Talk about stage fright....

I've had a number of great blogs lately. Written in my head. Just there. No where else. Because life has been full of really, really, REALLY!!! interesting stuff.

I've been writing them in my head, but I just haven't had the time to sit down and type the frickin' things out. Really, I haven't. In case you didn't hear, we had puppies. Well, not "we"... the Girl Dog and the Boy Dog. They had the puppies. And while Girl Dog does the best she can to take care of them, most of the responsiblity eventually falls upon us, the humans, to make sure they survive. Make sure they grow to be the best puppies that those people who purchase them could possibly have. And, in case you were wondering, this takes up a fair bit of time. Earlier mornings, later nights. Trips home at lunch (yeah... I know... I can now, so I do!!), feeding, watering, playing, walking, feeding... well I'm sure you get the picture. Not to mention that they are so bloody cute, with their personalities starting to come out and the kerfuffling that goes on... You just want to spend time with them and nothing else.

And yes, I just typed kerfuffling...

Had some stuff going on with #1... I'm sure you all saw the picture. I am so freakin' proud of that kid. Just goes to prove the saying, "Throw enough shit at the wall and some of it's bound to stick". Apparently the continual hounding and asking and telling and yelling and freaking out right on to his head is working. For the most part I guess. At least the parts where it counts. He's graduating in a little over two months and, he's almost trustworthy enough to let him drive my Maggie. Well, that's when he passes his road test. No wait, maybe not.... Oh, and the "insert name of female friend here" hassles. Who knew teenage girls could be so... such... I don't know, if she don't smarten up she's going to have to deal with me....

Then there's my #2. He, who decides when and if he wants to... This child has given me more grey hair in the last couple of months than I'm sure I could've possibly earned in the last ten years! My first fourteen year old wasn't this bad, why does my second one have to be? Did they change something in the feed for the cows that has caused the milk to have different hormones in it that will inevitably change the way your child behaves??? That being said... he can still pull it off if he wants to. But only when he wants to.

Fun times I do say!

But for now, I must tend to the remaining few pups, and then I'm off to pluck the chin hairs that always seem to show up in times of stress. If you don't know about chin hairs, well I'm envious. If you want to know about pups, just ask!

Ciao!!