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The over-sized black dog is curled up in the corner, gently snoring on her fluffy, white bed while a black calico cat rests on the tattered quilt at the feet of the woman of the house. The gentle squeak of a computer chair is heard from the living room, the tap, tap of the ever busy keyboard, the hum of a computer monitor, and the soft singing of a young woman occupy the air. Another cat lets out its meek meow as it beckons for attention, hoping to find either its mother or the young woman at the computer. The turtle tank gurgles from a distant bedroom, an airplane rumbles by, and another dog barks in the distance.

These are the sounds of the night. Occasionally the house will creak or even pop causing momentary tension amongst the ladies, but for the most part, the night is serene. The blackness outside is kept at bay by the iridescent lights from within. Soon, it will change.

The young lady will grow weary and turn off the computer. Enervation will overcome the older woman. Lights will turn to darkness with a mere flip of a switch. As slumber overtakes the house guests, the noises will obliterate. It is at this time that the cats will remember that they are nocturnal creatures and with an abrupt burst through the house, they will leap onto the fireplace to begin their aeronautics. Mid-flight, an ornament will be procured so that fowl play may begin.

The felines run through the house, batting the ornament to and fro. This is easily accomplished on the wooden floors, as is sliding into walls and each other. With a moan, the woman wakes up and listens. She knows what awaits the night, but is optimistic that merely being awake will settle the cats. Of course, this is only false hope and she will reluctantly drag herself out of bed, a hunter on the prowl. The cats, suddenly feigning innocence, flop onto the floor in a humble position hoping the woman will pet them and head back to bed. She does stoop down to give each cat a rub and a gentle chide, but her mission is not diverted. She will find that ornament.

To the woman’s dismay, the small gray cat has placed herself upon the ornament in every attempt to hide her treasure. With a slight laugh, the woman reaches out and takes the ornament. She glances at the tree, the naked bottom half, stripped of its ornaments and Christmas joy, and knows placing the ornament back on the tree is senseless. She places it in a box instead. Inside that box are the other ornaments gathered throughout the season, treasures of the felines. With this, she turns off the hall light and heads back to her room, stopping to admire the tree once more. She notices that it is leaning to the right, slightly more than the day before, and slightly more than the day before that. If the tree isn’t straightened soon, it will fall over. Knowing this, the woman walks away with a smirk for these are the memories of the 2009 Christmas season.

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“My dog is a shitzu and she really is a shit, but I love her to death.”

I can’t think of a time when my dog hasn’t wanted to be with me. Unlike the shitzu, my dog is a hundred pound mutt somewhere between a rottweiller and a labrador. When she hears me pull into the drive way, she yowls loudly. She also does this when I pick her up from the dog groomer. There is no doubt that my dog loves me. This is apparent to all. She doesn’t ask much of me; food, water, an ear or belly scratch here and there, some simple conversation affirming just how much I love her, a bath, and a brush.

Sure, there have been times when I have not been happy with her. For instance, there was the time when I left my brand new ski jacket out and for whatever reason, she felt that it was wise to chew holes in the pockets. She loves to eat crayons, so those must be kept up. Her drama is pretty minor and definitely bearable. The few times that she has had accidents in the house have truly been my fault for leaving her too long. She has never caused significant damage, never nipped or bit anyone. She is a very good dog in all actuality.

If men really were dogs, I am confident that women would be happier. We would always know that he is completely “into us”, that he would do anything for us, and that we really do mean the world to him. Why is it so hard to find a dog of a man?

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*It is currently 93 degrees. Earlier in the week, the high was only in the 50s. There is something wrong with that in my opinion.

*The dog had emergency surgery this week. We were told to prepare for the worst. It has all ended well. She now has a 10 inch incision in her stomach. 

*My 5th grade boys freaked out about spiders twice this week while the girls could care less. 

*I went to a softball game this morning. That was fun. 

*Some of my students are begging me to teach 6th grade next year so that they can have me again. I taught them in 4th grade last year and 5th grade this year. I can not believe that they would want me for a 3rd year. 

*We got our preliminary state scores back (for the students) this week.  Our 5th grade students made a 65% increase in reading. That’s pretty amazing, especially considering how tough this year was. 

*I can’t get the dog to take her antibiotics without a treat, yet when I laid the cat’s antibiotic down on the bed so I could pry her mouth open, the dog came along and willingly ate it. WTH?

*A friend in Washington was told that she won’t be re-hired next year for teaching. All teachers with 3 years or less of experience have received pink slips due to the budget crises. That’s 83 teachers in her district. Meanwhile, my district is still trying to figure out what they are going to do. They are considering 4 day school weeks. 

*Government needs to get into the schools and see what is really happening instead of creating all of these regulations based on perceptions and cutting funding constantly. It’s not good for the kids and it’s not good for the future of America. We need to look at Japan and some of the other countries and get our schools straightened out. 

*Parents need to start parenting their children and stop being afraid to be the bad guy.

*I need to work on breaking my coffee addiction. It’s getting out of hand.

*I got my hair done today. That’s always a treat.

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In summary, today was a good day. Here are a few good things:

  • My 2nd grader decided to read Harry Potter today. He’s already on page 64. The book is a 5th grade level book. As such, he reads better than several of my 5th graders. 
  • I had a 2 hour meeting today. I dragged my son along. He behaved excellent and I received several compliments. In fact, he was better behaved than I was. True story.
  • I love when people look at me and try to ponder how old I am while stating, “I would have never guessed you old enough to have a 15 year old.” Yep, I’m plenty old enough. On the same lines, she looks older than 15, so it’s also fun to go out in public and watch people try to figure it all out. I don’t know how old they think I am, but not old enough to have a 15 year old, let alone an 18 year old. Nice.
  • One of my 5th grade students calls me Mommy. He is from a gang family and yet he calls me Mommy. He even told his home room teacher that I am his Mommy. This has gone on for most of the year and I find it very interesting and flattering.
  • I walked into a classroom today in which a couple of former students were. One of the girls told the assistant that I am her best friend. I’ll take that.
  • Another student who has only been here for a couple of months and has remained very introverted asked me today if I would write him an office referral so he could play an April Fool’s joke on his mother.  I wrote that he beat up another student causing a black eye and a bloody nose. I signed it Tooth Fairy. I can’t wait to hear how that one played out. 
  • When I picked my daughter up from school, one of my students was there to get her sister. She came to my car and talked to me. Most kids, especially as they get older,  are too embarrassed to seek their students out in public. 
  • One of my cats just went and cuddled with my dog. Long story, but the cats were adopted in August and were afraid of the dog for a long time. From a cat perspective, who wouldn’t be afraid? The dog is nearly 100 pounds and a lab/rotweiller mix. That’s a lot of dog. We adopted the dog nearly 5 years ago after she had spent about a year and a half in a shelter. She had one prospective family who took her home and brought her back because she chased the cats. We have 4 cats. The only time she chases them is when they run by her and all are participating in play. In fact, a year after adopting her, I felt she needed a puppy. I wasn’t going to get a pup, but I did get her a kitten. She has treated that cat as her puppy ever since. They can be seen snuggling at any given time. 

I’m sure I am overlooking more things, but it’s always nice when we have enough “simple” things happen in a day that it constitutes a good day. These are what make life good. The big things are wonderful, but they tend to be fleeting happiness. It’s the small things that sustain us.

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If the curtains are closed and you knock on the door and no one answers, don’t keep knocking and then ring the door bell. I swear I’m going to make my dog bite you (as if)! 

Why do the Jehovah Witness people always come early on a Saturday or Sunday morning and insist on someone answering the door? I was taught you knock once and move along. Maybe this religion hasn’t been taught door knocking etiquette. To top it all off, they always seem to show up on the days that insomnia kicked my butt, I was up until 4 or 5, and the whole house is finally snoozing along nicely. Do they have some type of secret sleep radar? 

At my last house, I asked them not to come anymore. They stopped for awhile. Unfortunately, it eventually began again and like I said, they are persistent until you finally open the door. So, I was at the point that I had a plan to open the door NUDE and trust me, that is NOT what they would want. This plan developed because I was in the shower when their ringing/knocking began and it continued until, wrapped in a towel, I finally answered the door. 

In high school, I had an atheist friend who threatened them off with a shot gun. I always had a great image of that one in my head. He was a red head and known to have a temper and strong opinion. His parents were out of town, so there would be no stopping him running down the street, aiming the gun and shouting obscenities. 

Next time, that little old man better not keeping knocking because someone or something will bite him. 

“I’m sorry to bother you so early, but…”  If you are sorry, then don’t do it or is door knocking, waking families up, and irritating the community a part of your ticket to heaven? Argh.

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I feel like the fricken cat lady. It really sucks. I would say that I need therapy, but I really have learned my lesson. These are the animals that reside in my rather small home:

anna-snake

Teenage Daughter & her snake, Sweety

Son & Dog

Son & Dog, Gabby

5 African Dwarf Frogs

5 African Dwarf Frogs (Son's)

A Red Eared Slider (son's)

A Red Eared Slider (son's)

 

An old cat named Grace

An old cat named Grace

Star, the most unphotogenic cat ever

Star, the most unphotogenic cat ever

The Mommy/Daughter Dual, Molly & Karma

The Mommy/Daughter Dual, Molly & Karma

Molly and Karma are a result of me feeling sorry for them, so I took them in. 4 cats in a home is absolutely ridiculous and it won’t happen again. Actually, if my house were larger, it might not matter, but my house is not larger, so I simply feel like a fool. Lucky for them, they are the sweetest cats ever…or at least the mom, Molly, is and they are a package deal. Want some cats? or frogs or a turtle? Hmmm????

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When a Dog Snores

When even the dog snores, you know all is well in the home. There is nothing that says cozy like the quiet hush of a house, kids snuggled in their beds, cats purring gently, and the soft snore of a dog. As I listen to the “silence” of my home, I know life is good. There are no whimpers or cries of bad dreams from pets or children. There is not the warning of a bark or the pitter patter of antsy feet. All is content in my home. I can relax and enjoy this quiet peace, this solitude that is offered only late at night and in the early morning. Oh how I have come to love these sounds.

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