Thanks to Erik and with no help from Logan we’ve reached a whole new level of insanity in the Finton household. One in which we must tuck both Erik and the dog in under the covers when it’s time for bed….
O and did you notice Logan has his own freakin pillow?
So we have two dogs, and if anyone knows us they already knew this.
One, Logan, sleeps downstairs in Erik’s room. The other, my small-ish dog Drake, sleeps upstairs with us. Well, Drake snores louder than Brandon. Yes, a mighty feat but one he has conquered. He weighs 25 pounds. And he snores like a trucker (why do truckers snore loud? I never understood that analogy).
So at night I generally sleep with earplugs. Because of the dog. Sheesh.
Tags: Dogs
….to share the pathetic-ness. Ahh…they are loved though. If only by me, they are still loved. 
Yes this is in one day. The first was this morning when they were just deciding to be lazy. The second photo was this afternoon after I played ball with them and Leroy for about a half hour. I guess I killed them. Rough life they live.
This is our dog, Logan. He likes to fall asleep in front of our pellet stove. He does it for so long that when you go to touch him his fur burns your hand. He notsosmart.
Tags: Dogs
So yesterday I spent most of the day putting up Erik’s 99 red balloons in his room. 200 plus stickers. My hands and back are still sore from doing them. When Erik first saw them though his eyes lit right up and he started smiling. Then he kept pointing at them and wanting to touch them. What a great kid. He says bawwoon every time he sees them.
Nothing horribly new on the Erik front. He is obsessed with Shrek for some reason. We watch it everyday. And I mean, everyday. Sometimes, no joke, twice a day. I rotate between Shrek 1 and Shrek 2, but my god. The kid is obsessed. It’s so funny too, because he will sit through the whole thing every time like he has never seen it before. Every time to him is the first time. He laughs and smiles and makes funny faces throughout the movie too. His new favorite word to say is donkey. Sounds more like dawnkey but that’s okay.
Erik still loves the puppy dogs though. When I dropped Drake off to get his grooming Erik starting screaming when the lady took him away. I don’t know why, the dogs are such a pain. I have finally gotten Erik to kind of listen to my reasoning with him. When we are in the car and he decides to pitch a large fit, I just say firmly that when we get home he will go immediately to bed and no more Shrek. He will stop immediately. He hates the threat of having to go to bed. But at the same time, he is so good about bed time. I’m not sure about him.
Tags: Decorating, Dogs
So I took Drake in to get groomed today because I was getting sick of doing it and it makes so much of a mess. Well, hahahahaha, I only use scissors when I groom him. They shaved him. He looks, like, I don’t know. He has zero curls left. It’s kind of funny, actually hysterical. I started laughing uncontrollably when I saw him. The lady was like oh no did we do a bad job? I told her no, I just didn’t expect it to be so short, but it grows so it’s okay. I just miss his curls. My poor boy. Hahahahaha. Okay I’m done laughing.
So I’m out of work again. I don’t know how long for this time. I’m actually waiting for my Dr. to call me back. I had an appointment with her last night but she was having a “crisis” with one of her other patients so she had to send me away. Every time I go in there they have NPR on in the waiting room. I hate NPR. There is always the same sing songy narrator, always female, that is talking about some democratic uncertainty and how the world is really out to get you. Then they always have some idiot republican come on, always male, that says something to the affect of, everyone that votes is taking a chance. What the fuck is that kind of statement? I hate the story telling sound they have and then they always interview the most idiotic people to make it sound like the world is really really really bad. I can listen to NPR for 2 hours and know the entire programming for the rest of the week. I guess in my “circle” of friends listening to NPR is the “in” thing to do. I just can’t, do it. I can think for myself. I can read news. I don’t need some crack potted narrator lady ready stories to me to get it. Sorry, I’m being very anti liberal right now, and for liberal Patti it’s not true to form, but what the hell. I have tried, I just can’t do it.
Now that I’m done with that tirade, back to my story. Anyway, she sent me away and promised she would call me in the morning and we could figure out all of the paperwork for my leave of absence. Well, it’s 1:30 in the afternoon, and alas, no phone call. She always calls me back in the evening so I don’t know why she said she would call me during the day. I don’t know why I’m disappointed that she has yet to do so. Ah, whatever, I don’t care, I’ll just patiently wait here.
So the friendship front has been interesting. Marisa has again dropped off the face of the earth. I love her dearly, but she has troubles with her girlfriend so she shuts everyone else out when she is with her so they can focus on their relationship. She also has completely devoted herself to her job. Or my job. Or whatever. I’m happy for her that she’s found herself happy in her career, but, I think she is setting her hopes high. I have told her this, so don’t feel I’m literally bashing her behind her back. I just know so many really really really good assistants that haven’t been promoted that have been there for years. Then the other assistants that I know that have been promoted have been assistants for 10+ years. Part of the reason why I want to leave too. The possibility for promotion is right at your finger tips, and everyone taunts it right in front of your face, but when reality hits, it’s much harder than one thinks.
So the painter for the house should hopefully start tomorrow. Brandon has gotten a lot of work done around the house the past few weeks and I’m really impressed. The realtor said she hopes, as do we, that we can get the house listed November 1st. They say that 90% or something like that sell within the first couple of weeks. So we should know soon. As Brandon says I will miss this house. It was our first house. But, well, you can’t always have a first house. I guess you can. We couldn’t with this house though. This is a first house. This will be anyone’s first house. Or house in between. This isn’t THE house. You know, the house your parents have lived in your entire life that you bring your grandkids to? This is not that house. So it’s okay, time to move on.
I’m supposed to be grocery shopping now. But for the lack of any interest in doing so, I’m sitting here typing on my red mac. I don’t have a macbook, I have a red macbook. It’s the only kind to have, of course. I honestly don’t feel well at all. I feel like I’m coming down with the flu now, after a week of vomiting and not eating. It never ends. Or gets better. I didn’t sleep for nine days. NINE DAYS. Can you believe that? I mean, it’s not like, oh I had crappy sleep for nine days. It’s, um, I have been awake for nine days. I have slept the past four nights though, with medication I’m not at all supposed to be taking, so I feel a little better in that aspect. I have to stop taking it though, so inevitably, the nine days will turn into many many more.
Oh, and will someone leave a comment. I’m not asking for a lot here, I just want to see how it works. PLEASE.
So, I brought the dog’s in because they were outside barking uncontrollably. Well Drake wasn’t, because he had the bark collar on, but Logan was. Logan’s bark is much louder and rough, so it’s worse. They were tangled up together, so the farthest away they could get from each other was around 3 feet. I bring them in, they immediately start knocking stuff over and making a mess out of the house I had cleaned all day. Then, to top it off, as I was picking up after the mess they made downstairs, Drake went up and took a crap in Erik’s room. AGAIN! He was inside for a matter of maybe, 6-7 minutes. Not only does he poop in the house, he pooped in my 21 month olds room. Life just couldn’t be happier right now.
I’m finally attempting to sell some jewelry that I need to get rid of. However much I don’t want to, and it sucks.
I keep crying. I hate crying. I need to go be a housewife some more. It’s the only thing I can at least mediocrely do.
I really miss Amy. *sigh*
Well, as these current debates are some of the most painful that I have lived through in my short 25 years (yes, I will still claim I am 25 for the next 7 days, I’m not giving it up yet), I just want to go to sleep. No one can answer a question. All they can do is point out the problems. Their answers are we need to reevaluate, need to change, need to look at the big picture. No way! *crossing eyes* I didn’t realize that was all it took to become a senator. Actually, yes I did, we have President Bush.
Anyway, as I’m not horribly interested in talking about this much more, we will move on. So today it rained horribly. Brandon let the dogs out when he left and tied them up on their lines. As Erik and I slept in a little bit more than normal (Erik was up late last night after suffering from a head injury) the dogs got quite wet. Normally, this wouldn’t be such a problem. All you have to do is bring the dogs in, leave them in the back room, wait till they dry, life is happy, right? Well, we have no grass. Seriously. We used to. Logan has decided that he doesn’t so much like grass so our entire back yard is, dirt. So as one can assume, two dogs, out in the rain for 2 hours, in a dirt filled back yard, that they would be quite…dirty. Well dirty wasn’t the word. Drake was no longer blonde. He was black. From head to toe. Logan was still black of course but alas, not as dirty. Fun thing is just 2 days ago I went through and bleached the backroom so we could put new flooring down in there. As that was the only place to put the wet sopping dogs, we now have a dirt floor in the backroom, again. I had to get Drake upstairs to give him a bath before all of it dried in his very long hair. That was an escapade itself. Erik helped me (literally) and we got him clean. We had to use the shower. On a dog!!!! *sigh* Drake is definitely high maintenance. He looks pretty though. I was running out of puppy shampoo so he got some biosilk shampoo too. He’s definitely very stylish. I still miss Max though.
So only 14 more days until I’m back at work. Well, maybe less depending on what the Dr says monday. I hope my other Dr gets back to me soon, because the pain in my back just keeps getting worse. I feel like I’m slowly dying, pieces of me chipping away at a time. And people tell me I age well….cha.
Erik has been having a few bad nights the past week. He has been unhappy at night, but I really believe it’s because he’s getting his bottom molars in. The child is 100% a New Yorker as well because he hates the heat. To think he was born in Florida!
Erik still loves the swiffer and any type of broom or mop. He gets very upset when he can’t carry one of them around. He is very good at using the swiffer though after I sweep. He runs through the whole house for me! It’s great! He thinks it’s a fun game but it’s quite a help.
I think that is all on Erik news right now. We got another new puppy, his name is Drake. This dog is much smaller than our current dog. Actually about 1/10th Logan’s size, so Erik enjoys tormenting him when he can!
Tags: Dogs, Erik Milestones