Last night Abbi and I had our first puppy training class. It started with me finding just the right outfit to wear. I was thinking the attire would be somewhere between business casual and sweatpant slob. I opted for my best fitting jeans and a cute layered top.
Abbi's biggest problem is her strong desire, like pull you over and drag you behind her strong, to play with other dogs. This made us immediate outcasts as everyone in the class sat in chairs on one side of the room with their dogs laying nicely by their feet and me on the other side of the room on the floor in the birthing position. Only rather than trying to push a baby out between my legs, I was trying to real my dog in. The only thing I could think of was "At least I look good!"
Then came the worst part, THE WATER BOTTLE OF SHAME. Abbi was doing her " Hey guys I'm over here! I'm here! Do ya wanna play? Huh? Huh? Huh?" bark when I was handed the water bottle of shame. I was told it was NOT ok to let my dog interrupt the class and I was to squirt her in the mouth every time she barked. Needless to say, Abbi's whole head was drenched by the end of the class.
At this time, I could no longer tell myself "At least I look good" because my hair was stuck to my face which was dripping with sweat from wrangling my dog for an hour. We could've totally been pictured on some Owners Who Look Like Their Pets feature. I think I am going to bring my kids next week so the class can see how well I've trained parented them!
Let me start by saying that I really had no interest in reading this book. I don't care for stunt books and find them not genuine or insincere. I didn't enjoy the book, nor did I hate it. She did get me thinking about one topic though. What are you passionate about?
Well let's see, I'm passionate about glitter, and about pumpkin bread and cake and cookies and I think I am going to try to make pumpkin fudge this week. I am passionate about Starbucks black iced tea, no sweetener, no added water.
But I don't think that was what Rubin was getting at. She said if you want to discover what you're passionate about just look around you.
I'm looking.... Ok based on this I am passionate about dirty laundry, unopened bills, dirty dishes, and disorganized craft supplies.
Maybe I should go look in another room.
I don't know but for me I don't going around trying to define everything. I enjoy the simple pleasures of a giggle from one of my kids, a wet kiss from my puppy, a load of clean laundry from my husband, a nap in the middle of the day and a good book to read at night.
What makes you happy? Do you think it should be defined or measured or even checked off on a flow chart? Leave me a comment and let me know.
I love to read other peoples blogs but sometimes it makes me feel inferior. I mean sure I do a lot of craft stuff but there are other moms out there doing the crafty stuff plus saving $$$$$$ by cutting thousands of coupons, making their own cleaning supplies and then actually using them to clean. I'll sweep up my spilled glitter but anything more than that and you're asking an awful lot of me.
Now you might assume by the greatness of this blog that I too am perfect. But do not fear my minions, I am extraordinarily ordinary.
Let's start with my dog training abilities. We recently adopted a 1 year old puppy from the humane society. Her name is Abbi (picture a tiny heart dotting the i). Apparently I forgot to tell her that the top of the kitchen table was off limits. When I discovered her up there, I should have been yelling and freaking out about the germs and what not. Instead I grabbed my camera because I thought all my bloggy friends might find this funny.
If that hasn't convinced you of my imperfections, let me share more. My fourth grader had a friend spend the night. It was my job to get them up very early for their tackle football game. So at 7:30am I burst into the room and yelled in my deepest most masculine voice, "Are you ready for some football?!!" C's friend J was sleeping in the top bunk and bolted upright in shear terror, not quite sure where he even was or why he was being yelled at. My son who is used to my crazy antics didn't even budge. Afraid C's best friend would never want to sleep over again, I promised next time I would wake them up much more gently.
Friday Night: Dog on Table
Saturday: Terrorize C's friend from Catholic school
Sunday: C had another friend come over who had never been in our house before. After the tour the boy turned to me and said "I like your house! It's messy." It's true my house is messy and I wasn't offended by his comment because I could tell he actually liked it. I think he realized this was a house he could play in and have fun in and even get a little messy in without worry. And frankly I would rather be remembered as the mom who creates fun memories than the one who creates spotless countertops.
The last few years I have tried my hand at gardening, usually unsuccessfully. So why I expected this year to yield a hardy harvest, I have no idea!
My middle child LOVES carrots! I mean really loves them. One morning I surprised the kids with donuts from THE BEST donut shop and J asks if he can eat a carrot instead. Sure-right after I get you DNA tested because there must have been some mix up at the hospital.
To make a long story short, J got carrot seeds in his Easter basket which we planted together.
We weren't sure exactly when to pick them but when we saw these beautiful lush green stems, we figured the carrots were ready.
OOPS! Apparently you are not supposed to put all the seeds in the same hole and assume they will spread out on their own.
Major Carrot Fail! I do think we will try this again next year now that I know what NOT to do.
Hope my blunders bring you joy because there has to be a good reason I have so many of them:)