Caught Ya!

Note to self.
Stash this photo away for the days she denies "digging for gold".
Bring this out to show her boyfriends.
Display it at her wedding.
Giggle every time I look at it.

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Green is one of my favourite colours

You're probably thinking I spelled "colours" wrong, but I didn't.  You see, in Canada, where I live, we add letters to words that cannot be heard and make absolutely no sense.  It is because we are so smart........

Anyways...

I like green.  It comes in so many different shades and just reminds me of nature and the outdoors.
Except this week.
Now it reminds me of dog puke and infected sores on the side of dog's faces.
Yum.

So instead of posting pics of disgusting green body parts, this is what I found when I walked outside my door.

Apple tree

Lil' Mushroom

Quiet Moment

Weeds are flowers too

Run Princess Run

The Leaves are Still Green

Dirty, green hose

Boy Child....with poison ivy

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Life Lessons Taught by a Three Year Old

My life is spiralling out of control lately. 
Sometimes I need my children to snap me out of my own depressing thoughts.
Like when I captured Princess running through the yard in her dress, jewellery and rubber boots, smiling and singing to herself as loud as she could.
That is all I needed to snap out of it and realize that life is good.
And it is OK to have messy hair.
And to run in rubber boots.
And sing like no one is listening.While wearing a crap load of jewellery 

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Sick Studley-Part 2

You all thought that Studley was healthy and happy now that he has hard drugs for his arthritis problem.
I don't know whether to laugh or cry about it but he is far from "OK".
Have I told you how much this year sucks rocks?
I think Studley agrees.
So, yes, he has arthritis that we don't know if we can fix because he is old and fat.
But he also has a horrible ear infection.
And he is the proud owner of entire body stink that could possibly be related to the yeast fungus growing in his ear.
Yum.

And then there is this.

I made it blurry on purpose so you don't have to see the oozing pus and blood.
I hope you weren't eating.
I haven't eaten in days because I cannot stand the look and smell of this disgustingly oozy flesh-eating hot spot.
*puke*
As we walked out of the vet clinic {again} with antibiotics, a shaved face and Elizabethan collar around his neck, I knew exactly what he was thinking.




I was thinking "Holy crap.  This old washed up dog is costing us alot of money."
"But I love him"
"And he is worth it"

Poor Studley.
He is now on drugs because he cant walk...
...drugs for his yeasty-fungus-filled ear
....anti fungal shampoo for his yeasty-fungus-filled body
...drugs for his oozy pus/blood-filled-flesh-eating spot that is eating up the entire left side of his handsome face
...low calorie food for old, fat dogs
...and he has to wear a huge un-Studley collar that causes him to walk into walls...and doors...and furniture

I am thinking about asking for some hard drugs myself so I can cope with all of the stress

But he is so worth it

Look at how friggin cute he is

Sick Studley-Part 1

Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy!
What a weekend we have had with old Studley the dog.
Let me start by saying that he is still alive and breathing.  This is a huge deal considering we were sure on Friday that it was time to prepare ourselves and the kids to say goodbye.  I had the scissors ready so I could cut off a "lock" of his gorgeous {but stinky} fur so we could tuck it away in our Studley scrapbook and treasure it forever.

I mentally prepared what I was going to tell the kids.  How I was going to be strong and totally OK with it because Studley is old and we didn't want him to suffer.  I prepared myself.  Hubby was prepared to say goodbye to the dog he said he wouldn't miss.

Liar.

Studley couldn't walk.  When I woke up Friday morning, Studley was laying down looking at me with the saddest dog face I have ever seen in my life.  I knew immediately something was wrong. 
It was kinda like this....but 1000 times sadder. Honest.


When I couldn't get his 100 pound body up, I found hubby quietly so the kids wouldn't know anything was wrong. He had to physically lift poor Studley up on to his feet. The old dog would walk a few steps, then fall to the floor. And he would stay there.
And he would look at us with the look of "Help me" on his face.
And I wanted to take all of his pain away.
And I wanted to curl up beside him and cry.
And tell him everything was going to be OK.

I am not a Veterinarian but I had diagnosed Studley with a stroke or a tumour or some rare incurable disease.  I knew it was bad.  Considering that he will be 12 years old in just a few weeks, I knew that he wouldn't improve.
In my mind, he was a goner.

We took him to the clinic.  Studley didn't even pee on the floor when we walked in like he usually does to let every other animal know that "Studley was here".  He flopped on the scale when they announced that he weighed 98.5lbs.  They took him right in.

Arthritis.  Hind end arthritis that flared up to the point of him not being able to lift his fat ass up.  That was the diagnosis. 
As well as a bad ear infection.
And bad stink.

No kidding.

Meds were given, and $170 later, we went home with directions to give meds for a week.  If they didn't work, we would have to decide what else to do.
This is what Studley did for the next 24 hours.

He also cried and whined.
And cried and whined.
And tooted.

To be continued.......

Welcome Fall

It is here.
Fall. 
Autumn.
 The season before the season that causes me to dive into a serious depression and want to hide under the covers for months.
Damn it all, I hate winter.
I love fall, but knowing that we are that much closer to snow and freezing temperatures saddens me.
While I am hiding under the covers, I secretly dream about moving south so I never, ever have to start my vehicle in -30 degree (Celsius) weather again.
I dream about sun, sand, tanned skin and the smell of sunscreen.
Year round veggie gardens and fruit trees, walking barefoot and a swimming pool in my backyard.

Then I get out of bed and see mountains of snow.

Damn you winter!

For now, I will try my hardest to enjoy the fall season and appreciate all of the little things before it all freezes over and I am in a cold, dark Hell.

Signs of fall around the homestead.

The onions have been harvested.

The sunflowers are suffering

The tomato plants are drying out

The leaves are changing

The apples are ready

We have gourds

The sweaters are being worn.
Can I just get a Hallelujah that Princess is wearing a sweater (with shorts)? This is huge people. The fact that she is wearing anything other than a tank top is a monumental occasion not to go unnoticed.


Happy Fall.
I guess.

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Fall Fashion Must-Haves

I am not sure if you knew this but I am totally up with all of the latest fashion trends.
Just because I am a stay at home mom who lives her life in jeans and work out clothes doesn't mean I am out of touch with the world of fashion.
Duh.

So, because I am all cool and stuff, I thought I would share with you the items of clothing every female must have for the fall season.  I went searching on Pinterest....my favourite website ever, for everything you need to max out your credit cards.  But at least you will look good. 

Chunky sweater.  Buy one in every colour.  I would like one in green or orange....or blue or pink....or purple.

Ballet flats. Buy a pair for every day {and night} of the week.

A scarf. There are so many styles now. So just buy one of each to make sure you look all cool and stuff.

Anything with ruffles. Oh Em Gee I love ruffles. They make me happy. They make me feel girly. Buy anything you see that is all ruffly and people will be jealous.

A stylish bag/purse. I would like one to match every mood.

Simple, black platform heels. Just because they go with everything. I recommend also buying a bright coloured pair just so you can stand out when you wear that simple black dress.

Jeans. Make sure you have skinny jeans and flare.

Boots. If you don't have a pair, you are a loser. But I am sure you are a really nice loser.

 Sweater. Make sure you buy one of every style in every colour, just because they look so amazing with jeans and boots/flats.

Cozy socks. Need I say more.


Now get out there and get everything you need to fit in with the cool crowd this fall.  While you're out, buy me one of each, please and thank you.

Thanks to the stylish wannabes on Pinterest for making me realize I am old, out of style and poor.

I bet Mama Kat has all of this stuff!

Daughters and Dancing

She is over 3 years old and takes up alot of my time, but I still have to pinch myself when thinking about being a Mommy to a little girl.
I never knew how much I wanted to have a daughter until I had one.
And now that she is out of diapers, in love with princesses, dresses and all things girly, I am realizing just how girly I am too.
So when we went to the local dance apparel store to purchase her "dancing clothes", I think I was maybe just a little more excited.
OK. Alot more.
Upon stepping into the best place on Earth the dancing store, I might have let out a loud squeal and jumped up and down...then twirled...and skipped over to the skirts and tutus.
I will never tell.
They had skirts and frilly tutus and princess wands and tiaras and even ballerina Xmas tree ornaments and ballet shoes and bags with tutus on them.
I.Was.In.Heaven
And so was the girly daughter of mine.
In fact, she was so overwhelmed that she actually sat on the floor with a wand in one hand and tiara in another and said "I never want to go home."
Or maybe that was me.


Is it wrong that I wanted to sign her up for jazz? And Tap? And buy her absolutely everything in the pretty pink store?

Is it wrong that I wanted to sign myself up for ballet so I could wear pointe slippers and a pink tutu?

I restrained myself.
Until our next outing.
Gosh darn, I hope she never decides to be all "boyish".

Dumb Mom is a mom to dudes!

I like her alot.

Life is a Big, Fat Hairy Bitch...Sometimes

Soooo.....last week the boys decided to build a fort..or a trail...or they just wanted to dig in the mud alongside our property because boys like to get dirty.  Whatever.  I am not a boy so will never understand the enjoyment they get from doing dirty, gross things

If it involves shovels and dirt, then my boys are usually knee deep into it without a care in the world.

Soooo....last week, everyday after school, they would run over to their play area with their knapsacks still around their backs and continue where they left off the day before.

Momma was happy.
Momma loved that her boys were playing together.
They were getting along.
Communicating without cursing.
No physical violence towards each other.
They were working as a team.
Momma couldn't have been happier that they were outdoors, away from the television and computer...and kitchen cupboards.

Life was good.

Until they both ended up with poison ivy.
On their face.

Their arms and armpits.
Between their fingers.
Up and down their legs.
Even on their private parts and bum crack.
Proof that they always have their hands down their pants.The boys are convinced that playing outside is no longer safe so I am sure they will live in front of the TV for the next 10 years. Dear Life.Sometimes you suck.From Momma