Tuesday, June 26, 2012

it's what we're up to


since my dear mom is being lazy engrossed in many other projects at this time and continues on her bloggy break, I thought I'd give you heads up on what she's really been up to. 

let's see.  she sprayed lysol on my pile of toys trying to kill the ugliest spider she'd ever seen, then screamed and sucked it up into the noisy animal thingy, then got all worried cause she couldn't find it's remains anywhere.  my problem? i think not.


she went crazy one day and brought home not one... not two... not three... but a half a dozen large carpet remnants and put them throughout the house.  dad says she has a carpet fetish.  i say...  i have a whole lotta new places to poop.  


and speaking of poop...  i've been pooping a lot lately.   the nag mom says she thought she heard someone talking today but nobody was in the room but me... then she came over and put her ear to my belly and said, gracie...  you have issues!!  really?  


she's threatened to bath me, but keeps putting it off.  what did i tell you? lazy, eh?  she says i'm getting groomed next week.  about time!  


mostly though, she's on the phone back and forth with my aunt, working on the book she's getting published soon, and laughing.  she's been laughing a lot lately.  i know.  some strange stuff going on here..    *insert twilight zone theme song here*  


weather here has been awesome. great. fantastic. perfect. gorgeous. to-die-for and we spend a lot of time outside on the swing, savoring each moment, according to mom.

 we are enjoying our summer.  how about you?

Sunday, June 17, 2012

I MISS YOU DAD!

 I was 15 and it was my first full time job, babysitting the neighbors kids.  Theirs was about 3 houses up the street from where we lived, but the houses were spaced pretty far  apart.  

When 11:30 PM rolled around, 
the little town of Eckhart was fast asleep... 

*yawn*

  ...Well, all except for the ghosts and goblins and resurrected bodies pulling clanging chains that followed me  while I dashed down Cemetery Road with haste 
to get home safely.  

One night I came out from my 8 hour shift, ready to beat the devil home, when I 'just happened' to run into Dad, who 'just happened' to be walking our German Shepherd, and he escorted me home.  

No ghosts or goblins were there that night and all I felt was calm and safe while we walked home and talked 
about our night.  

Dad must have sensed my pre-midnight fears of walking home alone, because he began showing up more and more at that exact same time.  

My gentle, quiet, hard working dad didn't need to say a word.  He didn't have to say he loved me.  

I already knew.

I MISS YOU DAD!