The Problem With A Reader

We’re a family of readers, or at least trying to be. The Littles, (which really, need to be referred to as ‘The Middles’ now) aren’t quite there yet, although they love to be read to.

I’m a huge reader. So is Diva. And, I was smart/lucky enough to marry a man that also reads.

And therein lies the problem.

Wolf loves a series by a Canadian author, Donald Jack, called ‘The Bandy Papers’. He started reading them long before I came along, but only owned a couple. Made for super easy gifts, getting him the rest of the series.

Like any reader I’ve ever known, he goes back and rereads his favourite books.

The premise of the books is the lead character, Bartholomew W. Bandy becomes a fighter pilot in WWI. It’s a wonderfully written, hilarious series. I won’t get into plot details, b/c I wouldn’t want to spoil it for anyone who may be curious about the series, but to give you an idea, he describes an superior at one point as the man having ‘fine, childbearing hips’, and ends up chasing another superior across a meadow…Superior is on horseback, and Bandy is in his plane.

One of the books is called, “This One’s On Me”.  This is the cover of the book, on the Chapters website
This One’s On Me

As you can see, the cover has a woman in a state of undress, w/out actually *showing* anything.

However, when you have kids in the house, that’s more than enough.

Princess discovered this book, and started yelling about “Daddy has a naked lady book!” I thought we had that sorted out…

Until she thought it was a great conversation starter w/a cashier. “My Daddy reads a naked lady book!”

Trying to explain that no, it wasn’t Playboy, it was a novel by an award winning Canadian author…well, folks don’t really believe you.

(And, ftr, there is no adult scenes described in the book.)

I’m thinking about papering the cover of the novel…

I’m Baaaack!


Been a while, no?

Yes. Yes it has.

So, I’ll give you a quick update on what’s gone on in the last 15 mths or so.

Cassie, our Great Pyr x Akbash is no longer w/us. RIP, Cassie.

We have a new dog, Bazinga the Bordeaux.

We moved last winter.

I no longer have a gallbladder.

Jack the Cat is no longer w/us. RIP, Jack.

We have a kitten, Stitch.

Boo is no longer the youngest member of the clan.

Welcome Cubby, as of June, 2013.

That’s pretty much the major events, in order of happening.

Still married, still riding herd on the crew, still homeschooling, still one armed.

And now, trying to get back into blogging. Be patient w/me, and I’ll do the best I can to be a better blogger!

So, We Moved…

We’re currently swimming in dog hair.
Honestly, it’s so gross.

Our ‘mini pony’ is a Great Pyr x Akbash.

With the move south, we’ve gone from winter to spring with a single 5 hr drive.  My old city was hit w/a major snow storm since we left, and we didn’t see a single flake…Love it!

However, it means the dog is shedding like crazy.

And, of course, when I went to vaccuum, the motor started smoking.

On the upside, I’ve ordered a Dyson Animal.  I warned Wolf when we got the old vaccuum that next time, I was getting a Dyson, and that it might mean him selling a kidney, but I wasn’t getting anything less…we go through a vaccuum every few yrs, it seems.

It’s going to be a wk or so before it arrives…and at the rate we’re going, we’ll be swimming in dog hair by then.  I can’t even put Boo on the floor b/c of the hair.  Diva and Wolf sweep constantly, but it doesn’t seem to matter.  We can’t tie the dog up outside, she’ll go nuts, and ppl will complain.

Here’s hoping the Dyson arrives sooner than predicted.

I did warn Wolf that I’d been lusting for a Dyson for years now, and that he might just find me snuggled up in bed w/the Animal on his side of the bed one night…

Shopping Experience

So, made it through the shopping experience. Barely.

Found Diva a lovely dress…a bit more formal than I was thinking, but it looks wonderful on her, and still what I consider to be modest. (You wouldn’t believe the plunging necklines and barely cover yer butt dresses we saw!) Also got her a black shrug to go over, since it’s sleeveless. There was a sale, (thank heavens!) so I got both items for less than the dress originally cost.

Then I spent I don’t want to admit how much to get her a good head band (metal vs plastic…her hair is uber thick) that has rhinestones on it, since the dress also has those on the neck…and shoes.

Wolf told me he didn’t want to know what it all cost. Smart man, LOL!

I came home and died. Arm was flared up, but on top of that, I had the migraine from Hell. Ever since RSD, I get migraines far worse and more frequent than ever before.

I’m so glad I was able to keep it together until the shopping trip and lunch was done. Totally a will power thing. I was in tears on the ride home. Ick.

Scenes From Our House III

Diva is at that teen stage where any affection seen btwn Wolf and I is ‘gross’.  Unfortunately for poor Diva, Wolf and I are openly affectionate w/each other, and her teen angst hasn’t had an impact.  If anything, it encourages us to be even more demonstrative…possibly in retaliation for the eye rolling, mouthy attitude that seems to be a daily event around here.

Wolf’s heading to the store, and he and I are goofing around…hug, kiss, and some drama…Wrapping my leg around him, “Don’t go!  I loooooooooooooove you!  I’ll miiiiiiiisss you!  I can’t breathe without yooooooooooooou!”

Diva starts gagging.  Then asks, “Why can’t you hate each other like normal parents?  Normal parents get divorced, and you guys are all lovey dovey and stuff!”

Wolf tells her, “You’re stuck with parents who are going to stay together.  You guys outnumber us.  We couldn’t survive you guys on our own, either one of us. Staying married to each other is our only hope of survival.”