I haven’t posted much recently because my dad told me that I shouldn’t post when I am grumpy or sad or mad.\u00a0 He thinks people don’t want to hear about that kind of stuff.\u00a0 Well things are not always rosy and I have been grumpy lately.\u00a0 After going round and round with trying to figure out designs for our remodel, we find out that the bank will only loan us 80% of the future appraised value of the house minus what we have in it.\u00a0 So some of the things that we want will be a no brainer with the appraiser but some of the other things won’t fly because we can’t get it appraised high enough based on comps in the neighborhood, as we all know the market has been a little wacky.\u00a0 The crazy thing is that we can sell the house and start all over and have more money to work with with just taking out a straight loan.\u00a0 It’s discouraging.\u00a0 The next day we come home from all day LAX games only to find that our neighbor had cut down all the shrubs between our houses so now my screened porch (my favorite room in the house) is completely exposed and guess what they view is?\u00a0 Her house.\u00a0 Fortunately it is only on one side but I can’t help feeling like I am being stared at all times and I haven’t sat out there since.\u00a0 I cried a lot that day.<\/p>\n
This morning Cole and I took Shiloh down to the Humane Society for her appointment to be spayed.\u00a0 As I hesitantly turn her over the guy says, “you can pick her up tomorrow after 2”.\u00a0 Wait, back up.\u00a0 No one told me that she would be spending the night.\u00a0 I have never had a dog have to spend the night after being spayed.\u00a0 They inform me that is their policy.\u00a0 So I ask to speak to the vet, who says the same thing.\u00a0 She says they want to make sure her stitches are ok and to keep her calm.\u00a0 I tell her that she is going to go ballistic in the cage, there is no way she will stay calm unless they sedate her which they won’t do.\u00a0 Austin, who has already asked me a million times if she will be home by the time he gets back from school is going to flip.\u00a0 I pitched a fit and left without my dog.\u00a0 I sat in the parking lot forever, weighing the $240 cost to have it done at my vet, versus leaving her there at the not so clean humane society with the vet with greasy hair that is talking to me like I am a child and telling me that I can’t have my dog back until tomorrow.\u00a0 I call Andy, who calls our vet- really they should give us the dog back today.\u00a0 Andy says that we should go back this evening and demand our dog.\u00a0 I know it probably seems like no big deal, leaving her there for one night.\u00a0 But it is to me.\u00a0 To her.\u00a0 To Austin.\u00a0 I had to drag her in there, sliding on the floor.\u00a0 I finally drove away.\u00a0 Praying that I did the right thing.<\/p>\n
On a lighter note, Austin has been announcing each time he heads to the potty, “Hey did you know that the toilet was invented by a guy named John Crapper?”\u00a0 I asked where he got that info and he said from one of his buddies who shall remain nameless (Matthew). I didn’t believe it so I actually looked it up.\u00a0 In case you wanted to know…… the toilet was invented by a guy named John Harrington.\u00a0 TOM Crapper did sell toilets and is known for improving the functionality of the flush toilet.\u00a0 SO there you go, a little toilet trivia for you.<\/p>\n
I make my parents proud I am sure with my whining and complaining and rounding it off with toilet trivia.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I haven’t posted much recently because my dad told me that I shouldn’t post when I am grumpy or sad or mad.\u00a0 He thinks people don’t want to hear about that kind of stuff.\u00a0 Well things are not always rosy and I have been grumpy lately.\u00a0 After going round and round with trying to figure out designs for our remodel, we find out that the bank will only loan us 80% of the future appraised value of the house minus what we have in it.\u00a0 So some of the things that we want will be a no brainer with the appraiser but some of the other things won’t fly because we can’t get it appraised high enough based on comps in the neighborhood, as we all know the market has been a little wacky.\u00a0 The crazy thing is that we can sell the house and start all over and have more money to work with with just taking out a straight loan.\u00a0 It’s discouraging.\u00a0 The next day we come home from all day LAX games only to find that our neighbor had cut down all the shrubs between our houses so now my screened porch (my favorite room in the house) is completely exposed and guess what they view is?\u00a0 Her house.\u00a0 Fortunately it is only on one side but I can’t help feeling like I am being stared at all times and I haven’t sat out there since.\u00a0 I cried a lot that day. This morning Cole and I took Shiloh down to the Humane Society for her appointment to be spayed.\u00a0 As I hesitantly turn her over the guy says, “you can pick her up tomorrow after 2”.\u00a0 Wait, back up.\u00a0 No one told me that she would be spending the night.\u00a0 I have never had a dog have to spend the night after being spayed.\u00a0 They inform me that is their policy.\u00a0 So I ask to speak to the vet, who says the same thing.\u00a0 She says they want to make sure her stitches are ok and to keep her calm.\u00a0 I tell her that she is going to go ballistic in the cage, there is no way she will stay calm unless they sedate her which they won’t do.\u00a0 Austin, who has already asked me a million times if she will be home by the time he gets back from school is going to flip.\u00a0 I pitched a fit and left without my dog.\u00a0 I sat in the parking lot forever, weighing the $240 cost to have it done at my vet, versus leaving her there at the not so clean humane society with the vet with greasy hair that is talking to me like I am a child and telling me that I can’t have my dog back until tomorrow.\u00a0 I call Andy, who calls our vet- really they should give us the dog back today.\u00a0 Andy says that we should go back this evening and demand our dog.\u00a0 I know it probably seems like no big deal, leaving her there for one night.\u00a0 But it is to me.\u00a0 To her.\u00a0 To Austin.\u00a0 I had to drag her in there, sliding on the floor.\u00a0 I finally drove away.\u00a0 Praying that I did the right thing. On a lighter note, Austin has been announcing each time he heads to the potty, “Hey did you know that the toilet was invented by a guy named John Crapper?”\u00a0 I asked where he got that info and he said from one of his buddies who shall remain nameless (Matthew). I didn’t believe it so I actually looked it up.\u00a0 In case you wanted to know…… the toilet was invented by a guy named John Harrington.\u00a0 TOM Crapper did sell toilets and is known for improving the functionality of the flush toilet.\u00a0 SO there you go, a little toilet trivia for you. 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