Simply Not Simple

Healing...

 

I am NOT a murderer of love

If you haven't seen Dan in Real Life, I highly recommend it.  My post title comes from the movie (although it's actually "you are a murderer OF LOVE" in the movie)

Kelsie has recently broken up with her boyfriend and we all feel the effects of it.  We loved this kid.  He literally felt like one of the family, and he enjoyed spending time with us too.  I really miss him, but understand it's too hard for him to still come and see us and have to see Kelsie too.  Hopefully as time goes on they can let their relationship grow into the friendship that  it was meant to be.  They acted much more like friends than boyfriend/girlfriend and she just wasn't feeling it. We've been teasing Kelsie about being a murderer of love.  The kids are very put out with her right now, but she did do the right thing. It's a sad thing to be a murderer of love, and it's a sad thing to be the family of a murderer of love.

Today though, I got an email from my hot fireman ex-student from last spring.  The one I never got a picture of?  Anyway, the last night of class the hot fireman and several class members went out (and forgot me-the bums).  In his email he told me that he is engaged to one of my other class members.  My class is the love connection!  I think it's very sweet.

I am an ENABLER of love!

Some people just don't know when to shut their mouths

And one of those people would be me.  I've spoken before of my dear neighbors, the cocaine dealers, and how very glad I am I doubled the price and size of my house for my growing family to end up with the distinction of living next to drug lords.  It's ALWAYS fun to have cops up and down your street, and it's especially fun that they always park in front of MY house, making it look like I am the criminal.  Well done cops, well done.

Well, now the drug lords have done it.  And I finally had a patented "JENN verbal explosion" all over their drug lord-y asses.  You're going to find it hard to believe this because it is THAT outrageous, but they STOLE MY WATER.  And they stole my hoses in order to steal my water,  AND they didn't even put the damn hose on right (no directions on the hose I guess) so it sprayed water all night and day long until I noticed the squeeky hose sound whenever I ran my inside water.

As I stood there in the 103+ heat trying to unscrew my hose from my tap I became madder by the minute because somehow the way they put it on kept my tap from turning all the way off so I had to wrestle a hose put on wrong, spraying water everywhere for STUPID DRUG LORDS.  Don't STUPID DRUG LORDS have money?  Why the hell did they have to use my water and hose?  Asswholes.

Just as I get the stupid hose off and my tap turned off I turned and saw a STUPID DRUG LORD.  There was no shutting my big mouth at that point.  I cussed them out, with a mouth that might have embarrassed a sailor.  I screamed at them for about 5 minutes, then with my usual courtesy and grace flipped them off and dragged my hose into my garage (where it still sits- HA!  They can't use my water anymore- then again, neither can I).  It was after the big shrieking angry female scene that I realized my husband was out of town on business and there was no one to back me up.

Thank GOD for big German Shepherds and door locks and police who park in front of your house.

Someday I need to learn to shut my piehole.

Free cats are not free

And when your house is falling apart from hail and ice and crap, it is a VERY lucky thing your husband is on a business trip when the dogs get a hold of (sorry about the "get a hold of" because I do live in OK and do not know the correct english for that phrase) the kitten.   (Although, really, I think he's lying about not taking the kitten to the vet, because who could sit there and watch an animal suffer to death- other than serial killers?)

When Bear died we got a kitten from our friend to kind of help fill the void.  This kitten has already been through TWO lives from these dogs of mine.  The poor kitten is just not smart enough to hide from the dogs, which our older cat knew instinctively since the day we got her.  The dogs both shook him around last week and once we made them put him down he was breathing scary and I was freaked out.  My oldest and I took him in to the vet because we couldn't handle watching it hurt and I can't watch another animal die.  Bear was enough for a lifetime.  We thought for sure he would have to be put down, but felt that was way better than the kitten dying a painful death.  It turns out that he was in shock and had some bleeding in his lungs, but other than that was uninjured.  Unfortunately the vet bill was quite a bit, but worth every penny.  Now I've got to struggle even harder to figure out how to fix our broken everything.

Seriously, could anyone really sit there and watch an animal die and do nothing?  I had to with Bear because he weighed 80+ lbs and I couldn't get him out of his crate, but I can't imagine doing it purposefully.  I have to believe that my husband is giving me hell because that's what he does.

Because this animal is too cute for words: