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My Life Thus Far
2011-04-12 07:27:04 (UTC)

An Air of Lameness

Today wasn't a bad day, but it did have an air of lameness about it. It didn't exactly go how I wanted it to, but I'm proud to say I made the most of it. As best I could.

I woke up this morning to maintenance ringing the doorbell (which sent Tanner into Tasmanian Devil-mode, more on that later). Snookums called them yesterday because Keenan flushed geometric wooden building pieces (can't remember for the life of me what they're called. Sue gave them to Kiki for Christmas) down the toilet and it was running slow. Of course this totally threw off my morning, because Keenan has therapy at 11:30am, so I have to get up and get to the gym ASAP or it doesn't happen. Dude didn't finish until after 10am, so no gym for me :(

Keenan did SO well in therapy! He attempted everything his therapist asked him to and even impressed her with his attention span (when it comes to flashcards). So, I took him to Starbucks for a treat. A chocolate milk and his favorite very berry coffee cake. As he sat in my lap drinking his chocolate milk and enthusiastically shoving coffee cake into his mouth, a middle-aged lady and her elderly mother came in. The younger woman came right up to Keenan and stared into his face, then says "Oh my goodness, he has the most beautiful blue eyes I've ever seen, like the deepest ocean. You're a good mommy". I couldn't help but find that totally strange. People say crazy things to me on a daily basis. It definitely keeps life interesting! I've yet to figure out how having a blue-eyed child makes me a good mommy, but I'll take the compliment :)

I had an on-call tonight and is customary, I called two hours beforehand to see if they needed me. Tiffany told me "no", so I started mentally planning my afternoon/evening. I wanted to go to the gym since I didn't get to this morning. That didn't happen, though. Tiffany called me back an hour later and asked me if I could come in after all... and close. Not what I expected, but okay. No biggie. It ended up being a quiet night. We got the store cleaned up pretty early and I was home by 10pm.

Maybe it was for the best that I didn't get to the gym today, because my butt is SORE from the StairMaster last night! I'll definitely be spending more time on that particular machine. It worked exactly the area I'm having the hardest time toning. I know you can't spot reduce fat, but I feel like if I get the muscles under the fat tighter, it can only help.

I almost forgot about the Tanner incident. We're thinking we might have to get rid of him. I hate to think about it, but we can't really do by him like he needs. This morning he practically attacked the maintenance man, biting his leg (because Keenan let him out of our bedroom, where I'd locked him up because I know he's very territorial). Thank goodness he just got the guy's pants, but the idea of him biting someone scares me. I guess a little back story is in order: Tanner belonged to my former VS manager. She moved to Texas and we took him in, because they didn't want to take him. Snookums had all the best intentions of training him (he came to us with some interesting habits and neurotic tendencies). Well, it hasn't worked. We've had him for almost a year and he's still crazy. He barks at everything and anything. If the kids are playing, he barks, if we call their names, he barks. He's just neurotic on so many levels.

Tanner is a Soft-coated Wheaten Terrier with a very long, thick coat that requires a lot of grooming, but he refuses to let people brush him, clip his nails or trim his coat. I had to pay $250 to have him put under anesthesia just to get groomed. We can't afford that as often as he needs grooming. It's too much and not just monetarily. Then as if thinking about all of his issues and what we're going to do about him wasn't enough, when I got home from Keenan's therapy, the dog had left a big pile of shit right by the front door. No. That's not okay. The only shit I clean up is Keenan's (in diapers, of course). I'm a compassionate person and I wanted to do right by Tanner, but I'm just sick of him. I feel bad, because he's only a dog. He's sweet, but there are just too many problems we can't seem to fix and professional dog whisperers aren't cheap! I knew we never should have gotten a dog... cats are way better.




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