I found out how to get people to comment on your blog. By posting something like that! Ok, ok, I know it has been forever since I made that little mistake of posting that. It has been one crazy week, work has been helacious (sp?), school work has been crazy, soccer and football are in full swing, and I feel like I am going to have a nervous break down. Just ask my SIL Sonya, she has been my counselor for the last week. Thanks Sonya!
SO, here is the "surprising news", notice how I didn't say exciting, or awesome...?
My kids and husband think that it is super exciting and super awesome, but I am just getting used to the idea. (And no Jessi, I am not getting a boob job, although I could use one, and no I am not sporting a thong, or wearing my hair curly, or shaving my head, or any of the other drastic things you questioned...weenie!) For the last 6 months or so we have been talking about the idea of getting the kids a dog. We already have 2 dogs that we keep at Clay's parents house, they are definatley outside dogs. I am not a dog person, I am not an animal person, I wasn't raised to love, or even like animals. It is my dad's fault. My kids on the other hand, and my husband LOVE animals. We have a horse that we keep at Clay's parents house as well (see the theme here?)
So, we did it. We got a dog. I am/was/still hoping that this dog can help me with a little bit of my OCD tendencies when it comes to my house/cleaning...(meaning learning how to not be so stinking uptight)
She, the kids named her Roxy, is really cute, she is a mutt that we paid way too much for. She is a good dog, she hasn't had 1 accident, is pretty much potty trained, but she is a puppy. My kids love her, they love her to pieces. My husband loves her, me...I am trying to like her. I am trying to be patient with her, but we may not keep her. I know, I know I am a horrible mother, and I am doing exactally what Clay made me promise not to do. I suck. I am having a really hard time adjusting to this, I see other people with their "inside" dogs, and I think..."they can do it, why can't I", and then I remember that I have some issues in my brain that I need to work out (I struggle).
I am nervous about people thinking that it is gross, or judging me (my family), because we aren't animal people, and I am trying to not worry about what people think of me, but that is one that I do worry about. This is sort of turning in to a therapy session as well, sorry.
So, we have a dog for now, and her name is Roxy, and she is really cute, and I will post pictures when I have time to upload them, I just didn't want people to think that I was getting elective surgery, and then see me and wonder where it was?!
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