My two golden fur kids just got through with a rousing round of bitey face, so I thought I would take the time to introduce them to you. I don't have any skin kids (that's children to those of you who have them), so my dogs are my pride and joy (and sometimes shame!)
This is Lucy. She is a golden retriever and I have had her since she was 10 weeks old. She was the last puppy left in the litter and she was just the right one for me. She is super smart and if I hadn't quit taking her to classes, she could be an obedience champion. I had hopes of doing therapy work with her, but when I took a job at district office 6 years ago, my free time to train with her went kaput. Lucy is sweet and smart and the boss of the 2 goldens.
This is Desi. She came to me at age almost 3, a rescue of sorts. The trainer where Lucy and I were taking classes asked me one day if I knew of anyone who was looking for a golden. Seems her owner dropped her off for boarding and never picked her up. She had been there in a kennel for almost 9 months while the facility went to court to get legal rights to adopt her out. I had been thinking about getting a companion for Lucy (I am too old to have a puppy and she proved it!) but said no when I saw she had hip issues. (Hip dysplasia is a problem in golden retrievers.) An older couple took her but brought her back because she jumped and wouldn't stay outside. I got a call saying she was available and I leaped at taking her. It was just meant to be. Desi is not the brightest crayon in the box, but she is loving and loyal. She has some separation anxiety - she hates it when we leave and will lay down in front of the door in hopes that we won't go. She also goes in my bedroom if she thinks I am leaving and refuses to come out (we keep the bedroom doors closed when we leave; they are the only rooms with carpet). She also has severe thunderstorm anxiety, so the Thundershirt and melatonin come out when when it storms.
Then there's Hannah. Hannah was my mother's miniature schnauzer. When Mom passed away almost 3 years ago, I got custody of Hannah. She is almost 15 and is a brat. She barks at everything. She is jealous of Lucy and tries to boss her around. Lucy just wants to play with her, but Hannah rarely wants any part of that. She has an elaborate medication schedule due to being allergic to the world, having a history of bladder stones, and high triglycerides. However, my mother loved her and my roommate loves her now, so she gets to stay. It's never dull, having 3 dogs around the house. The critters have it good here at Kasa Krazy, but I wouldn't have it any other way.
One of my most favoritest things to do is to visit blogs. Does anyone else click on links in the blogrolls of your favorite bloggers just to see what blogs they like? (That's a fearsome sentence, but I'm too lazy to go back and rewrite it. It's Saturday, for Pete's sake. BTW, who the heck is Pete?)
I clicked on a link from one of my favorite blogs and got all excited about the latest post on this new-to-me blog. Writer's notebooks - oooooh! So I got to looking at some pictures and . . . .
What I saw . . .
"What writer's do" (sic)
This is one of my biggest pet peeves. Here I am reading along happilyand someone mistakes a plural for a possessive. My heart starts pounding and not in a good way.
Here's the rule:
If you are taking about more than one, YOU DON'T USE AN APOSTROPHE!!!!!!
Sorry for the shouting. Some of my closest friends might understand the irony of the caps and all the exclamation points.
Save the apostrophes for contractions (he is = he's) and possessives (belonging to friend = friend's).
There's nothing worse than seeing post's with random act's of apostrophe's. And for Pete's sake (there's that Pete fellow again!), please make sure that materials you make for your classroom don't have this error or we'll never get rid of it!
P.S. I emailed the blogger to alert her to the error. No, I'm not telling you who it is. I don't cringe and tell.
I hardly ever go to the movies. They cost too much, there are too many people, and the people in the theaters annoy me with their talking during the movie.
Gosh, I sound old.
Hey, kid, get off my lawn!
Anyway, I trekked to the theater with my besties EG and DH to go see The Hunger Games. I read the series when the books first came out and decided to take a chance on watching the flick.
I am super critical when I see a movie based on a book I have read. The movie in my mind is always so much better than the one on the screen. Occasionally, I am satisfied with the product the theater puts forth. Usually not.
This time . . . meh.
I know they can't do a literal translation of the book into the movie, but I sure missed being in Katniss's head. I think the movie-makers also took a little license with the behind-the-scenes action surrounding the game playing. And what's up with the way Katniss got the mockingjay pin?
The book is always better.
P.S. We went to Alamo Drafthouse to watch the movie. Wowza! There's a good chance I'll be back at the movies sooner than I thought!
On Friday mornings, I get to see my fourth graders at School #2. This is a small group, so I can be a little more relaxed. It is an interesting mix of kids, with all boys except for only one girl. One of the kiddos is a real smart-aleck. I love him! Here's how one conversation went this week:
Smart-Aleck Kid: You know what's awesome?
Me: I am! Thanks for noticing!
SAK: . . . . (breaks into laughter)
I swear, the whole group laughed until we cried.
Did I mention I might be a smart-aleck (big) kid myself?