Um. Not a really eventful weekend. Friday I just tidied up around the house, which is kind of fruitless because inevitably, the dog will find something else somewhere else in the house, to chew to shreds. I was not deterred. Nope, I went from room to room picking up stuff I don�t use anymore and throwing it into a trash bag. I took 5 bags to the garbage this weekend. I feel terrible because I like to donate stuff I don�t use, however, I wasn�t up to delivering them to drop boxes this weekend.
Saturday Jackie spent the afternoon at our little neighbor Dax�s 7th birthday party at DuBowl. All hail bowling birthday parties because your kid is exhausted afterwards! Yeah! God bless Romy, Dax�s mom, for authorizing me a break and dismissing me from the party. She is by far the coolest neighbor ever.
(Not counting Lisa, which goes without saying, that I adored her, but didn�t adore Herman Munster�s stomping all over my ceiling when he was mad. Snicker.)
I�m counting Lisa and Doug as one person here. Ha. (Smile)
I used that time Jackie was a the birthday party to run to Walgreen�s and dropping off the film from pictures I took at Jackie�s birthday party. I also picked up 2 prescriptions, since I needed more Prozac and Toby chewed up Jackie�s asthma inhaler. Jerk.
After that I went home and picked up the 5 gerbils (4 babies and the Dad) and took them to the Pet store and happily parted ways with those little breeders. I�m pretty sure we got them all separated now.
Now we have 9 gerbils, 3 rats, 1 hamster, 1 beta fish and Toby. All of the sexes have been separated. I can handle it now because I know none of these animals will be breeding. Yay!
Saturday night Dax was having a sleepover so I was then granted more hours of blissful alone time. I chose to go do laundry and get it over with.
Sunday morning I got up and took the dog for a walk. I wasn�t going to take him with me to Grandma�s because of his aggression. However, my grams lives in da Hood and it scares the bejesus out of me to go down there alone. Romy suggested I just muzzle him and I�d have no worries.
So, I muzzled my mutt and took him with me.
I was glad to see my Grandma. I love her a lot. She really devoted a lot of time and patience in my early childhood. I always felt loved, cherished and safe with her. Now, I think the least I could do is clean her house every 2 weeks.
Toby was a butt hole even though he had the muzzle on. We had to lock him up in the carrier again.
I sat and took my time talking to Grandma Sunday morning. She really looks forward to it. I told her about going to see �The Passion of the Christ�. She told me she wasn�t sure she could expect a movie star to tell the story of Christ�s last 12 hours.
I reassured her. I told her that the movie was exactly what I�d been taught growing up. I told her how emotional it was.
I don�t know why, or the relevance, but then I brought up �Schindler�s List� which is a majorly emotional movie for me. Even though it was sad, I loved it; it is an inspirational story. Grandma told me she wanted to see it again. I didn�t know she�d seen it. I told Grandma that if I came across a copy I�d get it for her.
After that I left and went home.
Lisa called. She was very exasperated with her new dog, Scrappy. It seems Sir Scrappy is engaging in some very irritating puppy behavior. Poor Lisa is at her wits end. Our dogs are doing the exact same irritating things, but her dog is 6 months or more YOUNGER than mine. I think it�s to be expected, even though not welcome, in a puppy dog but not in a dog that�s a year old already. My poor dog is going through delayed puppy hood. The books say that dogs still do �puppy� things until they�re about 2 years old.
You got to be kidding me. I got another year of this?
If he wasn�t so cute and adorable I think I would�ve pulled all of my hair out already.
I reassured Lisa that she wasn�t the only one going through this and I even thought about telling her that she is a good puppy mama. I don�t want her to doubt herself. But I forgot. I�m a space cadet sometimes.
Ms. Iris called me and asked for her pet carrier back because her dog, Belle, has become aggressive and Ms. Iris thinks she needs to start locking Belle up when she misbehaves. She also bought a muzzle and a book on aggression. Turns out the dogs most likely to be aggressive are Terriers and herding dogs. Her dog is a Terrier and mine is part Sheltie, which was bred to herd animals.
It didn�t sound like the situation was hopeless but instead gave some pointers on how to deal with aggressive behaviors.
I told her the $5.99 I spent on the muzzle was the best $5.99 I ever spent because it gave me peace of mind.
PetSmart had some really good deals on carriers. I got Toby one for $22.00. Good price. I also couldn�t resist buying him (another!) toy. Spoiled dog.
I took Toby for a real long walk when I got home. I went around our apartment complex twice. I think I owe some of my newfound energy to the Xenadrine EFX that I bought on Saturday. It doesn�t have any of that ephedra in it so I think it�s pretty safe. Safe as I could be with products not tested by the FDA.
My Uncle Matt called me last night. He reminded me that he and Aunt Rory were ready to put the home videos on tape for me. Renee, my sister, and I lived with my uncle and aunt for about a year when I was 15. I know Renee and I had a good life then for the most part, but unfortunately, thanks to my bipolar, I don�t remember a lot of it.
So, we made plans for me, Mr. Sweatpants, and Jackie to go spend a night and day out at their farm. They have 7 dogs. Can you believe that?
We�re going to stay the night and watch movies. I guess what I�m really excited about is that my mom, Joann, is on one of the tapes. It�ll be nice because sometimes she doesn�t feel to me like she ever existed, even though I remember her a little. I�ve felt the void of her absence for so long that sometimes I think I can�t �feel� her anymore. I don�t know how to explain it, but every year that passes I feel like I�m moving farther away from my mother�s memory. It alarms me sometimes. I can�t remember her smell, her voice. I grieve for that sometimes. Part of me feels like a little girl sometimes.
09:07 - Monday, Mar. 15, 2004
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