Eating Bullwinkle, among other things
- was given 3 packages of 'game' yesterday---moose meat
- it'll be like cooking bullwinkle
- waiting for the city tree trimmers to hack at our oak out back
- they tend to cut the side off it, leaving it lop-sided
- you can't talk to them, or reason with them
- they just cut
- and send the most charming of the workers to your door, so as to convince you that they're doing this in your best interest
- not convinced, but don't mind charming men----in their place
- our mentally disturbed (diagnosed paranoid schizophrenic...and no, it's not a bit amusing) next-door neighbor is leaving his rottweiler outside non-stop today, and i'm thinking he's doing it to discourage the trimmers from getting in his backyard
- good luck with that
- the hard part is we can't let our dogs out until his dog is back in his house
- they go into attack mode when his dog is out---and bite the wooden fence
- who said dogs are bright?
- like, what are pugs going to do with a rottweiler?
- seriously
- rather, what's a rottweiler (and a male, at that) going to do with little pugs?
- a bit frustrated in the mothering department today
- some of our boys have the trait of needing prodding
- they'll do what you ask (and willingly) but you have to ask
- they don't initiate
- very maddening
- i don't get the characteristic of not realizing what NEEDS doing, and just doing it
- why isn't that clear to everyone?
- what gets me is that my last helpful son (next to youngest boy) has work away from home four days/ week now
- good for him, not good for me
- he's spoiled me by his good helpful habits
- well, must go now
- to-do list has on it: math, latin, sweep, mop, vacuum, journaling, banking, taking 3rd son to work, picking up 4th son at his job and getting a couple of things at the store
- ready, set, GO