Boring. (Can't say I didn't warn ya).

I've not posted so much in the last two months or so... I've been really busy with all this "real-life" business and I think that may become the norm for me. I actually feel a good bit better when I don't let myself get bored enough to wander to the computer... It always goes like this: I'm waiting for my laundry to finish drying so that I can fold it, or waiting to bring the dogs back in, or waiting for SOMETHING to do, and so I think "Well, let me check my email / myspace / other things I like to read / etc. Then I get sucked in and put a bunch of things off. Then it all piles up and I get all frazzled and crazy because I hate it when things pile up and then I rush around to get it all done. Moderation is the key here and I suck so horribly at it. I'm an all-or-nothing kind of girl... I don't want to start something today and finish it tomorrow. Too bad that goes for things like reading blogs or eating all the ice cream instead of JUST the things I really need to do. Oh well. That gives me something to work on, I suppose. Anyone know of a way to hurry up and be good at moderation?? 😜😁

Before I forget let me mention something about my last blog... only one person commented it which is fine. I have a feeling that it had something to do with the video being so long and also the political nature of it. Psh... I still don't know much about politics, but I'm learning. Mostly, what I was trying to convey is that Jello Biafra opened my eyes and made me care about something I should've cared about all along. I know we're not all going to agree with each other's views on politics and everyone has their reasons for believing what they do. I hate to admit it, but I've never cared enough to have a "side" and I'm really glad that's not the case anymore. I'm not saying that I do have a side (I don't know enough about anything to have a side at this point) - I'm just saying that I am (for once in my life) paying attention. It feels nice to finally have my head out of the sand.

Anyway, here's what all I've been up to:

I recently removed most of the carpet in my bedroom. I left a square because I EXTREMELY didn't want to move my computer armoire, nor unhook, remove, and re-hook the computer and all the other stuff back up inside it just to get that piece up. Not only that, but my little Scooty likes to hang out under the chair that goes with my armoire so I left him a little to lay on under there. So now I have this really 70s-looking linoleum in my bedroom (it's orangey brown-yellow... sort of like this blog). It's not in bad shape; it has some paint on it, but I'm not worried about that for now. I'm thinking I'll probably paint my room before I put new flooring down, anyway. Also, the linoleum is a LOT easier to clean up when Scooter pees. And yes, unfortunately, he still pees in the floor. I bought him a litter box, thinking that he'd use it. But no. The sound of the dog-litter when he steps on it scares the shit out of him (of course).

More on that... never in my life have I lived with a dog in the house until I got the two I have now. My mother would not allow it although I would've loved to have a dog indoors with me growing up. So Scooter was a first for me. When we first got him he did really well with his housetraining. But then he ended up in the hospital for about a week with Ivermectin (a vet-prescribed drug) in his central nervous system. On top of that he was on morphine for several of those days to control the seizures. To make a long story short:  My little fuzzy boy has never been quite the same. When we first brought him home he had to be in a crate with a pan in the bottom to keep him from having to lay in his own waste all day (he still couldn't walk). It was rough. It's been just over a year since all that and we've never been able to get him housetrained again. He still seems smart - just weird. He WILL go outside, but I'm pretty sure he can't hold it as long as he was once able to and that's where the problem is.

Since I'm not willing to throw him out I thought a litter box might help him. But that's not going to work. When I sit him in there he just tenses up and breathes really shallowly. The sound of the litter scares the hell out of him and I don't have the heart to keep putting him in there. Same thing with the floor... if his nails click too loudly when he walks he'll panic and run backwards and fall. I mentioned it in a previous blog, but we're not really sure if he can see. The vet said that they were not positive he'd make a full recovery and I'm starting to think that he hasn't.

I guess my next course of action for Scooter will be puppy pads... he did ok with those way back when - he just liked to shred them. I'm going to get one of those things that hold them down and see if that helps. So, anyone need a dog litter box?? They're supposedly great for smaller (less neurotic) dogs... I ordered Scoot's off the internet because PetSmart didn't have his size. His is for dogs up to 35 pounds. I'd get rid of it and the rest of the litter for $15 (I paid $30 for it) and it's never even been used. If you're interested check it out here so that you know what I'm talking about.

Anyway, we saw Transformers today. It was really good. I'm not much of a movie-goer, but it actually kept my attention the whole time. Also, we went and paid for the flooring for the front room... it's this really pretty red wood flooring. It'll be available for us to pick up Tuesday. I'm excited about putting it down. There's carpet in that room, for now. Emma chewed up a purple bottle of paint on it about two months ago and the other night she ate my green ink pen on it. Not to mention that Scooter pees on it regularly. So yeah... I'll probably start pulling that up this week. Carpet just doesn't work for our lifestyle. Much like hair and fingernails I feel dirty just having it around.

And so... I guess that's all.