Go softly my sweet friend. You will always be a part of who I am.

World Juniors..

I can't be the only one watching this... and having 2010 flashbacks. Pull that f'ing goalie for gods sake. He's rattled.

AGAIN.

13 comments posted: Monday, January 5th, 2015

Please.. come revel in my awkwardness

Just moments ago had a text conversation with my almost 18 year old dd that went a little like this...

dd- "Mom did a package come for me today.. I'm supposed to get a sample pack of premium edible oils"

me- (after staring at my phone for a bit) "DD, I haven't checked the mail. But.. um.. I'm your mother and ..I don't even know what to say.. That's inappropriate.. and we need to talk."

dd- OH MY GOD MOM.

dd-ACK

dd- THEY ARE FROM A COOKING MAGAZINE.

dd- LIKE THERE SHOULD BE DRIED CHICKPEAS IN THE BOX TOO

dd-WHAT WOULD I EVEN DO WITH THOSE I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU

me- Well..phew. Let's talk about something else.

dd- I'm not sure we're ever speaking again you freak.

I'm dying here.

26 comments posted: Tuesday, December 23rd, 2014

I learned this lesson so you wouldn't have to. You're welcome.

So here is a thread to share your bright ideas that were actually terrible ideas. You get to laugh at the expense of others and learn valuable lessons. I'll go first.

My spirited 16 month old chocolate lab was whining when we were walking yesterday. I assumed it was because the snow and ice were making his paw pads cold and sore. So I had the brilliant idea to buy him boots! Now pretty much everyone I know (my dd, husband, walking partner and sister) said that Charlie was unlikely to tolerate boots. Like I mentioned, he is spirited. Which we all know is a nice word for BAD. Don't get me wrong.. I love him beyond all reason. But I do tend to overestimate his ability to comply lol.

I read the reviews, spent $60 on the best boots I could find, chatted with the store owner and brought them home.

Let's sum this up quickly..

It was kind of like trying to wrestle a greased alligator into a snowsuit. I used his favourite treat (cheese) to make it a positive experience and tied his leash to the bannister to keep him from running away. It took 22 minutes to wrestle those damn boots on. He bucked, he kicked, he chewed on my hands. He eventually almost chewed through the leash while I wrestled with him and shoved cheese in his mouth. All the while frantically saying "GOOD BOY!!". Like I was fooling anyone into thinking my positive reinforcement would make this a pleasant experience.

I finally got them all on and strapped up and snapped a picture (note the chewed leash)...

And.. three of them fell off before the end of the driveway.

So friends, I give you Charlie Brown in his shiny red boots. He is not a good boy, I hate these stupid boots, and they are going back in the morning.

42 comments posted: Friday, November 21st, 2014