Big Head

Monster, has learned how to knock. When he goes outside, and comes back, instead of standing on the stairs patiently until someone notices that he is done, he bangs his big head on the door. He knocks.

Here is a picture of his big head.

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He goes about 200 pounds now. Think as tall as your hips, and bulky. Real bulky. Think when he runs into you, it hurts. Think when he decides he wants to give Mommy (and that would be Moi...) a kiss, and hops up onto Mommy's lap with his teacup sized paws, he squishes the heck out of Mommy's poor thighs. Think a head the size of well, I am thinking female lion here. And, I am SO not kidding.

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Also think of the slobber. I despise wet mouth dogs. DH on the other hand, while not thinking it is cute necessarily, is not bothered by the slobber.

DH does not have to wipe it off the walls, get children ready for school avoiding the slobber monster, slimer, or big head (some of the more socially acceptable names I call Monster in the morning.)

Think of a dog large enough to simply reach his neck a tad to steal food off the kitchen counter.

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Sigh.

Think when you get up and have to have a wee in the small hours of the morning, that your feet have to know there is a rather large obstacle that your feet must negotiate in the middle of the darkest nights. I cannot tell you how many times I have been saved from deep and lasting injury only by the fact that our bedroom suite is slightly larger than the space in our bedroom...and so betwixt my side of the bed and the large oversized man dresser with entertainment center on top is about 18 “. So, when I trip over Monster, who insists on sleeping on MY side of the bedroom, and instead of taking the nice more than Monster size carpet area near my bedside table, sleeps in the 18” area, stretched out to his full SEVEN foot length, tip to tail, I am saved because I either fall into the TV, or back onto the bed.

Cursing right along at the Monster, I continue my nocturnal journey around the end of the bed, past the cardioglide aka clothing dump...(does anyone actually USE the exercise equipment in their bedroom for something other than to put clothing on?), around DH's side of the bed, past the 900 + DVD collection, which fortunately has small and not very wide shelves, to the bathroom door, which as the crow flies, is a mere 6 feet away from where I sleep.

Then think of the joy of finally making the journey to the toilet, only to realize as I sit down in my sleepy state to relieve my overfull and bursting midnight bladder, that I had forgotten to put the top toilet seat down, there is no water in the toilet anymore, and there is very COLD slobber tracks on the seat....

Yes, there are untold joys in owning one of the largest dog breeds in the world. For those of you who might have forgotten, he is a South African Boerbeol Mastiff. He is quite beautiful. Dark though, very dark.

Just one more of the joys.

Calamity got her water turned back on, but her washer and dryer is getting repossessed cause Drunk (BF and ¼ Pint's father) who is still on house arrest, did not make the payments as promised.

She wrecked her car. She let her insurance lapse.

The electricity is facing disconnect because the landlord didn't make the payment. She called electric company, and got it put in her name, but they want a $160/deposit within 10 days or they will shut it off. They want a deposit because she has unpaid previous electric bills with other electric companies.

This is not looking good. The baby was sick and she had no way to get her to the Doctor. Sometimes, it is very hard to sit back and not run in and rescue this child. But, we did that over and over before. We had to stop. Now there is another child involved. This is hurting me a lot. The baby was taken to Drunk's house for the weekend. Drunk is on house arrest at his mother and stepfather's house.

I don't like that part. I have offered to watch ¼ Pint on the weekends when Calamity works, however, I was booked solid through this weekend and so couldn't take her. Starting next weekend, I will be having ¼ Pint, along with ¾ Pint every weekend, joing the other Pint's whom we have custody of.

The only problem I can see is that my car will not hold that many children all at once. I have air bags which do not shut off. Pint is 4'4” and weighs 80 pounds. I have to check, but I don't think that is big enough to ride in the front seat???

I really need a minivan, Too bad our credit is in the toilet from Calamity stealing all those credit card offers out of the mailbox and getting the credit cards and converting them to cash without our knowledge. Now, we cannot obtain a car loan to save our lives LOL. Such is life.

Here is a pic of the girls last night at the rehearsal dinner. I have to go get them showered and do their hair for the big wedding.

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And, the house needs readied (pronounced redded) up. For those of you not from the tri-state PA/OH/WV area, that means a superficial cleaning to make it at least LOOK presentable.

Coming home tonight at 10 pm with two tired and probably cranky kids, an hour and ½ drive home, and way past bedtimes, I am NOT gonna want to see a dirty house.

¾ Pint's dad Cop is coming to get her. She will spend the rest of today and tonight and tomorrow with him, which will make her deleriously happy, as well as make my weekend easier, which I could certainly use this weekend **smile**, then her dad will pick up Baby, and take them to Pittsburgh, back to the apartment.

Here is 3/4 Pint, being silly on the couch. She has lost her two front teeth.

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We still have yet to get Baby's truck fixed. It still needs a new fuel pump, but that has to wait until the 1^st. Nothing is allowed to break down mid month, or it just sits till the next month when we get DH's VA disability and SS disability. There is no savings anymore. Dang it !!

Good Saturday all. It is bright and sunny. Spring is here.

::::singing::::::It's a nice day for a white wedding........