This is really getting ridiculous for me. I want to go to church I (literally) need to go to church but I haven’t quite made my want connect with going. I don’t have an excuse for not going other than being tired and don’t forget lazy. I guess too I kind of feel like I am in a church gray area. I quit going to my one church (that I am a member of) about four years ago (it is Baptist) and occasionally I will go to my BF’s church which is Presbyterian. I know a fair amount of people at the church, I like the Pastor, I like the church atmosphere over all so I really don’t know why it is that I just don’t go!

Something (I’m going to go with God on this one) has made me feel even more than normal that I need to go, like right this instant drive in the car and get your behind in a pew. I think this Sunday just might be the day for me.

I am having a HORRENDOUS month this past month and I really got to my wits end last week after work when I cried as soon as I sat down in my car and then the whole way home and even then for like the rest of the night. I know craziness. But it was all for a good reason that I would rather not discuss right now because I don’t know how this will all pan out in the end. But it isn’t just work I suppose it feels like everything as of late and I swear if I get another medical bill in the mail I just may scream! Every time I think I am going to get one paid off I get another one. It’s craziness! So I guess that might also explain why I haven’t been able to blog quite as much as normal.

But seriously, I am going to church this Sunday! I have to, my heart needs it more than ever!

Please pray for me! (Seriously)

Hannah Banana

Hold the Bananas….

Everyone (my husband and myself included) call Hannie: Hannah Banana. Well the first time I gave her bananas I thought she had turned awfully red on certain areas of her face. I tried the bananas again and the same thing happened and she developed little bumps on her skin.

So I guess there will not be anymore bananas in her future, who would imagine the child to be allergic to bananas.

Wordless Wednesday-Carrots Are Good!

The Great Skunking of ’08

It happened yet again to that stupid lovable creature we call Bo.

Around midnight last night I was just getting out of the shower and straightening around the house and the phone rings,

Mom: Did your father cook something and burn it?

Me: I don’t know I haven’t gone down there tonight.

Mom: Well it smells like burnt garlic or something, it’s horrible. Can you come over and smell, I’ll come down and watch the baby.

Me: Okay

So I finish up drying and putting away the dishes and Mom comes in.

Me: Oh my God, you smell like skunk!

Mom: Do I?

Me: Yes, all I smell is skunk.

Mom: Well can you go down there and smell with an open mind?

So I traipse down the street in my pajamas to go and smell what the smell is in my mom’s house. As I am walking down, Jack the Cat jumps out of nowhere and tries to kill me. Okay he didn’t try to kill me but he scared the hell out of me. Jack and I continued our journey to my parents together. I get to the end of the driveway and I can smell the skunk, I thought to myself this will not end well. So I got to the front door and was expecting a skunk to jump out at me at any moment, that’s how potent it was. I open the door, the cat flies in the house and the smell of skunk hits me in the face like a ton of bricks. It was almost as bad as pepper spray. I walk immediately to Bo’s room and he is right there ready to greet me. I said Bo-dy and gave him a good whiff! Phh! That is the source of the problem!

I made a u-turn and hauled my butt back home. I told my mom:

It’s Bo, he got skunked and carried the smell in with him!

Mom: Eww, now you smell like skunk!

Me: You better go home and wash the dog(s) and start scrubbing the floors.

Mom: Expletive Dog, expletive, expletive.

Me: I didn’t see a skunk carcass so you might want to check to see where that is.

Mom: I swear to God if a skunk jumps out at me I am going to beat that dog over the head with it!

So needless to say, I took shower number two for the night and then washed my clothes so that the skunk smell was not stinking up my house. My poor mom went home and washed the dog and everything he touched and don’t you know the next morning it still smelled horrible!

We all went to Denny’s the next day and afterwards I went home and my parents went home to continue the scrubbing. Later that night I went down to get something from my mom’s house and it didn’t smell near as bad. It was just a faint odor of skunk. By Sunday it should be completely gone.

As a background on the dogs, the are kept seperate, they are chow-chow’s and fight something horrible if they get together. One is kept in one room and the other is kept in it’s own room. They both have access to the backyard through sliding glass doors. The backyard is separated so that they can not get together out there. Typically there doors are left open all the time. My mom works second shift and my dad is usually travelling with work. My mom went to work yesterday and my dad came home before he had to go to work late that friday night. Well my father in all of his brilliance leaves the sliders open and proceeds to go to work. Therefore Bo gladly went out, fought or killed a skunk and then proceeded to drag the stench in with him because no one was there to witness the evening events. So my mom after working all night comes home to find skunk-a-pa-looza in her house. Fun times!

This is the second time this dog had done this, but last time he killed the skunk.

Wordless Wednesday-Go Cards!