though hearing, they do not hear or understand...
For this people's heart has become calloused; they hardly hear with their ears, and they have closed their eyes. Otherwise, they might see with their eyes, hear with their ears, understand with their hearts and turn, and I would heal them."
Yeah, I said "my dog." Technically, he's Maggie's dog, but who do you suppose feeds him, brushes his long coat, takes him to the vet, buys him toys, keeps his favorite treats in stock, gets up with him at 5:30 am when he's sick, and wipes his little behind after he does his business? Hmmm? Those of you that know me very well, will no doubt find this post amusing, because I'm going to gush about my D-O-G. And I still wouldn't give you two cents for anyone else's dog. Now, when I was little, we always had an outside dog. First we had a mutt named Snoopy - he got hit by a car. (Car-chaser.) Then, we had a mutt named Snoopy - I think he was also hit by a car. Then, we had Snoopy. And I think he was a beagle, but I don't remember what happened to him. And, yes, every dog we had was named Snoopy. I don't know why - lack of imagination? Anyway, I am not an animal lover. I'm not an animal hater, either, but I'm allergic to most domestic creatures, so I've learned to keep them at a distance. But, our cute little Charlie is hypo-allergenic. It took years at the dog factory to develop such a product, but they finally met with success. (Actually, it has something to do with the type of coat he has. Whatever; all I know is, he doesn't cause me to cough, itch, sneeze, etc.) So, not only am I crazy about him, I let him live in my H-O-U-S-E. Charlie is an incredibly adorable little white ball of fluff (that doesn't shed.) At eight pounds, he's a little bigger than we thought he'd be, but still smaller than Alex was at birth. Having a puppy really is a lot like having a toddler: every morning we start with a box full of toys neatly stacked in the kitchen corner, and every evening we pick up all the toys scattered about the floor. He has to be encouraged to eat, because he'd much rather play. We're working on potty training. I put him in his crib, I mean crate, for his nap. He hates to take medicine - I have to hold him in a vise grip and pour it down his throat. He bites and likes to give kisses. And he's learning his ABC's. Okay, I made that up. But you get the picture. Not only that, I talk the most ridiculous baby talk to him. Well, you probably would, too. He's just a little sweetheart. He hasn't even chewed up anything important! This was just the right time in my life to get him, because he is a lot of trouble and requires a lot of attention and training. I wouldn't have had the time or the inclination until now. But, I have to admit, he loves Maggie more than me. And that's okay, because I love Maggie more than him. I guess.
I have a suggestion for helping your puppy take pills! Try putting it on the back of his tongue, and then holding his mouth closed and rubbing his nose.... he'll feel the instinct to lick his nose, and down goes the pill! It works like a charm for Bella!
Thanks, Aubs. It was actually liquid Benadryl. He has to take it before he gets shots because he has an allergic reaction. He takes pills just fine, but that is a good suggestion.
I know just how you feel about a DOG. I have my first one in over 20 years and he is wonderful. Nice to hear from you and hope the whole Day clan is doing well.
the concert was soooo great. best one i've ever been too. The did several old Led Zepplin songs which was neat. And, our seat were 8 rows back from the stage. it was so much fun. i missed being at the reunion though. i really enjoyed being with the family :)
hey darla! the wedding is in nashville. how is everything for you and the family? i got to talk to alex last night at eastside and it made me miss the rest of the days! :(
Unfortunately, in the state of Kentucky, there's a law that states an employer can basically fire you for what they can site as "business needs". They really don't have to give any reason to fire you here. And AFNI lets us know that on a daily basis. I'm not afraid, though. My dad actually said, "I bet this is God's way of telling you that you've been working way too hard for the last 6 months, and that you need a rest. Don't take that gift for granted!" Ha. I know Mono isn't necessarily a "gift", but since I have no energy, it's basically forcing me to rest. Thanks so much for the message, and I hope to see you sometime soon.
just read lauren's page and wondered what all this gratitude is about? what did ya do for her...besides birth her, feed her, raise her, teach about the Lord, teach her how to be respectful, teach her how to be a good wife....hehe
I'm sure that there are republicans that also work for the organization. However, it's attempts are as non-partisan as possible. Their goal is to come up with the truth for the public.
Because that would be exactly one year since I last posted. Maggie made it through that English class just fine, and I never did have to read NATIVE SON. She never did, either, really. Somehow she managed to just get by with reading the parts they were discussing in class. And she practically became best friends with that teacher - still goes by to see her every day this year! That's her typical way of responding to a challenge of someone by me. . .like the time when she was about 5 and ordered orange juice at Cracker Barrel and the waiter brought her a humongous glass which cost like $3.00, so I was complaining to him about his lack of judgement because a little kid couldn't drink that much juice and she downed the entire glass before I could finish lodging my complaint. (Maybe I should go see that English teacher about my run-on sentences.) But I digress. The past year has held joys and traumas. But God, in His mercy, did not give me more than I could bear. He truly provided a way of escape. I'll be forever humbled by that. That trauma is too complicated to discuss, but I'll tell you, turning 50 (yes, I said FIFTY) in July was a trauma in itself. Every once in while, I still hear this little voice saying,"How could I (wish I knew how to highlight that little word) be 50?" It's very strange and I don't like it much and now I know why my Aunt Cille has been 49 for a very long time! As to the joys, well my sweet Lauren lives back here in Columbus now, and that makes me very happy. I'm very appreciative that Jon was willing to do that. She's awesome. (And my hair never looked so good.) Alex is about a thousand miles closer to home at Western, living with some really cool guys, and being the best tour guide that campus has ever seen. (wicked smile) Maggie is a junior this year (that's actually in the trauma category.) She's pretty awesome, too. Got a great head on her shoulders and is very tolerant of her aging, possessive mother. This sounds like a Christmas card letter, so let me continue with Tom. He is a good man. He possesses some very important qualities that help him deal with certain people in his life, such as patience, humor, patience, and patience. He is also still commuting from Ohio, but as soon as Maggie graduates, I'll be joining him, unless the Lord works something else out for us. It's been difficult and I know some people think we're crazy, but when I see how Maggie is growing spiritually and has good friends here that we know and trust, I feel we made the best decision for our family. I am currently, at this very moment, procrastinating about Christmas decorating and shopping. Somehow, over the years, I have become "Mother Christmas" and every common room in my house gets transformed at Christmas. It's a lot of work, but I love the way it looks when I'm done. And since my parents and siblings all gather here for three or four days of togetherness, I like to make it special for that. Because, for me, that's what it's all about - enjoying that wonderful bond of family that God created. (Now, here on earth, sometimes it takes work to nurture and strengthen that bond. But won't it be incredible in heaven when it's just part of the fabric of our pure souls in God's presence?) Well, this is why I don't get on more often. I just can't quit talking. So, if any of you ever check my blog anymore, I apologize for the length. And to my two cousins who post pictures of some very adorable children, I thank you. (I'm too lazy to post on your blogs, Sarah and Lori, but I love seeing the kids. And seeing how much you're enjoying this beautiful time in your lives.) Merry Christmas, everybody!
Thank you. I am glad you are well. I am not aware of your trauma, but as the movie says "that which does not kill us makes us stronger". Have a great holiday season.
awe shucks mom.. thanks :) my favorite part is when you talk about ME .. haha. cause you know i am narcicisstic =) haha.. but really thanks for all that good stuff. i can't believe this year is almost over... its been a good, long, rough one...
Well, if you were trying to make me blush, you succeeded, Darla. Thanks so much for your kind words...and for reading everything I said...i know it was a bit lengthy. =)
