It's odd only having one child at home. Now that my two have reached the more mature teenage years, they fight less, talk more and seem to (though neither would admit it)actually enjoy one an other's company for brief spurts of time. Don't quote me on that because both would vehemently deny it.
But now that I only have the girl child at home (fisher boy has run off to Canada for a church thing)it's much quieter. I think the only thing fisher boy has in common with his father (besides a love of fishing, of course,) is both feel they have to pack a certain number words into each hour or they would explode with the unspoken. Both feel the TV needs to be on at every given opportunity. During the day, when both are gone, it's so quiet it almost makes me nervous. Don't get me wrong, I adore the silence. It's just verra different.
I tried to find a pix of my Hap Scrappy Doo, but could not. I don't think I have one on the computer. But regardless, my Scrappy Doo is an amazing dog. He is part wiener and part beagle and all adorable. But he is completely and totally a hound dog. He sleeps a lot, points his nose in the air and bays like snoopy and loves to tree a squirrel. Oh, and he MY dog. He wants to be where the mama is at all times. His eyes seek me out constantly and if I'm not home the family tells me he is always looking for me or waiting on the arm of the couch looking longingly out the window. When I was in the hospital for five days getting the brain tumor out, he wouldn't eat... he just waited for me to come home and when I did, he laid in bed with me until I started to recover. He is my third child. (Well, kinda, you know what I mean.)
When tumors began popping out on him I was pretty freaked out... after all, he is almost eleven even if he still does have a puppy look about him. But I am happy to report that they are just fatty tumors. No worries! YAY!
I just want to thank the goddesses in my life for being there for me... Miss Annie, Kerry... you both rock and thank you so much for being you. (No, I actually don't believe you guys are goddesses,it just seemed a nice tribute.)
Okay, back to work. Yesterday was all about errands. Today is all about nonfiction.