Simply Not Simple

I think the answer to my last post is: crazy

although I loved Pamela's suggestion in the comments.

I am going to have 4 animals less than 1.5 years old.  Crazy HAS to be the term for it.  Thank goodness my youngest child is 7!  And the two cats don't really count EXCEPT when my daughter doesn't scoop their litter and they poop in my bathtub (Which really, what the hell??!?? they should poop in HER tub!).  Cats, thank goodness don't really take a lot of work.  I do need to figure out how to get Mia the 3 lb mutt puppy to quit barking all night long with the power of a banshee before we get Eagle.  Anyone know how to fix that in 3 days?

See, crazy?!?  And just in case you wondered what happened to my already disturbing banner, I graffitii-ed it the day I found out we had to give Biscuit back.  My maturity level is less than half my age in case you were wondering.  Feb's banner should be purtier!

So what do you call a 36 year old woman who can't take no for an answer?

A brat?  An ass?  It seems like whenever anyone tries to tell me no I expend all the energy I can to get my way.  The worst part is I almost always do "win" in the end.  My mother has told me my whole life I should have went into law because I will argue with a wall, but my heart wasn't ever into it.  I do however LOVE to argue and rarely if ever lose.

This time, however, I think it will turn out well.  I have to give my sweet dog Biscuit back because of aggressive behaviours he is showing (believed to be brought about by trying to be the protector of our family, but since he was over 2 when we got him we are unable to work with these behaviours without potential  harm to one of our neighbors and our cat and new puppy, Biscuit will be going back to the breeder and rehomed to someone without small animals.  We will take care of making sure the neighbor's kid can't get to our animals anymore).  Anyone who has been reading me the past two years (Can you BELIEVE it??!!!) knows how much I love Schutzhund training our dogs.  You may also remember my precious Bear who died in June, and Biscuit the foster dog who we thought had replaced him.  The breeder and I got into it when she told me she would not let me have another puppy and that I needed to title Ginger before I got another dog.  Ginger has never been my working dog and I am unwilling to take her from my husband and daughter who have been working her for 2 years.  I finally argued my friend/breeder into a puppy she has now who is a full sibling to Ginger and beautiful.  He seems to be the Schtzhund dog I want and will be a breedable male, which is what my husband has wanted all along.  So on Saturday I bring home Eagle who will complete our furry pets.

We will have :

2.5 y.o Ginger- the German Shepherd obedience goddess

1 y.o rescue cat Roo

6 month old rescue monster cat Tigger

2 month old 3 lb mutt puppy Mia

And my Eagle:

 

I believe our family is complete! (whew it took a lot of work to get here!!!!! May this puppy never eat a sock!)

Waiting for the good and oh so tired of the onslaught of the bad

Still nothing happy to report: no new job (Who is getting all these jobs anyway, I don't know anyone actually getting the jobs?)

My health is still crazy.  The medicine I thought was making me pass out was not the culprit.  I almost passed out again without having that particular med for days.  Something inherent to me is causing these episodes, and they're starting to think my heart is misfiring. Or that the tumor is secreting something which is messing with my heart, etc.  More testing on that this month. (Sedated this time. I did an MRI last month and thought I was SO TOUGH and didn't need sedation. I'm an idiot. I was crying by the end and was convinced there was a monster stomping around in the room who had killed everyone else and I was going to be strapped to the board forever. And my husband can't understand the irrationality of a phobia)

I got the kids a mutt puppy (Corgi, Minature Pinscher and Pomeranian- SO cute!!!) because although our German Shepherds are amazing dogs, they're too feisty for the kids to walk and they've wanted a puppy of their own.  She's adorable.  However Biscuit picked her up and was shaking her like he had done with Tigger as a kitten.  With this, the killer bark reserved only for our neighbor who has done something to make him angry in the past and his biting the vet tech and growling at the vet the breeder has decided he needed to go back to her for a different placement.  I'm so, so sad and yet somewhat relieved because Biscuit had the worst quality elbows on his breeding x-ray (the reason we got him at 2 years), and with Kelsie starting college soon I won't be able to afford the surgery.  Gib had never wanted Biscuit because of this, so it actually removes one of the multiple causes of fights around here.  That'll be 2 dogs I've lost in a year.  And the breeder is saying she won't place another puppy with me.  (We'll have too much going on according to her- although it would be the exact same number of animals in this house.) This pisses me off.  I don't want to have to find another breeder, but I just may have to.

And worst of all... my 13 year old son didn't come home Fri night.  He decided to stay the night at a friends house after the movie they had gone to see.  About 2 AM we realized he was gone. We had people in and out and sometimes Preston hides alone in this room.  He didn't call me until 10 AM Sat morning.  I have never been so scared.  I was so afraid something had happened to them at the movies and Preston had no ID or even his cell phone on him.  I feel like I'm doing some awful bad parenting if my child can do this.  He is going to start counseling on Monday.  Something obviously needs to be addressed.

Sorry for yet another "Downer post from Jenn" (said in Pigs In Space style), things have to start looking the other way eventually.

My poor dog, I'm quite glad he can't read (or understand interpretive pictures of himself

Even though he's a pacificist, I have a feeling he might want to bite me just a little.  It's kinda a creepy Ted Burton edition....... I don't like Ted Burton.

Now might be a good time to tell I've been sick since Mon.  Can't get out of bed to do anything, sleeping all the time and peeing brown kinda sick.  I fear it's affecting my banners.  Forgive me?

For you, my beloved readership, I fixed the creepy banner

Bwahahahahahahahahhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

(Don't tell Biscuit)

Okay, so seriously, is my new page design a little creepy?

I like it, but it does seem a tad on the sociopathic violent side.  I've had more than my fair share going on and being virtually locked up in my home  unable to drive has definitely brought out my barky side (side note: I will NOT make a good 100 year old person UNLESS I still have all my faculties and can drive myself wherever I want).  My well known hyperimaginactivity (go with me on this word, will ya?) has had me questioning everything from friends to my marriage to my sanity.  It's starting to really affect us all.  With any luck at the very least I will be released to drive and work again on Wed.  (Who would have thought after 2 years of bitching I would WANT to work?!!?!?)  With the best of luck and a great deal of blessings I will be able to start a new, wonderful clincal research job in a couple weeks.  I have heard that in this state if you have had an issue with multiple episodes of unconsciousness of any sort it is illegal to drive for six months.  I pray this is not the case.

Oh yeah.  The layout.and banner.  Scary?  Representative?  Something that would keep newcomers from ever coming back?  I'd appreciate your thoughts!

Hilarious painting seen in a physician's office today

This doctor isn't  my personal physician but my physician was borrowing his exam room today.  This has cracked me up all day and I just had to take a picture of it.  I wonder what kind of doctor this person really is.  (They are in a neurosurgery practice)