When it rains...

I recently purchased some books, such as Great Expectations, Pride & Prejudice, etc. and I placed them on my coffee table to make me feel and/or look sophisticated (if you know me, you know that I'm not that sophisticated, but I was trying). Last week according to our trustworthy meteorologist it was suppose to rain. So we did what we thought was the smart thing to do and closed the back door and left the dogs in the house, avoiding any mud damage to our house. Let me say, this has been done before, with no problems. I returned home from my hard day of work and this is what I found:

I think the dogs called my bluff on being sophisticated and I will be looking for a new meteorologist because the rain did not make a showing! (the poor plant was a victim that was in the wrong place at the wrong time)

"Mom" for a day

At first you may think, I thought this blog was about dogs. It is, but this story is just reassurance that I have chosen the right devotion: my dogs. I always thought I was suppose to be a mom. And to be honest, I thought I would be a mom by now, but God had his own plans. And I must say I didn't agree with God's plan at first, but they have truly taken me to a place in my life that I could never imagine. And of course, His plans are always the right plans, you just have to be faithful!

Yesterday, I thought I would try out my skills at being a "mom" and babysit my 3 month old nephew. Before I go any further, I have to tell you that I have fallin' in love with this little monster more than I ever thought I would! He is the cutest, sweetest baby boy and I truly miss him when he is not around. My brother and sister-in-law created a beautiful baby boy and they have done amazingly with him. So they have definitely set the bar high for Michael and myself.

With that being said, the bar may be too high. I was so proud of myself taking on a 3 month old, taking him to Kohl's, going to Michael's soccer game, etc. Well it did not turn out to be a day of fun for any of the babies involved (and yes I'm including myself as one of the babies). The poor thing was so upset. He cried and cried and cried (which in turn made me cry and cry and cry). And not just the fake cry, but the bellowing "I'M SO MAD" cry (him not me, though I was close). So I checked the three things that babies cry over: diaper, sleep and food. And to no avail, nothing made him a happy. :(  So what do I do? I call my mommy...

"MOMMY!!! He won't stop crying, I don't know what to do..." My mother suggests that we meet up and maybe give up my babysitting duties (at this point she may realize as well that maybe I shouldn't raise children). I  hand over my sweet crying little nephew to my mother in defeat (who knew a 3 month old could take you out so quickly). As my mother holds him and says "It's going to be OK sweetie," my dad is uttering the same words to me as he holds me. Thank goodness I'm still a daddy's little girl!  I then think of a solution to my day: a really big ice cold beer at Texas Roadhouse. I must say, I do not know how mother's out there do it, but I have so much more appreciation for what they do!

With my tail between my legs I accept my fate: I think I'm suppose to raise dogs! :)

**Please see disclaimer below

The Little Monster: My Nephew :)

** Disclaimer: Come to find out, the little monster is starting to gets his teeth and that is what made him so upset... so I'm told.

What the heck am I thinking???

So here I am, joining the blog world. I never thought I would do this, this blogging thing, but something has inspired me. I must first apologize for my writing skills, in case you didn't know, I'm a math teacher, which means my writing skills have not been tweaked in quite awhile (let's say almost 10 years ago in my college freshmen English class). But here I go giving it a chance...

Every where I look I find blogs about babies, family, life, etc. I don't have babies, but I have a wonderful husband, family and a life that seems to keep me entertained and extremely happy! The stories my life creates could be made into books (yes that would be plural). I often imagine my life as a reflection of the Brady Bunch. My husband had his stuff, I had my stuff, and now we have our stuff and that includes our dogs, their collars should read "His, Hers & Ours."

Our dogs seem to rule our life, but yet we love it! We have four lovely children: Bailey, the 90 lb chocolate lab (his); Olive, the 60 lb black lab (his); Maggie, the overweight mutt that was rescued (hers & I politely decline to give up her weight, she would be embarrassed); and lastly and certainly not least, Heidi, the "mini" basset hound (only weighing in at 30 lbs and the one that inspired this blog).

So I'm dedicating this blog to my "children." I want to share the crazy stories that make us laugh everyday, that makes us want to hug them, love them and even invite them into the bed to cuddle at night. Keep posted, it should get interesting!