Baby Sitting for Cindy

So Cindy calls me about two weeks ago wanting to know if I can sit with
the dogs. Two boxers, one male, (Odis) female boxer (Brazil) and old
grandpa, Shadow the schnauzer. I had to think about it for awhile, cause
it was Dads' long weekend off. Well, I thought, it won't hurt, it' just
for the weekend.

I get there and there is a long list of things I have to do for the dogs.
I'm thinking, "what the hell did I get myself into?" Can't do much.
I'm here so I might as well follow the list and make the best of it.
The list consist of: Don't speak loud to them cause they get their feelings
hurt, don't feed them table food, (they'll get sick), I'm thinking what kind of
dogs are these? Don't forget to give them their treats, oh, and what
really blew my mind was when Cindy told me over the phone, "Mom, I left
some wipes on the counter for Shadow (the schnauzer). "OH! HELL NO!
I AM NOT WIPING THIS DOGS' OTHER END. NO WAY!!
"Mom, she said, "they're for Shadow's mustache. Please wipe him down
after he eats cause his mustache gets into his food and it gets hard and tangled."
Well, ok. I guess it's not as bad as having to wipe his a--, I guess I
can handle that. It went rather smoothly during the day, everything
seemed to be going good. But, come night time. Didn't sleep much.
Usually Cindy will tell them it's time for bed, and all three will go into their
bedroom and lay on their own beds. Well, not Saturday night. They decided
they would all go into my bedroom. Told them to get out twice. None of the
three budged. Finally got one to leave, when I finally got the other two out,
the first one was on his way back into the bedroom. Aye! Aye! Aye!

REMEMBER THE LIST? DO NOT SPEAK LOUD TO THEM OR
THEY'LL GET THEIR FEELING HURT? Well, scratch that off the
list. I sounded like a Drill Sargent. "GO TO YOUR BEDS NOW!!!!!!!!!
There they go, one after the other. Why didn't I do that in the first place?

2:00am. (Brazil, the one with the bladder problem) decides she needs to
go out. OK. Here we go. I waited awhile. Let her back in. OK, lets get
some shut eye.

6:00am. Again with the full bladder! This time I made all three go out,
I wasn't gonna do this again in another hour. So, I let them back inside.
I sat there and thought, "I'm taking a shower and getting the hell home."
Drank my coffee, absolutely no makeup, (at this hour, I didn't care what
I looked like), started packing, gave them all a treat and left.

Don't plan on doing this again anytime soon. Poor Cindy, she'll probably
get her feelings hurt when she reads this, but honestly three pooches is too
much for me to handle. I enjoy them when we go visit, I guess cause I
don't have to take care of them then. Oh, wait, there's more. That's not
including having to stuff a Wiener with an antibiotic capsule for the lady
with the bladder problem, having to groom grandpa's mustache, and
having them follow you everywhere you go, kitchen, bedroom, bathroom.
I took my shower and left the door open, what the hell, it was just me.
Felt a cool draft while in the shower, and there's Brazil sticking her head
in the shower. Had to call her out 3 times. WOW!! WHAT A WEEKEND.
AND I THOUGHT I LIVED A BORING LIFE??????????

Another Power Outage!

It's been almost a week ago that we had bad weather.
It's 4 pm. Tuesday afternoon, and we're getting it again.

Of course the power is out again! This time I didn't recite a rosary or take a nap. I decided to light all the candles in the house, and it smells heavenly. I have a candelabrum that holds 8 large size candles in my bedroom and feels sooo cozy. I unwrapped a Butterfinger candy bar
and enjoyed every little bite. Felt like a Queen!!!

While I was eating my candy bar and feeling like a queen,
I made plans for the next time the power goes out.
Gonna hire me two large size men, one on each side of the bed,
so they can fan me. So, I'll have to make sure I have plenty of
fresh fruit like, bananas, strawberries, mangos, etc.

Wish we had a water fountain inside the house so it'll really
sound relaxing, but that's ok, I'll just run the bath water and
pretend it's a fountain. Not bad huh?

Pests or Pets

I don't know what I was thinking when I agreed to drive into Roscoe to check out, as dad put it, "real cute little dog, and that breed of dogs are very smart." Sure, sure, he's thinking that after 35 years of marriage I don't know his way of thinking!! Actually, I know what he's thinking before he knows what he's thinking. Anyway, on the way there, the whole conversation was about the damn mutt. I totally ignore him, cause the whole time, I'm thinking we're coming home with a damn dog, which is something I didn't want. Don't misunderstand me, I enjoy pets, but we've had dogs all our lives. I begged that once, just once, I'd like to plant holly shrubs in front of our house. We've never been able to because each time I'd water the plants the dogs would dig everthing up. Can't blame them for wanting to keep cool, but go dig elsewhere. He also knows me pretty well. He knew I'd break and agree on the beast. You know that any little puppy is adorable especially when you hold them and they snuggle up to you. We brought him home on a trial basis. If he starts digging, chasing after cars, or chasing the neighbors' chickens, he'd be going back to doggy motel.

Should of seen Dad! He drove to Wal-Mart to buy a crate, food and water tray, dog food, a squeeky toy, shampoo, a large chain link fence kennel with a fitted tarp on it!! I thought, where in the hell is his TV? Actually, he has been doing ok. He likes to hide everything, including his food tray, and all his toys. Dad is the one having to look for everything before putting him into his kennel each night. He's still in his kennel because of coyotes. They smelled him the very first day we brought him home. They circled around the house for 3 or 4 days, till they figured out they couldn't get to him. Yet!!!

They say these dogs are very protective of their owners, and are good with children, I sure do hope so. It looks like he'll be making this his permanant home for now. He's a black and white border collie with light tan spots on his cheeks. He has no tail, and we've named him Paco Muñoz.

A Special Thanks to My Family

Just when I decide to clean up a little around the house. Guess what? Yep, the power goes off. That was Wed. May 2nd when we all had severe thunderstorms and extremly high winds.

The power is off, so I have two options, pray a rosary or take a nap. Well, I did start off with the rosary, but finished with a nap. During that quick nap, I had the best dream; I dreamed I had passed away, and I was soooooo happy because my family had fullfilled my wishes.

I have always told Dad, Cindy and J.G. that when I die, at the viewing, I want them to position me catty-cornered in the casket. The reason I don't want to lay in my casket directly on my back is because I have a horrible nose. (in fact I really don't care much for my whole face). But, back to the nose, I have Apache blood. My great-great-great grandmother was Apache Indian. So, thanks to her, I have a horrible indian nose. Plus, estoy muy trompuda.

I know for that I'm gonna have a large spray of yellow roses on my casket, cause I've bothered them sooooo much about it, so I know I'm getting those for sure. Now I'm hoping my dream comes true, and I get to lay on my side during my rosary and visitation.

So, a special thanks to Dad, Cindy and J.G.

Love, Mom

I bet all of you are thinking, "What a nut case!" I'm not. Just like having fun!