I’ve been hearing this term a LOT lately. We want a PET! When I was little, I had 2 turtles. My mom never told me they couldn’t eat chocolate so when I fed it to them, guess what happened? Yep, they died. I never had a pet again, even though I was only 5 at the time. We’ve had our share of fish in this house, which is the ONLY pet I’ll allow. Either won at the Fair or picked out of Walmart, the kids didn’t seem to mind which. They enjoyed their little friends. The last time we had fish, each child had their own and I think the youngest one was 2 years old. So that would make Bubba 3 at the time of the incident. Oh yes, there’s an incident! We took turns feeding the fish their little bit of fish food that they got. We then made sure to put the food high enough so no one would get into it. Except that one day. All I remember about that day was the blood curdling scream that came from the living room. I’m running to see what happened and just out of the corner of my eye, I see my son throwing the fish food container. He had dumped the WHOLE bottle into the tank. I couldn’t exactly scold him, as I was prolly the one to leave the bottle down but when he looked at me and said ” They were really hungry today” I about died laughing. Needless to say, the fish were all belly up the next day - we didn’t get more. I’m thinking I should’ve invested in one of those groovy fish feeders and skipped the flakes.

So last week I took my 9 year old, Jaymi, back to the Doctor for her allergy checkup. She’s had allergies, asthma and whatever else you can think of since birth. She’s pretty much a walking, talking Drugstore. She takes prescription allergy pills, a steroid inhaler, a steroid nose spray, an inhaler for emergency situations & allergy eye drops. She’s also a little overweight. Which I keep telling her is okay, cause I was the same way when I was her age. Her allergies have limited her ability to play outside on some days, her asthma has limited her as well. Needless to say, the kid gets perty miserable some days. So we go back to the Dr and what does she talk about? Getting her ‘pudge’ down. With all the meds shes on, she’s more able to be outside and not have an attack but the Dr still thinks we should invest in one of those treadmills.  She thinks by having one indoors, Jaym will be more able to get regular exercise.  I’m thinking NOT.  This will one more piece of furniture my spiderman-like son will scale on a regular basis.  I’ve discussed with Jaym what she thinks we should do - eat better proportions and limit, even more than we do, her snacking.  Dr doesn’t want her on a diet per say, but to stay the same weight for at least 6 months. Which will be hard.  I’m such a sucker when she cries cause she’s hungry and we’ve already had a snack. But I also do not want her to be one of those people that become morbidly obese on those shows you see on tv.  So maybe a treadmill would be good…for all of us.

So the fire of last year.  We’ve gone to hubby’s grandpa’s every year for the 4th since I’ve known him.  We have a picnic and then shoot fireworks.  It’s really nice too, since he lives outside our city, we never had to worry about getting in trouble for shooting them.  But that’s also part of the bad side.  Grandpa lives in front a field about 5 acres big - and if you remember, last year about this time was quite dry.  Well, hubby’s sister brought her family over from Nebraska for the holiday and we were enjoying the time together.  Said sister has a 13 year old son who was in high heaven with his Uncle, who loved shooting fireworks just as much as he did. They were shooting bottle rockets and one went astray.  Didn’t go up in the air, just kinda tipped over the pipe they were using and went straight into the field.  13 yr old turns around and says “Wouldn’t it be funny if it caught the field on fire?” at the same instant, my hubby looks out and sees smoke. FIRE.  Now keep in mind, this is a HUGE field, so Hubby, 13 yr old and 13 yr old’s step dad take off to be heroes.  The field was so dry, by the time they got out there, the flames were waist high.  No hose in any American household would’ve reached all the way out there, so these 3 men ran back and forth with bucket after bucket of water trying to put this thing out.  Of course in the meantime, all the kids are crying cause they think we have to stop shooting fireworks.  We’ve also called the Fire Dpt by this time and were working on keeping buckets filled up for the guys.  We did end up getting it out, before the Fire Dept even got there but the guys were pooped.  Hubby’s allergic to smoke and everything outside, so having to run back and forth in waist high field, didn’t help his allergies either.

Needless to say, last year was a riot.  We were not invited back to Grandpa’s this year either.

Can’t imagine why, LOL.

So tomorrow is the Fourth of July.  The day millions of Americans will spend their hard earned money on Fireworks.  Us included.  I’ve been over the thrill of Fireworks for so long, it’s not even funny.  But when you have kids, you still have to pretend.  We’re not going to hubby’s Grandpas house this year, after we set his field on fire last year, so we get to find a gravel road in the middle of nowhere and shoot our fireworks. Yay.  I was scheduled to work 6-10 but changed my hours thinking we were having our usual picnic with the In-Laws.  So now I work 10-2pm which won’t be so bad.

Hope everyone has a safe and Happy 4th of July!

There’s quite a few movies I’d like to see. Not that I’d go to the theater to watch them or anything, I can wait till they come out on DVD. There’s just something about theaters I can’t stand. Either it’s the theater rope or the fact that people have been doing God knows what in the seat before you that just doesn’t trip my trigger.  Ew.  My girls went to a sleepover for Girl Scouts at the theater and had to sleep on the floor…Triple EW.  Needless to say they didn’t sleep but can you even imagine how dirty nasty those floors are?