"Not using soap is like just giving the germs a drink of water". - Dylan

Hubby and I have a little debate going.

One of us thinks it's a good idea to shower daily.

The other thinks, perhaps, jumping in the pool constitutes bathing. 

One of us argues that we live in Phoenix.  And it's August.  And that that person drives a jeep without a top. 

The other maintains that while this is true, the chemicals in the pool eat away any bacteria that may or may not cause odor. 

One of us rebuts this by pointing out that more hugging would happen if more bathing occurred.

The other thinks this through, contemplates it {maybe too long} and agrees that hugging is good, especially while in the pool. 

One of us sighs in obvious defeat and attempts to come up with a new game plan.

The other of us pounces and puts a stinky arm pit in the face of the first one. 

You can make guesses as to who is who in this story.  But I'll never tell.

If you can't "pet" it, it's not a pet

I found a scorpion is my house.

Granted, it's not nearly as bad as a spider of any size or shape, but I found a scorpion in my house. 

The guy we're renting from was all "Oh, yeah, we see them inside sometimes, nothing to worry about" and do you know why he said that? 

Because he's a boy.

It could be worse. My bestie's hubby paid money to own one of these.

Yup, I just made you look at that. 

He's lovingly referred to as "Stinger". 

Why are boys okay with these?  My boys, hubby included, thought it was so cool to mess with the one I found until they tired of torturing him and killed him. 

I have a serious case of the heebie jeebies and can just imagine one crawling it's way onto my bed to eat my legs in the middle of the night.  I'm pretty sure they eat people. 

And I'm pretty sure I won't sleep for a while.

Update

Daymon is loving school and doing so much better!

In his words "It's only a million times better than my last school, and that's a lot."

Well said.

Prayer works! {go figure}

This has been quite the summer.

We moved again after just 10 short months in the other place.  Turns out that when our landlord was taking our rent checks and keeping them instead of paying the mortgage, the bank didn't like it so much.  Some sort of policy thing I guess.  All is well though, I never liked that place anyway.  I do, however love our new house!  It has a pool too, and aside from endless wet towels that never get hung up, it's super fun. 

So along with moving, the kids switched schools.  Again. 

When Daymon met his teacher at the open house he really liked him.  Yay.  First day of school, suddenly doesn't like him.  Crap.  When I woke him up for the second day of school he opened his eyes and the tears started.  He barely ate insisting that his stomach hurt.  He then proceeded to cry all way up until I walked away from him on the playground. 

I received a call at 8:30 from the school nurse telling me that he threw up.  However, once I had him home he was in fantastic shape as he sat watching Spongbob.  Hmmmm. 

Third day.  Crying again, no eating, again. 

But this was not the "whining, drama, throw-a-tantrum" kind of crying.  He was genuinely making himself sick with worry.  And a third grader should not be so worried about school that they are in physical pain. 

We are huge prayers in our house so Hubby and I laid hands on him and prayed.  He seemed a little better and then would start again.  It was killing me that he was so upset about school and he kept insisting that third grade is too hard and that our neighbor girl told him the teacher is mean. 

We kept praying right up until he was on the playground and I promised him I would keep it up all day.  I watched as he walked to the basketball pole, sat down, leaned his head against it, and cried. 

I was ready to cry at this point.  I left a message with his teacher and silently prayed all day. 

I was a little apprehensive as I walked to the school to pick him up.  Did God have a bigger lesson for us to learn?  Would he make us wait?  I was so caught up in my internal dialogue that I didn't even see him come out until he was right in front of me.  With a huge smile on his face!  He told me his day was great, his light stayed on green and his teacher was nice.  Praise God.  He laughed as he did his math homework.  Who was this kid? 

I love it when God proves his love and shows our kids that prayer does work and that God still listens and his word still cuts.  That they can go to him with anything, great or small.  All worries, all praise. 

And that he even cares about us finding lost car keys.  Because that's just how he rolls.

Wordless Wednesday

The kids' version of a pine apple

Is his head supposed to be that big?

Sooooooooo. . .

We have a dog staying with us for a bit and at first I was all oh how cute, of course he can stay only now I might be regretting that decision what with all the barking and molesting of the dog pillow and having to try to explain to a friend why their son has a gigantic scratch starting at his shoulder that runs all the way down his back because doggy thought it would be fun to join in the swimming but must have forgotten about the claws. 

Oh and yes it was very awkward when said dog was having intimate relations with that pillow in front of eight other people including my daughter who is now scared and a little confused. 

I don't know what kind of dog it is but I'm thinking it's like a pit bull/veloceraptor mix.  And quite honestly I'm a little afraid of him but I don't want him to know that so I just act all large and in charge when I'm around him but inside I'm like please don't eat me!  Or try to make out with me. 

This is why I should think before speaking.  Because of course your dog can stay with us for two weeks!  What's that?  He eats small children, loves being inappropriate in crowds and watches me while I sleep?  Sure, why not! 

Someone just smack me.

guest post by my cat

This is Sheila's feline, Cairo, guest writing for today's post.  I rarely lower myself to think about such matters, however it occurred to me that by sharing my thoughts I am actually giving you a gift.  I am, after all, a supreme being and as such I cannot in good conscious not share with you. 

Some of you may be aware that my family has changed locations.  And if you can believe it, they also took that stupid dog.  Clearly they must not realize what a dimwit he his.  He's three times my size yet I can make him move from his spot with one swipe of the claw.  He also responds to my name, when Cairo and Dusty sound nothing alike.  But alas, I digress.  The purpose of my rantings today is to regale you with the proper way to behave when your family makes you change locations without asking you. 

First, when they begin moving objects around, start clawing random furniture to make your objection known.  When they yell at you, hiss in return.  Remember at all times, you are the King/Queen.

Secondly, if you are used to being outside the majority of the day and suddenly you are kept inside for the inevitable vehicle ride, you must snub the litter box and stand by the door making the loudest most annoying meowing sounds you can muster.  This step cannot be overlooked.

Third, do not be fooled or drawn in by cat treats.  Hide under the couch or behind anything too small for the humans to reach behind.  They will offer treats but if you give in, they will catch you.

Finally the vehicle ride.  This process is degrading and mundane, however, a full mutiny is a must.  You cannot allow them to think they can put you in a car all willy nilly.  Have the claws ready. 

Now, this part takes place quickly and sometimes may catch you off guard.  My humans tricked me into thinking they were settling in for a snuggle and the next thing I know I'm being carried off in a hurried manner with little time to think. 

When they place you in the car immediately jump onto the dash board and take off running at full speed counter clockwise.  You need to make multiple laps around the whole car, not forgetting about the back trunk area.  When you make it back up to the front have your claws out and ready because you will need to sink them into the daughter human to gain more momentum.  The thigh is a great place to start but you will want to switch it up so maybe the upper arm one lap and then a foot the next.  Feel free to get creative.  Make a minimum of at least ten laps around the car, more if they are too distracted by the screaming of the daughter human. 

This is all a very important process in making the humans understand that you are in charge and can take out an eye if the circumstances call for it.  You must maintain your status as the PIC {pet in charge} at all times. 

But I must sign off now.  I've a very busy morning of lying in the sun rays by the sliding glass door until 10:00 and then a full once over licking before my nap at noon, which will take place wherever that drool machine is sleeping.  Obviously.