Happy Birthday Sydney!

Just a bit belated... yesterday was my Sheltie Sydney's 16th birthday. We sang Happy Birthday to her and D gave her a jerky treat. Except she can't hear anymore and was wondering why the hell he was still holding the treat and wouldn't give it to her.

Mr. Rx bought the Sydmeister for me as a Christmas present almost 16 years ago. I don't know if he really wanted a puppy or not, but I was talking about getting another cat and he had to beat me to the punch. So he allergic to cats - what's the big deal?

Anywho - Sydney has been a loyal companion these past almost 16 years putting up with the addition of 2 kids and the indignities of having to wear scarves after visiting the groomer. She's got a gross wart thingy growing on her nose, her eyes are getting cloudy and I've rolled up all the rugs on the first floor. The past year has been tough for her health-wise and there has been a few times we thought we were going to lose her. But then I take her to the vet, she realizes just how close she is to puppy-heaven and she rallies.

It's going to be very hard to lose her and I get all verklempt just thinking about it. For now, we'll just enjoy her and let her enoy her golden days.

False alarm

I was first in the shower this morning at the oh-so-ungodly hour of 6:30 am. I am happily shaving my legs and humming the Song of the Day in my Head. What? You don't wake up with a Song of the Day in your Head every morning? I do and sometimes it is so off the wall, I can't believe that the neurons misfiring in my brain have the capability of pulling it out of their collective asses. Song of the Day in my Head ranges from Hannah Montana to Les Miserables to stupid commercials. And I have NO idea how it gets there. I don't wake up to music on my clock. I don't *think* anyone is singing to me in my sleep. Just another mystery in my life.

I digress. I'm shaving and humming and all of a sudden the water pressure drops to a slight trickle. I know it's not the sprinklers, so I'm perplexed. After about 5 minutes the water pressure returns to normal, but the water is barely warm. Even all the way to hot is barely passable for me to finish my shower (keeping in mind that I like my water temp set at "nuclear explosion"). I turn off the water and turn it make on, thinking maybe the anti-scald thing got messed up from the sudden drop in pressure. I just can't figure out what the heck is going on and I've got wild thoughts of exploding hot water heaters running through my head and visions of boiling spewing water filling the basement.

So I wake up Mr. Rx and make him go to the basement to check it out. Cause that's why we get married in the first place. He returns and reports that all seems normal and the hot water heater is heating water. He takes a coldish shower and I'm silently congratulating myself that I got up first for a change. We are having discussions about whether I should call a plumber, when Mr. Rx figures it out. On his way back up the stairs, he noticed that the hall bathroom light was on.

That would be our son, D. He got up, decided to take a bath, filling the ginormous hall bathtub with blistering hot water, stealing it all from his loving parents and EMPTYING a 50 gallon hot water heater.

While I'm at it...

go ahead and ask me if I ever heard from the school about M's lunch account. I know that you've hardly been able to sleep thinking about poor M getting charged for lunches she won't eat.

The answer is no. Zip, nada, zilch.

Destruction of a Kitchen

They're so small. How can they wreak so much havoc in such a short time?

Here is my kitchen at 3:20 as I leave to go pick D and M up from school.

This is at 3:59. we've been home about 15 seconds.

It is now 4:03. Son D has entered the room. You can tell by the Legos.

4:20. Cheez-its everywhere.

5:46 - the dregs of dinner.

Go ahead...ask me...

Go ahead... Ask me if the lunch lady returned any of my three phone calls.

Hell no. So I did what any rational mom would do.

I sent her an e-mail outlining the trangressions against my poor, sweet daughter's lunch account. AND I cc'd it to her boss.

As of today, three days later, I have not received a phone call or e-mail in return. Bastards.