oh the fleas

welllll...the dog has been bathed, shaved, hand-picked and dipped for fleas but, the bugger still has them. The remaining fleas are all up around his nose and mouth. I am not talking about just one or two! At this point I am trying to get a hold of one of my 16 year old daughter's friends to come over and let snoball out for bathroom breaks so he doesn't have to go along.

Then.....on Monday it is off to the vet with the few dollars I have left to professionally flea dip him and the 3 cats. Gosh Darn (not my usual expletatives, but trying not to offend)

wedding blues

My oldest son (birth) Jake is getting married on Saturday to a young woman I really like. I should be happy and excited buzzing around in anticipation of this event, or so I think. The reality is that Rick had to drive 4 hours one way to pick up one of our girls (18 years old) who will probably never be able to get herself anywhere. I drove the opposite direction to pick up our daughter who is in residential treatment so she could attend the wedding. Meanwhile we had our 3 year-old grandchild for several days so her mother could travel across country for her job. Did I mention that there are 12 people from this house who need to dress up fancy and look good for wedding photos that cannot do this for themselves. Well that is counting me who can dress myself and dress all the others. Rick is wearing a tux, but I had to order it and make sure it got picked up. The girls all wanted a pedicure and a manicure, what little or big girl wouldn't. But who does this? Me. I am not really complaining. I want all those things too and want to look good for the photo that will up on the fireplace mantel for the next how many years. But heck, I am a gardener and a mother of many so it takes alot of fixing to get to the looking good part, not to mention that I noticed that our dog whom I bought a new flea collar for 2 weeks ago was infested with fleas. I have spent most of my last day at home to rid the dog of fleas so he can spend the night at Jake's house. Jake has graciously loaned us his home for the event so we don't have to drive two hours home 2 nights in a row.

The good news is, PMS is over as of yesterday. Anyone who has PMS and has it bad knows what this can mean to any Event.

I never do my nails but am going to do them for the second time today because the flea stuff ruined my first manicure.

first blog

Today is a "making a go of it" day. With 8 kids at home, 90 degree heat, PMS and a son getting married in little more than a week, I am at my wits end. Some days I don't know why I adopted 10 kids, married a man with 3 kids and and let my two oldest kids grow up. There is so much to do and all I want to do is garden. I always have to be obsessed about something. If I don't obsess about my garden then I will obsess about whether my very sassy(during PMS I really can't stand sassy disrespectful kids) 10 year old who bit me twice last night will turn into a kind responsible adult. Obsessing about my child(he is one of the more functional of my adopted kids) will probably not turn him into a more successful adult. On the other hand obsessing about my garden will very likely make it more productive and beautiful. So as I say to my kids regularly "it's a no brainer choice".