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Ok did you know Contest and Contest were spelled the same? I didn't. I had to look it up in the dictionary. Same word pronounced differently but spelled the same means two different things. For example, "I am contesting a grade." I can't believe I had to look it up! I also looked up Index. Simple words that for some reason they evade me from time to time.

I am not ready for another pet. I plan to get rid of the horses when their shots are due! I told the vet to bring the stuff to pull a coggins and I spoke with the local auctioneer and he is going to take them off. YES. Pet free! That sounds so cold. I miss my boys (the dogs) and some days I mess them so much it hurts. I even miss the trouble making outside cat that disappeared last winter. But I was directed away from my own sorrow this morning.

I dropped Lulu off at daycare first and came out and Molly was sitting in the car crying. I asked her what was wrong. She said that the song on the radio reminded her of the dogs and she started to bawl. Ok. The logic side of me… ummmm Molly, you never interacted with the boys much… the Mommy side of me… I am sorry baby, I miss them too. I went with the latter. I told her that they were in a better place. They were not in pain anymore and that (not to get too religious on you all) GOD was feeding them and loving them everyday. And she cried harder. That did not help my frail emotions on the subject! Now she wants a dog. I don't and neither does my aunt or uncle. I am not ready. I don't know if I can love another animal as much as I loved Jeter. He was my baby. And it just wouldn't be fair to have an animal that you couldn't love! The other hand is, I don't think it is possible to find an animal that is as good with kids as Jeter was. He was big yes, but mellow and laid back with the kids. He even saved Molly from the damn horse when the horse got a hold of her hand (Jeter ran over and bit the horse on the chin when he bite Molly). I just don't know what to do. That and with the current flea problem, I think it would just be mean to bring a new animal in. I'd much rather get rid of the fleas before we bring another creature into our home! What to do?

There is a small green lizard on the front porch. How'd he get there? GO AWAY. I know, I can catch him and tame him and give him to Molly as a pet! Oh mean mommy!

Speaking of Mommy, I need to call mine. I have to see how her trip to Hawaii went. I am sure it was wonderful. I am also sure it will aggravate the pants off of her to have to talk to me. J

Oh, I spent the morning cleaning out my car. My kids are pigs! I filled up a black trash bag of garbage. I did this about three weeks ago too. It makes me so mad. I go to get something out of the back seat and what floor? What seat? Molly takes and puts a towel over it to hide it. I was doing wash (third time this weekend, we've had a case of vomits and pukes that has gone around everyone…EWWWWW) and I figured I'd take the towels out of the jeep and wash them too… and I found…. Trash. GRRRRRRRRR. Ohhh I was soo ticked off. So, I picked up the trash but you know what? I am stopping by the car wash after I pick Molly up. I'm gonna let her vacuum the car out. Fair?

Well, I guess I blogged! Or vented… however you want to look at it. Tally ho bloggers. I am off to get a pocket full of quarters and my kids. Oh and my car vacuumed out! Ahhh ha ha .

Just a blog

Oh my. Was that a great Eureka eppisode or what! It has had me thinking all robatronics for a few day and even writing some fan fic type eppisode on robatronics for them, Yea right.

Yes W.O.W, the fleas are still in the dogs room. We are on another chemical, maybe this one will work.

Went through Mollys closet and the little &&&&& has like 10 million outfits with tags still on them, and wants me to go buy her clothes. Hmmm. Um... NO! We spent like two hours trying on clothes and deciding what fits and what goes, what needs to be hemmed or ironed, and she has about 15 outfits or dresses that she can wear. There is also a black garbage bag full of the stuff that don't fit no more that is nice enough to get handed down, and sadly that many more that are going to the dump. And this youngin wants to go back to school shopping. OOOOH.

I have raised Lulu to be the queen wimp of the family. Yes indeedy. It was nice this morning so we took breakfast and coffee on the screened in front porch. Lulu was done and sitting on the bottom rung of the ladder and looking out at the peacan tree. This tiny spider decides to crawl up her arm. (I didn't see the spider do this, but I did witness it scurry away like hell broke loose) Because hell did in fact break loose in the form of Lulu. She jumps off of that ladder and lets off a shreik that must have been heard as far north as Canada and she is spazmadically jumping around and ripping her clothes off. I rush to her aid and yank the shirt off calmly asking what is wrong. She keeps screaming BUG BUG BUG. Um ok. This is the south, we are on the porch. I turn the shirt inside out and there is an incredibly small spider. I mean like draw a dot on the paper and give it 1/16 of an inch of a line for legs. Small. I flick it on the floor, turn the shirt right side out, check her for bite marks (none and that actually came first) and then I offered to put her shirt back on her.

The look I got. I mortally offended her. Honest.

Animal news. I have a hop toad the size of a softball that is living under my Japanese Maple tree by my door that keeps trying to get in. I keep shooing him away with my foot. NO MORE CRITTERS, dang it. So, I am in the shed doing was (the shed is really an addition to the house, it used to be the carport then we enclosed it for a catch all room, that turned into the laundry/tool/ dogs bedroom and the current room where we are having the flea problem) doing laundry. Ileft the door open for a breeze. Ok. You know where this is going, right? I look over and there is a stinking lizard looking in. I yelled at it and shuffled my feet at it. The little Bastard just looked me up and down and then went back to looking in the room. I took the broom and gently brushed it aside (I don't like them, but I really don't want to hurt them either) and he calmly walked off in the direction I shooed him. Why can't the freakly lizard in the house be like that? Huh? And that creep in still behind the china cabnet. We see him run out and before we can get him he runs back under. This other lizard, he was just like, oh OK, I guess I will walk this way. And he was big, like, iguana big.

Anyway, I have to go cut out some patterns and get some sewing done. My car is on the corner getting the oil changed.

SIX more days !!

Almost July 29th! Six more days. WowoWie! Sci-Fi channel really needs to start playing re-runs or something! And it would have been such a nice break this semester to get to take a few minutes and watch EUREKA and not do my homework!

And lets see, small miracles... only two more days left of class (and one test day next week) and lets see how many exams: Bio - 1 exam thurs and Final on thurs, intro to computers 1 exam thurs, statistics 1 exam thurs and final on monday, american government was two essays already turned in. Oh and the Net exam is friday. How many was that? Six? And I had two today for Bio. and they wonder why college students get stressed out!

Mr Lizard has been spotted. He now lives in the downstairs bathroom between the wall and the cabnet under the sink. *little f-er* but at least he is not in danger of getting in bed with me and scaring the bageezers out of me!

Normally I think of better blogs. This has been a very hard semester for me. Life in general has been difficult to say the least.

The update on my cousin's kids that I was not going to give... My cousin and his wife were granted temporary custody until Aug 11 court date. The kids momma was living with a level 3 sex offender who had raped a 12 year old boy. And she wonders why everyone is pissed. She knew about it. But what pisses me off is the police response. When my cousins wife called the cops they told her, "Because the mother lives there also, it is considered supervised custody and we can't do anything about it." How about that! A child molester rapist can live with kids. There is something bad wrong with the system.

maybe I just need to take some cymbalta and ingore the life that surrounds me. nothing in it satifys me anyway! I mean c'mon, I got to be tested on what I havnt' learned this semester, I can't stand the fact that these kids are in infinate peril, I hate this lizard... I am kidding around here, please note the humor!