Sunday, May 25, 2008

I WONDER IF SHE KNOWS...


.....that I just pooped in the dining room. Maybe if I don't look directly at her she might not know. After all, it's not like it made the ENTIRE house stink or anything. Maybe she will take pity on me and remember that until a few weeks ago I was on my own and could poo where ever I wanted. It's a good thing I am so damn cute.
Along the same poo theme (my last post was about poo too, I promise I will get off that topic after this) for some reason the above pictured dog LOVES to rub his face in deer poo. I am constantly washing him when he comes in from his orgasmic rolls in deer dung. Any hints from any of you?? (The deer are here to stay since we basically built a house in their yard so shooing them away will be impossible, plus they are awesome to watch frolic in the yard).
Things have been hopping at chez nut home. I have dirty laundry piled to the door knob of the laundry room, three teenage boys sharing a bathroom that has become a hazmat zone for sure, and a husband that is making me even crazier than I was before and wondering why I put up with his shit. I have started to look forward to working at the docs office with 3 lines ringing off the hook, whiny male patients that can't seem to get over the fact that I have seen a penis before, said the word penis before and yes even touched one or two. It is very true that if men needed yearly paps, had to give birth etc, they would become extinct because they can't handle even the smallest procedures without thinking they are world winning martyrs. Even with all that going to work is a break from the constant onslaught of mess makers in my house.
Right now though I am fighting a battle with S2. He is 18, graduated this year and is off to college in August. He has decided that he wants a motorcycle. I have seen the remnants of bodies in the ER after car v. bike accidents and it is not pretty. Describing to him what brain matter looks like when it is bulging out of a young mans head has done nothing to sway him away from wanting one. (A bike, not a brain, he gave up long ago on wanting one of those:)
He keeps pulling the "I am 18 now and can buy one" and I counter with "yes but you still owe me $732 for gas, car repairs, loans etc". SO, I have decided that I won't even talk to him about a two wheeled vehicle until he pays me his outstanding debt. Since he is now unemployed (his boss went out of business) this may take awhile and by the time he has the money, it will be snowing again and the thought of a motorcycle won't be as appealing. At least that is my hope.
It is finally wonderfully sunny here today so I am off to plant some flowers that will make me happy. tata for now.

13 comments:

Sitting in Silence said...

PMSL....Will you take a look at that pciture....Funny as...

I reckon poochie knows alright LMAO....

Not sure about the deer dung....ewwwwwwwww.....maybe lemon water ?.......

Rob, Tina and the boys said...

I can't help you on the motorcycle. It's cheaper on gas, insurance and easier to get out of in an accident. And besides, guys look so hot on motorcycles. Can't he have one, please please please??(Now tell S2 once he pays you off he owes me 20.00. And I want it in Mexican Pecos. Seriously, Rob had a motorcycle for years. My brother had one and so did my sister. And as soon as these kids are legally old enough for me to boot them out we're getting a set for us to ride away on. The same smashed in head argument can be used on cars. And planes. And tricycles. And I'm going to bed now. :)

tz said...

hahaha, my dog stayed w/ my inlaws this past weekend and apparently poo'd all over their dining room...ooops....

yikes, motorcycles...I was a paralegal for awhile and we had a few motorcycle clients...those were always the worst pictures.

OHN said...

TZ--I wish you could send over some of the photos! Maybe a show and tell would get through his (hopefully) thick skull!

Deathstar said...

Oh, I've seen that guilty look before - I don't care what the experts say, they know when they're in trouble.

Good luck with your son, maybe you could start leaving brochures of really cool cars around to distract him.

Steph said...

Matbe throw some of that deer dung into the flower bed for some extra nourishment. Oh, wait, then the poo pooch would roll around in there, too.
Nevermind.
Living in AZ I have NO IDEA what to tell you on that one. Gotta drive 2 hours to even hope to spot a deer.....

I think it's a right of passage for boys to want bikes. I think you're on the right track with winter coming and I'd stick with that.
If he is totally set on it, insist on as much safety as you can. There are classes, then the helmet, and maybe even some gear. You could probably find a lot of it on sale online.... you know, from some of those other boys who rode of for a little while before they got over it!

Deb said...

LOL.....

Colette said...

Love the piture! Our Eugene loves to eat Bunny poop! Yummy!!! LOL Hugs

beagle said...

oh, but that face . . . !!!
I love that puppy!

As a former O.R. nurse, I cannot recommend the motorcycle.

As a former 20 something biker chick, I can tell you it's really raelly fun and I 'get' why he wants one.

Damn, motherhood sounds hard!

marta said...

my daughter gives her little dog some tablet that makes his poo distasteful so he won't eat it (yes this deserves a WTF??) so maybe you could get those to feed to the deer? Ha, reminds me, my Dad used to tell us to "wipe that shit eating grin off your face"...

Deathstar said...

Have you heard about the Vancouver Canucks player Bourdon who was just killed riding his motorcycle?
http://www.canada.com/theprovince/news/story.html?id=20dc25c4-cc2f-45af-bfed-70ba438bfd6f

Might want to let the son know about this......

frectis said...

No help on the poo, but I hear it makes good fertilizer for plants ;)

Rob, Tina and the boys said...

Oh man don't be doing that. Accidents happen everyday. If you were going to live your life like that we would all be in bubble wrap in soft rooms. You could get in an accident next time you get in a car, that doesn't stop you from getting in one. PLEASE don't let people influence you with articles like that hockey player. Whether it's a car or a bike the same risk is there. It's the maturity level of the driver that is the important thing.