Poor Little Earless Toshi!

This is Toshi - my sister's little yorkie. He's cute and little but kind of gross. He makes me gag a lot because she lets him lick all over her face and shares food with him and well, you know .... he likes to lick his ASS! YYUUUKKK!!! We just died laughing when my other sister sent this out because as you can tail, his little ear on the left is missing it's tip. Yup, it's true... his groomer snipped off his ear when he went in for a cleaning or whatever the hell you call it. Snip, in one swift swipe the crazy lady cut off poor Toshi's ear. I don't get to see Tricia cry much but I was there when they called and she freaked out. She couldn't stop crying and I couldn't stop laughing. They rushed him to the vet to see if it could be reattached but to no avail. So now I call him "damaged." Poor Toshi. Oh well, he shouldn't lick his ass.

I cannot believe it's been like 10 days since I posted. You know, I actually used to be obsessed with all this and think it was sooo great, then I just thought about all the crap I'm not getting done so I decided I'd only do my posts at night when everyone is asleep and all the crap has been done. Well, guess what? Bad idea. I never remember. I love watching Ray and cannot hardly get to sleep without my dose of Debra and then of course I have to stay up and watch Jimmy Kimmel and switch between that and Craig Ferguson or watch something I recorded from earlier in the evening and on and on and on... and then I'm too sleepy. So sometimes when I hit the sack at 2am I'm not in the mood to pluck away on the computer. So that's the big story on me. Wanted to ask some advice about a problem but really, in the end, do we ever give a shit about anyone else's problems? Nah, not really. LOL So I digress, but I won't be asking for any hints or advice because as much as I want to share my problems or ask the advice, I really don't care what the answers are because in the end I'm going to do what my heart tells me to do and in the end, do you really give a shit? Thought so. So we'll just skip that whole ordeal and get on to something else.

Spent the whole weekend with Liam and my sisters. Liam needed to get away and have some fun without his brother and I needed to get away ... well, just because I did. Sooo, it was fun. We laughed and laughed and laughed. I'll have to write a post about it one day but we just cracked up and all kinds of crap and then I made up a story after we visited this 400 year old tree and the place where Evangeline (you know the poem by Longfellow) originated about what we be like if we lived back in the last 1700's and had to do all the crap they had to do. It was hilarious because I think I'd still be the one who thinks differently than everyone else and not let their judgments skew mine. Well, we all decided I'd probably have been burned at the stake for being blasphemous. I cannot say everything I said but it was really funny. We laughed all day. And then we went to see Definitely, Maybe. BORING>>>>> DO NOT WASTE YOUR MONEY>. Now, don't get me wrong. It was OK for a rental, but to pay $12 for me and Liam to watch it and it was waaaaayy too long and my back was hurting and I was tired and my contacts dried out so my eyeballs were sticking to my inside lids and my ass was asleep and Liam was hungry and one sister was asleep on one side and the other one was balled up in a little cocoon with her jacket and needless to say, I WAS NOT a happy camper. I was sooo tired. It DEFINITELY, MAYBE could have waited to been seen on a DVD in the comfort of my big, comfy couch. So we made it back in time (15 minutes) to go to our class. Brent and Ian stayed home and had a good weekend doing whatever they wanted. Brent threw a baseball into Ian's face and busted his top lip. I wasn't too happy but Ian said he forgot to catch the ball because he turned to watch the man mow grass a few houses down. (Whatever.) It looks much better today. So then I had to go pick up Ian at my other sisters, go to the grocery store at 8:00 last night to get stuff for their lunches and then come home and make grilled cheese and tomato soup for supper. YUK. I opted for peanut butter and apple but they gobbled up that nastiness. I hate tomato soup so I gag when I have to smell it heating in the microwave. My apple was guuud. Since the big meat scare and it being in lots of hamburger meat in our area school, although not out school district, Liam refuses to eat anything with meat in it at school. Can't say I blame him my poor little cute adorable germophobe. I told him he could still eat the chicken and he was like "nah, I'll just eat cheese sticks." Excuse me. Don't think so. So they usually buy about twice a week so I told them just tell me what you want and I'll bring it to ya'll for lunch so their request this week is asian chicken salads from Jack in the Box. Those are really yummy if you haven't tried them. Although Ian hates the chicken so I usually make him give me his pack of chicken. Oh, and tell them not to heat it. Heating it makes it taste disgusting and I feel like any germs and salmonella that may be lurking in the there are just zapped to life with that microwave. So we prefer our chicken cold. Germs can't grow in cold right? Right? Right. OK. Enough for now. Off to get the kiddos, give them a light snack then off to baseball practice for two hours. Good thing is that they both practice on the same field just at opposite ends so it makes it really convenient. Late on that. Will update more often but only if I have something interesting to say, well I guess interesting to me may not be interesting to you but oh well, you can decide. Ciao bella!