Tomorrow The Girl’s horse get’s that shot and enters the pastures of Paradise.
I can think of nothing more painful for her, although she will not be there. The Father will be there, as we know how it feels to watch a beloved pet die.
I am convinced that some day we shall sing *Happy Days Are Here Again,,,,,*
I have had a subscription to National Geographic since I was about 8.
Today it was canceled.
Ok, The Boy did not get a birthday card, nor any dough, fine.
But I do have to wonder what the fudge my Father is doing.
And my stinking email doesn’t work.
Do I have a *whine, whine, whine* category ?
If not, I should.
While I was assured that Destin simply loved, loved, loved being brushed ( remember, we are talking about long hair dog). Destin loathes, loathes, loathes being brushed.
I have been brushing long haired dogs since 1982. Oddly enough, they often have very sensitive skin. I have four or five different kinds of dog brushes.
Destin loathes being brushed.
So, I called The Boy in for help. Not brushing Destin is simply not an option.
So, we tried that positive reward business from the puppy class.
Nada.
What worked in the end was The Boy singing as we brushed Destin.
Destin seems to be very fond of Bob Marley.
If it works, use it.
Or is it ?
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Oh well, so is Eurotrash.
Last week, James gave me back my random image plugin. That’s that thing on the right side of the page.
I have missed many hours of sleep going over the old posts.
Some I missed very much, where is that sucker ? And so, I have a new category that is simply called *vanity*.
And here is the first one that I spent too much time looking for :
I suppose that some people might wonder why I am no longer linking to my *friends* ( I must say, I seem to collect different versions of the name *Karen*- anyone have the link to *Rise* ?).
It is simply that at this point, I do not want any search engines to find our kitchen.
The site is 8 years old, and has gone through many avatars. Blogger, MT, WP. Twice in the last 3 years, I have lost everything.
A man named James managed to bring my kitchen back to me, all of the memories, the photos. One cannot believe how much it hurt me to loose my kitchen. Sure, I had backups, but in the end, that is simply a very long list of text, not the whole *picture*.
And 8 years ago, the children were 2, 6 and 8.
Now they are old enough to enjoy the site, but want their privacy. Which means that almost 3000 posts, 9000 comments and all photos have to be edited.
Uh, rather daunting, for as well as editing, none of the photos are in the format that I prefer.
Wish me luck !
One day, I really want Google to find our Duit.
I had planned on doing a number of things this past weekend.
Like make sure that all of the *Easter Bunny* things were arranged ( that was planned for Saturday).
And on Sunday, start clearing out the garden, you know, dig up weeds, take away the leaves I had covered the Camellias with, to protect them from what turned out to be a very, very cold winter here.
What was accomplished ? Nada.
On Saturday, The Father, The Girl and The Baby took the dogs to visit Oma and Opa. They used one of *the Company’s * vans. I really did not feel like getting up , once more, at 6am, to tend to children and dogs and do the shopping for the day and then be dumped in a very good place to do Easter Bunny shopping.
Nope. Shoot me. I simply wanted to lie in my nice, warm bed, until sometime after 9am.
So, the *Easter Bunny* business is not solved.
So, on Sunday, I had planned to work on the garden with The Baby, work on sewing up The Boy’s new ( jeepers, I loathe French) duvet and cleaning out one of the fish tanks.
What I ended up doing was spending two hours talking with The Girl and 4 hours trying to fix The Father’s laptop.
I simply do not understand why people in this home think that I can fix a computer. I suppose that it is a case of in the kingdom of the blind, the one eyed woman is Queen.
But my 2 hour chat with The Girl was so very funny ! I felt just like Billy Crystal in Analyze That, where he is the shrink for Mob Boss Robert Di Niro.
You know, so, how do you feel about that ? Non answers all the way. I do not want to give any opinion about The Boyfriend, for he basically has always been very polite to me.
The Girl, though, is simply appalled. According to The Boyfriend, he has a bad heart. Could be, what do I know ? On Saturday, he went to the Big City with an old friend of his ( female) and got a Tattoo. It is a bullet, right above his heart. The Girl at first thought thought that it was one of those sticker things and poked it. Ouch ! And then she told him that it looked like he had a third nipple.
Gosh, how she and I laughed about that comment !
Now, however, she is very upset about his Tattoo, saying that it makes him look like a thug. Oh, really, said Billy Crystal.
She certainly is having second thoughts about The Boy Friend, but I simply try to remain neutral, oh, and how does that make you feel ?
In essence, she feels that was once her best friend has made her a *Trophy*.
I am staying out of this. The Girl knows what she wants and in the end, it is not The Boyfriend.
But that is a choice that she has to make, not Mommy Dearest.
Yup, I know, don’t you just want to puke , all of these puppy pictures !
About every 6 weeks, I try to take one of the children to The Big City, you know, a little one on one time. Today was The Boy´s turn, mostly because he is growing so quickly that he only has one pair of jeans that fit him. I do believe that those jeans could walk alone and conquer a small country.
He also told me that he wanted to start using perfume. I told him that men do not use perfume, they use cologne.
Actually, it is called Toilet Water, but in French, and I have had a cursed time this week with French. Attempting to make small talk with our neighbor, who is an artist, I was asking if his new place would have an at, at, at, at, simply could not pronounce the French word for an artist´s studio. I felt like a blubbering idiot. I also cannot pronounce the Dutch adjective for vegetarian.
We spoke with his Fashion adviser, aka The Girl, and she recommended both a new clothing store for him and two brands of cologne that he might like.
Like all teenagers, he slept forever this morning, and so we had a late start. We went to the store The Fashion adviser recommended and he LOVED it. We were the only ones in the store, the music was too funky for words, and the totally cool young men working there were treating him like a visiting Saudi prince.
I insisted that he try on the clothing first, as every manufacturer has different specs. I had to hold the curtain shut for him as he tried on various items. And then one young man gave him fashion advice, try this shirt with the pants and zipper up light weight jacket. No, try it in a smaller size.
The Boy is so pleased with this outfit. He is wearing it now, as he visits Opa in the Hospital.
Then the perfume stores, two outlets of IC Paris. Tell me, why do the French bother with the s. He did not like the Hugo Boss at all. At the larger store, a charming young woman sprayed about 6 different Armani fragrances on small paper wafers for him to sniff and we bought the smallest bottle there.
I had to sniff The Boy about 4 times before he left this evening.
At yet another store, as we were paying, the girl at the register actually asked The Boy if he was The Girls´s brother. While the two girls look like clones, The Boy does not resemble them at all. Big City, small world.
Any trip to The Big City must include lunch at Mickey D´s, and I scarfed down a Big Old Mac in about 3 minutes. We had been walking for over 3 hours and I was simply starving and I do not feel guilty at all.
Next week, The Baby goes to The Big City. She as well is growing like a weed, thank God, and also needs more clothing. While I often say that I am the same height as Napoleon, I do not wish my height, read 5 foot 2, upon anyone.
It was a good and fine day. The Boy and I had a lot of laughs, including one about him being just like The Girl, a shop until you drop person.
And he agreed !
