All dogs go to heaven
Chris got me my bike last week. Yay! I rode it around on Saturday, but it's really still too cold to get a nice ride out of it. It's sunny today (still chilly), but I may be able to hop on after work. It's cute! Turquoise blue with white wall tires with a little basket on the front. I'll post a picture on my next jaunt.
I'll be bringing a dog back with me when I fly home next Monday night. Her name is Lola (...she was a showgirl! Yeah!) and she's a 4 year old white and black Dane/Bull mix. She's beautiful and a sweetie pie. My mom's friend's (who briefly agreed to watch my mom) youngest son just found out his wife has been steppin' out on him for over a year and is leaving him. He's 29. She's 22 and stepped out with a 55 year old. Talk about a daddy complex. Sheesh! Anyway he's all distraught and doesn't want the dog because she's "her" dog. They're fighting over money and cars and the house, etc., but the dog...yeah the dog he just wanted to take to the pound and put down. =/ W-T-F is WRONG with people. 'I just can't bear to even look at the dog let alone care for it, Malia.' Oh it just makes me want to throw up. I haven't been able to sleep until this was resolved and I could convince my mom's friend to foster the dog until I could get down there (obviously there are conditions). Loser...I'm making him pay air freight charges. Here's a picture of her with her companion Frankie who is staying because he's "his" dog and doesn't require very much attention. I have a gut feeling I'll be taking Frankie later on down the road when I look at this picture.
Btw-We need another animal living with us like a hole in the head, but we refuse to let this happen. It's not the dog's fault his owners are dumbasses. Besides with our current dog's deteriorating condition with his hip dysplasia and arthritic joints it's sad, but very helpful to have an "overlap" dog. Buckeye is 16 years old. He's a Shepherd/Chow Chow mix. We're so glad to give him a forever home after being neglected for the first part of his life. Chris has had him for 5 years and he's truly his best friend in the whole world.
I so wanted a pug, but Lola has come to me for a reason. Ugh...I'm going to probably have to take up running just to burn off all her nervous energy. She's not walked at all right now and has never been trained. Dumbass people...
If you are not willing to be a responsible accountable dog owner willing to make at least a 12 year commitment do yourself a favor and get a goldfish. Better yet, don't get any animals and just buy one of those cute calenders with proceeds donated to the ASPCA.
Okay /end dog rant. On to the "conditions" of my mom's friend fostering this dog for me. She wants "dibs" on my mom's fabric and crafting supplies. Apparently she feels she needs to ask for dibs because other people in my mother's church are coming out of the wood work and asking for dibs too now for all their charitable causes.
'Malia, if you're already planning on donating your mother's things why don't you let the ladies from the women's relief society come in and help you? The items would be used for a good cause-the Lord's cause.'
Wow...apparently the Lord's cause didn't include helping my mom, visiting my mom or even calling my mom, but now that she's in trouble they'd gladly pick from her possessions. I abhor hypocrites; especially religious hypocrites who should know better. I'm not going in and "donating my mom's things" I'm creating a space for my mom to safely live her life. As it is right now her home is in such disarray she can neither sleep in her bed, bathe in her bathroom or cook in her kitchen. Human basic functions.
I told my mom's friend that I will have my mom reduce her stash and then she can have what she is willing to part with. The rest of the ladies in her church can go pound sand. I also said if anyone doesn't understand what that means I'd gladly drive over to their house and pantomine it for them. I'm sure I'll just be told all over again how evil I am. A heathen apostate who has lost her way. I'm sure they'll pray for me.
Needless to say, my stress level is over the top. I have to leave here in a couple of minutes to go to a school conference about my son. Ugh...when will it end.
I'm giving this entire month's cycle a pass. I'll be lucky to ovulate.
I'll be bringing a dog back with me when I fly home next Monday night. Her name is Lola (...she was a showgirl! Yeah!) and she's a 4 year old white and black Dane/Bull mix. She's beautiful and a sweetie pie. My mom's friend's (who briefly agreed to watch my mom) youngest son just found out his wife has been steppin' out on him for over a year and is leaving him. He's 29. She's 22 and stepped out with a 55 year old. Talk about a daddy complex. Sheesh! Anyway he's all distraught and doesn't want the dog because she's "her" dog. They're fighting over money and cars and the house, etc., but the dog...yeah the dog he just wanted to take to the pound and put down. =/ W-T-F is WRONG with people. 'I just can't bear to even look at the dog let alone care for it, Malia.' Oh it just makes me want to throw up. I haven't been able to sleep until this was resolved and I could convince my mom's friend to foster the dog until I could get down there (obviously there are conditions). Loser...I'm making him pay air freight charges. Here's a picture of her with her companion Frankie who is staying because he's "his" dog and doesn't require very much attention. I have a gut feeling I'll be taking Frankie later on down the road when I look at this picture.
Btw-We need another animal living with us like a hole in the head, but we refuse to let this happen. It's not the dog's fault his owners are dumbasses. Besides with our current dog's deteriorating condition with his hip dysplasia and arthritic joints it's sad, but very helpful to have an "overlap" dog. Buckeye is 16 years old. He's a Shepherd/Chow Chow mix. We're so glad to give him a forever home after being neglected for the first part of his life. Chris has had him for 5 years and he's truly his best friend in the whole world.
I so wanted a pug, but Lola has come to me for a reason. Ugh...I'm going to probably have to take up running just to burn off all her nervous energy. She's not walked at all right now and has never been trained. Dumbass people...
If you are not willing to be a responsible accountable dog owner willing to make at least a 12 year commitment do yourself a favor and get a goldfish. Better yet, don't get any animals and just buy one of those cute calenders with proceeds donated to the ASPCA.
Okay /end dog rant. On to the "conditions" of my mom's friend fostering this dog for me. She wants "dibs" on my mom's fabric and crafting supplies. Apparently she feels she needs to ask for dibs because other people in my mother's church are coming out of the wood work and asking for dibs too now for all their charitable causes.
'Malia, if you're already planning on donating your mother's things why don't you let the ladies from the women's relief society come in and help you? The items would be used for a good cause-the Lord's cause.'
Wow...apparently the Lord's cause didn't include helping my mom, visiting my mom or even calling my mom, but now that she's in trouble they'd gladly pick from her possessions. I abhor hypocrites; especially religious hypocrites who should know better. I'm not going in and "donating my mom's things" I'm creating a space for my mom to safely live her life. As it is right now her home is in such disarray she can neither sleep in her bed, bathe in her bathroom or cook in her kitchen. Human basic functions.
I told my mom's friend that I will have my mom reduce her stash and then she can have what she is willing to part with. The rest of the ladies in her church can go pound sand. I also said if anyone doesn't understand what that means I'd gladly drive over to their house and pantomine it for them. I'm sure I'll just be told all over again how evil I am. A heathen apostate who has lost her way. I'm sure they'll pray for me.
Needless to say, my stress level is over the top. I have to leave here in a couple of minutes to go to a school conference about my son. Ugh...when will it end.
I'm giving this entire month's cycle a pass. I'll be lucky to ovulate.