy. The second one was about three inches down from the first one, so we kept looking. Then we found another and another…….strangely they were evenly spaced around the perimeter of his tummy…..they were his nipples.

….Duke does not have fleas….or ticks. Only bald patches on his tummy where we cut off all the fur. We’re really smrt.

peek-a-boo

too cute for words.

Yes, there were adults there too....but they aren't as fun to photograph. :-)



ps. I have really cute pictures of fishing and looking for worms and puddle jumping.....but those are for another day....

Family

There is nothing I love more than snugglie babies in PJs!
Trying to capture the awe we were feeling....from Gods light show.

We can't get those cutie pie babies away from great grandma. :-) Grandma and Miles and Bryce.......
Cousins!!!!
Brody on the Deer, just shortly before he grunted and ripped off the deer's antlers...

By the look on Gina's face I can only assume that Julia is hiding from something very very scary. :-) We had a super, wonderful, amazing (if not soggy) weekend at the farm. Even if Julia was playing shy girl for a little while. Despite "Uncle" Jeff's best attempts to get her to smile for him.

I am so...

blessed. Sometimes I read back over my blog and realize that I am a whiny little brat. But, today as I sat on the dock overlooking the pond and talking to the fish it dawned on me just how lucky and fortunate I am. I was watching 2 of the most important men in my life, both sitting on lawn mowers, cutting the grass around the pond. One, who is my first and only love and the other who I call Dad because he has been more a father to me in the few years I have known him than my own has ever been. they were cutting the grass so that I could have my two best friends from college and their spouses and children come to camp out this weekend. Where we will feed them the corn that we grew in our bountiful garden, and share with them the beauty and tranquility of this large piece of property. We will cook them breakfast of bacon and eggs from the pigs that we raised and welcome them into the family that so welcomes everyone who steps foot on this land and in this house. Sometimes in the hassle of everyday life we forget the things that really matter, and in fleeting moments we get glimpses into what is important in flashes of happiness that we almost feel guilty for overlooking.

Our family reunion went wonderfully this summer, as always, depsite the rain and thunder. (which actually produced the most awe inspiring light show I have ever seen). Admist love and laughter and wet sloppy baby kisses there is good food, friendship and fantastic memories. Each year our circle of family gets larger and larger and I hope that the children in this family look back on their time at the farm their whole lives with gladness. Some cousins from California were doing just that, a grandmother bringing her young granddaughter to experience the farm as she had as a child. I have a billion sweet pictures to post when I have a few free moments. (Leah you were sorely missed. We all feel slighted that we didn't get the opportunity to love on your boys and share a glass of wine with you!)

Life is good.

Must have...

wine. In a jug. I feel a need to sit down and have a glass (or 6) of wine.
So, I didn't get the job. They were hiring for 3 positions, I had to go back into the school today for a 3rd interview. (who ever heard of THREE interviews?!) to be told that they have filled the 2 full time positions and are looking for someone to cover a 6 week maternity leave beginning in September. They are calling me back this afternoon if they want to offer me the 6 wk. position.....I don't want a 6 week position. But I suppose its better than nothing. Im really disappointed and bummed out and feel just plain crappy because I thought my previous interviews went really well. I currently have -$17.49 in my bank account and bills that were due last week and feel overwhelmed and sad. I was really hoping to get hired for this job. I was playing all nonchalant with my family, like it was no big deal, but Im a big liar-face because I am way more upset about this than I should be if it was no big deal.

and....we bought a couch last week, to be picked up on Tuesday before a billion family members come to our house this weekend. But, its possible that we will both be unemployed before long and then I have no idea what we're gonna do. and what possessed us to buy a couch? I have no clue. But, I love the couch. Love love love it. Its ours and its beautiful and its new and I love it.

So, now that Im through whining I'm going to begin wine-ing. its 10am. Thats ok right?

-So my bff's freakishly committed wedding is over. There was no booze at the reception so i smuggled in wine with the help of my mothers fully packed cooler in the trunk of her car. Bless her heart. I made it through my maid of honor speech with only 3 sentences to go before I cried. Kate was a beautiful bride. She seems happy and spent a week in sunny Cancun. Life is good.

-I was called in for a second interview at Churchville-Chili H.S. (it went well) and they called my references yesterday. (I know this because my favorite professor called me to fill me in). So keep your fingers crossed. Its a nice suburban school district just 10 miles south of my house in Spencerport, which would be a wonderful commute. How will that work with my relationship and other Topsy-turvy messes I get myself into? umm...... we'll figure that out later.

-I'm 24. And I'm bratty about it. I hate 24. I feel like a loser. I have no job and no life and my friends all do. And its crappy. yes. Crappy. And I didn't get any presents to unwrap this year. I am not too old for presents. Yes, I know, I got a floor installed and some cash. Fine. But I want presents, with tissue paper, and wrapping paper and bows. (I told you I'm bratty about it.) And it was a horrible birthday, I did nothing fun, there was no cake or singing, there was no heavy drinking, and no time for friends, all because I was doing crap for a wedding that I don't approve of. Word of the day: Crap. (the floor is beautiful though).

-its thundering, and this is mom's computer and I should get off, because how pissed would she be if lightening fried her computer while I blogged?

Just so we're clear.....

...I will not say the words obey, submit, obedient, or humble follower in my wedding vows. A marriage is supposed to be a team right? Nor will I use the phrase: "you shall be the leader in all things" when talking to my husband.

that is all.

White Paint and White Shoes

My bff is getting married TOMORROW. and.....I hate her stinkin' guts. Both for getting married, while I have been dating for going on 8 yrs and there is no light of that in my future, and for turning into Bridzilla (or maybe bride-porcelain-doll since she breaks into hysterical tears over the tiniest things). I am tired of showers, and errands, and flowers, and dresses that are too ugly for curtains in a retirement home...... I am so so so excited for her as she is disgustingly happy and elated and on could nine and all that jazz.....And he's a pretty nice guy too..... just a little bitter, and tired of being "SUPER-BRIDESMAID". On a more positive note, I bought the most beautiful, sparkly, spiked heeled, tall, white shoes to wear tomorrow, and I love love love them. They are currently the most expensive thing that I own, my house included.

And we painted the floor white. A primer. In preparation of laying the hardwood floors. I am excited. I told them its all I wanted for my birthday.... (ah yes, the whining of that is for another post, the whole: 24, unemployed, uncommitted, penniless, massively in debt and not at all where I expected to be at 24). So.....I have a white, furniture-less living room....and white shoes...... and only 48 hours till the wedding is over :-)