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Over the river and through the woods….

if only that’s the way our trips to grandmother’s house would go.  But no, our most recent sojourn to Mimi’s place was a lot more like “over the Throg’s Neck and through the puke.”  Allow me to explain. 

On a sweltering summer day, I decided that it was high time for me, stay-at-home-mom that I have become, to take the kids to grandma’s house for a relaxing visit and swim in their pool.  Ha!  Loaded all three kids, all of the swimming and relaxing and distracting accoutrements each of them required and added the two dogs.  Our own loving and beloved spaniel mix and our current foster puppy, who I am now convinced is not a Golden Lab and Beagle mix as we were told, but a Pit Bull-Jack Russell cross.  He is very affectionate, but – well, yesterday I turned around and he was standing on top of the kitchen table.  Anyway, said foster puppy was highly reluctant to enter the mini-van, so I added all sorts of toys, treats, bones, etc to entice him in.  And yes, I did take water and food away from both dogs about an hour before we were scheduled to leave, to avoid any bodily function disasters.  On the dogs’ part, anyway. 

10 minutes into the trip and just as we entered the bumper-to-bumper traffic that precedes the Throg’s Neck Bridge, an unmistakable and overwhelming odor wafted through the van.  Everyone under the age of 21  began screaming, crying and mock-retching while I exploded into an unprecedented (even for me) string of expletives.  Everyone in that car can now make sailors blush on four different continents (not that they couldn’t before).

Pile of dog poop on the back seat, quickly followed by and even larger pile of dog puke.  I jumped the curb, pulled onto the median and no, our 6 year-old Honday Odyssey mini-van is not 4-wheel drive, so I had no idea if we’d ever make it out again.  I found some old newspapers and plastic bags and with 6 trial-size bottles of Purell, managed to clean up the worst of the mess.  Got back in the van, fought our way off the median and into traffic.  Every other driver was screaming at me and honking their horns, and I screamed back, until my youngest said “I know why they’re yelling at us!  The back door is open!”  Yeah, mom of the year drove over the Throg’s Neck with the rear hatch wide open.  Luckily, no children, animals or prized possessions were lost, though their innocence certainly was.

so sweet…now

Mouse update: dead and flattened mouse seen in location of release.  Ironically, flattened mouse appeared to be running back in the direction of our home.  Don’t tell me he didn’t know a good thing when he saw it!

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Butt cancer

Why a blog? Why not a blog? Idk, but it does give me a chance to write, even if I am just writing to myself. I’m in my late 40’s, have a courageous husband (he’d have to be, to stay married to me), three kids, a rescue dog, rescue cat, rescue rabbit, a cockatiel and a Chinese dwarf hamster, who we once thought had butt cancer – as it turned out, he didn’t – he’s just extremely well endowed. Yup, you can just imagine all the new words the kids learned in that visit to the vet. To make it worse, I had to translate all the correct terminology into inappropriate words they’re familiar with “hmmm..what are testicles? Have you heard of nuts? You get the idea. As the kids (and the vet tech) giggled hysterically, I forked over 250 bucks for the happy knowledge that Casper doesn’t have a tumor growing out of his ass, it’s just his balls!

Casper!