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No Puking Allowed at the Hodgepodge

So, the title of this post is a little strange, I’ll admit, but you’ll get it as you read on.  Joyce, thanks for posting the questions, as always!

1.  When were you last facing an ocean? Using just ONE word, describe how you felt as you faced that ocean.

I live fifteen minutes away from the ocean, so I can face it any day I want.  However, I will take myself back to the Alaskan cruise we went on nearly three summers ago.  There’s nothing quite like being on a ship with no land in sight.  If I were to select a word to describe how I felt out there, I’d have to say “minute.”  One realizes, when faced with endless miles of nothing but deep, blue water, how tiny one is and almost inconsequential in the grand scheme of things.  Oh sure, I know each life matters to God, but I am one of many, and while I am small in stature, I am also small in number when facing a vast ocean.

2.  What are three sounds you hate to hear?

I do not like the sound of someone throwing up, people cursing (a difficult thing to avoid working in a high school), and someone crying in pain.  Ugh.

3.  This question comes to you courtesy of some real life friends. Hi real life friends! When you shop for yourself, do you try everything on in the store before buying or do you buy, try on at home, and then return what you don’t like or what doesn’t fit?

I try on before I buy because I don’t want to make a return visit to a store.  I want to know something fits so I can put it away when I get home.

4.  February 26th is National Pistachio Day…are you a fan of the little green nut? Do you use them in cooking and baking or prefer to eat them right out of the shell?

I do like pistachios…straight out of the shell.  I’ve never cooked with them.  In fact, I rarely cook.  LOL

5.  When did you last have to compromise with someone?  Were you happy to reach the compromise or slightly irritated it was necessary?

It would be a toss-up.  The Mr. and I regularly compromise about where dinner is coming from at night.  We rotate food establishments because I don’t cook.

I also have to compromise daily with my students.  I’m learning which battles to pick, and quite honestly, many just aren’t worth the fight.  Certain things in my classroom are non-negotiable.  Others are less so.  Sometimes I’m happy, while other times I am not.  I am a control freak and would prefer that everyone do things MY way.  The reality is that life doesn’t work this way.  It’s been a hard lesson for me, but I’m slowly learning it.

6.  Have you ever written a letter to an elected official? Did you get a response?

I honestly do not think I have written a letter to an elected official.  I’d probably get some sort of form letter back.  Plus, I’d probably have nothing good to say to an elected official, so it’s best that I don’t say anything at all. 😉

7.  We ‘March’ into a new month at the end of this week…what’s something on your March calendar guaranteed to make you smile?

Two things are on my March calendar that will make me smile:  the arrival of my Chicklets for their respective Spring Breaks, and completion of my Reading Endorsement, which I plan on finishing within the next two weeks.  Oh wait.  There’s a third thing on my calendar:  my OWN Spring Break at the end of the month!

8.  My Random Thought

I wanted to update you on my fur baby, Aubie.

She had a rough few days, so we took her back to the vet, where she had an x-ray.  The x-ray did not show any cancer; however, the doctor could only take one picture because Aubie was in too much pain to extend her leg for a better shot of the shoulder area.  The vet is very concerned about how much worse she’s gotten since last Thursday.  Although she’s gained a couple of pounds, thanks to us mixing in wet food with the dry, her back legs are growing weaker because they are having to support the bulk of her weight.

I asked for and received stronger pain meds for her.  The first dose pretty much knocked her off her feet, and we cried as she seemed unable to get herself out of bed last night.  For the first time, she cried out in pain as we lifted her.  Once she got going, she was fine, but boy, was she stiff.  I read that one of the side effects of the medicine is dizziness and fatigue.  Poor girl.  She gave us quite the scare and was content to return to her bed after using the bathroom outside.

Regardless of whether she has an injury, bone cancer, or a nerve tumor, she hasn’t gotten better yet.

The Mr. and I have been in tears.  This is simply devastating to us.

We are praying, though…asking for wisdom about what comes next.  Hopefully, we will not have to make that dreaded decision.

Meanwhile, Chicky is making her way home on Friday.  Rooster may come home this weekend too.  He wants to see Chicky as well as spend time with Aubie.

The visit will be bittersweet.

Please hold us all in your prayers.  This is going to be a difficult couple of weeks, I fear, and I am so dreading it but, at the same time, leaning on the Lord for His strength.

Gambit snuggling up with Aubie…

The Tenderness of Animals

God’s design is amazing.

He left nothing to chance, including the way that living creatures respond to each other.

Take, for instance, the case of my fur babies.

As I mentioned on Wednesday in my Hodgepodge post, Aubie isn’t doing very well right now.

She’s thirteen years old and is losing her ability to hear.

She also began limping last weekend.

We took her to the vet on Thursday, and she confirmed that Aubie has already lost a great deal of muscle mass in the leg that she’s favoring.

We also discovered that she’s lost five pounds since her last visit in July.

That’s not good.

The doctor suspects that Aubie has either strained her leg or that she has bone cancer.

😦

We’re being cautious, though, and have begun giving her joint supplements and baby aspirin to relieve joint pain and inflammation.

If the limping isn’t better in two weeks, we will take her back for x-rays.  X-rays will determine if there’s any cancer in her body.

The Mr. and I are quite torn up about this.

We’ve had Aubie since Rooster was in kindergarten.

She and the kids have grown up together.

She represents a huge chunk of time in our lives.

One of the things are are doing to help her healing process is limiting her activity.

The way we are doing this is by moving her dog bed from one room to another.

This is where we’re seeing God’s design come into play.

When we put her bed in the living room, she gingerly got in.

The other dogs know that something is going on with her.  Loving her as they do, they want to be close to her.

The following are pictures I’ve taken over the last couple of days…

Look at Pele’s leg on her bed.  Poor Gambit.  He’s such a snuggler and just wants to be near her.

He crawled into bed with her this morning…

We would really appreciate your prayers for her.

We are absolutely heartbroken over what may be coming.

Our entire family is.

Aubie has claimed everyone’s hearts.

Grand Pooba and Coupon Queen took care of her for almost a year while we were building a house.  They fell in love with her.

During that time, Super Sis and her family fell in love with her too.  They decided to get a dog after watching their children interact with Aubie.

She’s been a role model for the other dogs in the house.

She’s been another mother to Pele and Gambit.

Molly hasn’t been so impressed with her, but they’re typical alpha dogs, so it’s understandable.

While we don’t know what future days hold for our precious Aubie, we do know that we’ll be keeping her as comfortable as we can and spoiling her rotten.

It’s the least we can do for everything she has given us over the years.

Bad Dog

These are two of my babies-  Pele (tan guy) and Gambit (always the snuggler).

They can look very sweet…

They kind of look a little lazy too.

They are two of the biggest ACTORS ever.

In fact, if there was an Emmy Award for best doggie actor, they would have to share…

Because this is what I came home to a couple of days ago…

Please note that the trail began at that bed they were so innocently sleeping on.

I turned around and saw this…

I was on the phone with Christina when I saw the mess, and I gasped in shock.  In fact, I’m fairly certain that she thought I’d found a dead body in my house.

I could hardly speak, except to say, “Oh my gosh.  Oh my gosh.”

At first, I didn’t know what they’d torn up.

Then, I looked over to one of my end tables and did not see the Auburn Alumni book that the Mr. had recently purchased, which he’d set on top of that table.

That book was thick.

I had no idea how much it had cost.

All I knew was that it wasn’t there any more.

I bent down and started going through the pieces of paper on the floor and found an advertisement for a store in Auburn.

This definitely wasn’t good.

I kept repeating, “Oh my gosh, oh my gosh” while Christina listened.

She’s well versed on animal mishaps.  She has a bunch of chickens, a bunch of dogs, and a few cats.  Oh yeah.  She also has a couple of hamsters or gerbils or something.

I started pacing around the living room.

And then I saw it.

THE BOOK.

Thank heavens!

When the Mr. got home that night, he told me that he’d come out of his bedroom that morning before work and had seen Pele sniffing the book.

He remembered that I’d warned him the night before about putting that book on the table.

He’d made the smart decision and moved the book to the dining room table…where the dogs could not get to it.

Phew!  Disaster averted.

Except for my poor magazines.

I know why the dogs are getting into things.

They are ticked off.

They are mad that the kids aren’t home, and they are mad that I spend so much time working.

I really must rectify this…

So that I can have my dogs return to this mode…

My Idea of a Break

Early on in the week, I set a goal for myself…

Write and turn in the second of three BIG lesson plans for the Reading Endorsement class I’m taking…

By Sunday.

This class ends on the 27th.

I want to finish early because I start my first ESOL class the first week of February, and I’d like to have one week when I don’t have ANY assignments due.

Thus, today, this has been my perch…

I know, from previous experience, that I do much better when I allow myself to take breaks.

What is sad, though, is what I’ve come to look forward to as a “break.”

It involves this…

For this reason…

It’s amazing how my perspective has changed over the years.

With four dogs, the amount of dog poop in the back yard is ridiculous.

It can, quite literally, “pile” up very quickly if not disposed of frequently.

This used to be my children’s responsibility but they escaped left for college, so that left the job to me.

The Mr. claims that he didn’t want any of the dogs originally, so he’s free from doing the dirty.

One other little factor has changed my perspective.

My beautiful new yard…

…that we paid oodles of money to have installed (and which you see the dogs scoping out for prime pooping spots).

Thus, on days such as today, when I’m stuck inside working on a long, tedious assignment, I find myself looking for a reason to take a break.

Forget Kit Kat’s little ditty…”Give me a break, give me a break, break me off a piece of that Kit Kat bar.”

Nope.

In my house, it’s, “Give me a break, give me a break, I need to go outside and scoop a pail of poo.”

It’s lame.

I know.

Consider yourself fortunate that I didn’t record my voice and insert it on this here classy blog.

😀

One Year Ago…

One year ago today, I decided to take my Molly for a walk.

We’d scarcely gotten down the road when an uncollared, skin-and-bones puppy ran up to us, friendly as could be.

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My neighbor stood outside and explained that he’d been allowing the puppy to sleep on his porch and had been feeding him, but that the puppy had not let anyone pet him.

I spoke a few words to the puppy and then proceeded to walk Molly around the neighborhood.

The little guy stuck with us and walked as if he were part of the family.

When I stopped, he stopped.  When I started up again, so did he.

The Mr. and Rooster came outside when we got home and admired the puppy’s markings.

He had tiger stripes, and being Auburn fans, we liked that.

The poor guy looked hungry, so we fixed him a bowl of food.

He gobbled it right down, along with a couple more bowls of food.

He also drank down a couple of bowls of water.

The evening promised to be cold, so we set up a pallet in the garage and turned on a light for him.

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We returned to the garage many times that night to check on him, and he looked up at us each time, wagged his tail, but stayed on the towel we’d set up for him.

In the morning, we fed him breakfast and took him to pee.   This was his first introduction to our other dogs.

Molly had already met him.

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Aubie and Pele were curious but accepted him immediately.

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To his credit, the puppy was docile and quickly rolled to his back…his act of submission.

We decided to take him to the vet to get him checked out.  He was healthy, but we’d found a tick, so the vet gave us a prescription for any kind of infection he might have and also administered one vaccine.

He was also checked for a microchip.  We figured someone, somewhere was missing him.  He didn’t have a chip though, so back home he went until the next day, when the local animal shelter would be open.

Our plan was to take him there, where a good home could be found for him.

We did, after all, already own three dogs.

Meanwhile, we’d begun allowing the puppy to stay inside.

He and Rooster quickly bonded, and we knew it would be difficult to tear them away from one another.

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The day after New Years, we loaded up the car and headed to the animal shelter.

It was closed, but a worker was there to feed the dogs.  He checked the puppy for a microchip but could not locate one.  He also explained that there was a dog fighting ring, and the dog had probably not performed well and was, thus, dropped off on the street.

The Mr., usually the tough one in the family, made an instant decision.

Honestly, I think he’d been waffling about what to do ever since he’d laid eyes on the little guy.

He gave the green light to keep the puppy, so we drove straight to the pet store and bought the puppy a collar and his own food bowl.

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He was officially ours.

We allowed Rooster to select the name, and we trucked ourselves back to the pet store and had “Gambit” etched on a name tag.

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Thus began our first year with our new puppy.

What a blessing this little guy has been.

To be sure, he’s wreaked havoc on the home.  The first day he was here by himself after we went back to work and Rooster went back to school, he tore up EVERYTHING in the living room, including a set of vertical blinds…

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One new crate later, and that problem was solved.

He has slept with one of us nearly every night that he’s been with us, and I must say that he is the BEST snuggler of all four dogs.

He wakes us up by laying his big head on our faces.

He has no regard for personal space.  Wherever you are, he thinks he should be as well.

He is smart, though, and eager to please.

It’s obvious that he was abused because he still shies away when he sees us wielding papers in our hands, despite our assurances that we’re not going to hit him.  We’ve never hit a dog.

He gives as much love as he gets, making our decision to keep him one of the most rewarding we’ve made in a while.

One year later, this little four-legged bundle of fur has brought nothing but love and joy to our family, and I can’t thank the Lord enough for putting us together.

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RIP Sweet Thor

Christmas seasons, for some reason, are tough on our itsy bitsy pets.

Yesterday, we said goodbye to Chicky’s dwarf hamster, Thor.

He was precious…so sweet and affectionate.

I pray that the Lord has a special place in heaven for beloved pets that have given much love and joy to their owners.

A Turtle, a Light Saber, and a Dog

Once upon a time, there was a dog named Gambit.

Gambit was a curious dog, always prone to mischief.

One day, while out exploring the world that consisted of his itsy bitsy back yard, he spied a turtle…

Poor little turtle.

There he was just minding his own business when, all of a sudden, some lanky hairy beast began to bark at him.

Fortunately for the turtle, there was a fair young (ahem) maiden living in the castle beside the yard, and when she heard the commotion, she ran out to the middle of the yard, chips and salsa in hand.  She was, after all, grabbing a quick bite of the delicious food she’d picked up from the local Mexican restaurant on the way home from work before heading back to the school to attend the homecoming bonfire.

As she ran to the back of the yard to investigate, she saw the defenseless turtle with one very agitated Gambit, who alternated between barking and snapping spells.

The fair maiden’s attempts to remove Gambit from the scene proved unsuccessful.

That is when she spied a secret weapon…

The light saber that some young Jedi-in-training had dropped over the fence.

Grabbing it (she now had chips, salsa, and a saber in hand), she jabbed the air in front of the dog.

Gambit looked at her…

And laughed in his barking sort of way…

Oh, but for shame.

That was no laughter coming from his mouth.

It was mockery.

The fair maiden attempted to chase the dog from the back fence.

The dog thought it was a game and always circled around, daring her to drop the chips while he was at it…

“Come a little closer, my dumb fair maiden owner,” he taunted before running the length of the yard at a speed that would break the world record…

The fair maiden grew angry and huffed into the house, setting down her chips and salsa before heading back out.

This was war.

A losing one, that is.

The dog wasn’t scared.

The fair maiden posed no threat as fair and slow she was.

She was a bit afraid, though, of stepping into dog poo and smearing it all over her sandals.  Thus, she was careful where she stepped.

She finally smartened up, put down the saber, and coaxed the dog in the way maidens always lure the male species to them…

By playing nice.

Oh, fear not, for it was all an act…one that worked brilliantly.

The dog ran away from the turtle and straight to the back door…

Where the fair maiden proceeded to give him a gently butt-whooping for not listening to her in the first place.

The battle had been won…temporarily.

The turtle earned another day to live.

And the fair maiden was finally able to eat her chips and salsa in peace.

And everyone lived happily ever after…

At least until Gambit had to go potty a few hours later…

Whatever Gave You That Idea?

Think I’ve had a busy couple of weeks?

Hmmm…maybe I should let the pictures do the talking.

Between lessons on Question-Answer Relationships (QAR)…using song lyrics to help get students interested and to simplify the question-making process…

I was beginning preparations for vocabulary lessons…ordering books on Amazon and doing some hard-core thinking about how to implement what I was learning…

I also received goodies I’d ordered from Kagan training I’d attended in August…

That vocabulary book you see in the picture above is AMAZING, so I spent a lot of time reading, digesting, thinking, and planning.

Meanwhile, I was having fun playing with my fancy new timer…

But wait!

In addition to new resources, toys, and teaching (after all, that’s what they pay me to do), I was also incorporating three new students into my mix and bemoaning the move (out-of-state) of one of my favorite students (his seat was quickly filled with one of the new students).

I gained three this week and lost three.

Strange.

But not altogether sad.

One of my classes is STILL presenting a lot of behavioral problems for me, so they have not seen a happy side of Mrs. AuburnChick in a while.

This does not please me, let me tell you.

I won’t say more except that my life this week was STRESSFUL.

Sigh.

Despite being up until 12:30 lesson planning every night, I did take breaks…

No, I didn’t get to buy these because the Mr. would not let me.  He claimed that the shoes looked like something a *cough* Alabama fan (aka GAG fan) would wear.

I really wish Bear Bryant had preferred ugly old purple or something (don’t tell my friend, Barbara, I said that).  heehee

The shoes stayed at Kohl’s.

I also had to prepare more goody bags for my football players…

After every outing, I returned home to lesson plan.

It’s my new routine.

Work, eat dinner, work, sleep.

That.

Is.

All.

I.

Do.

I did manage to squeeze in time to figure out how to connect my iPad to my Smartboard, via my desktop computer, through a program called Doceri…

That’s my iPad above, and below is a picture of the iPad and my Smartboard in the background!

The dogs are getting quite miffed at me, though, as I have had no energy to play.

They’ve taken matters into their own paws…

So, to answer to the question, “Why haven’t you been blogging much this week?” I’d have to respond with a, “Whatever gave you that idea?”

:::Yawn:::

While You Sit There Working…

…I was sitting here waiting…

…and waiting…

Gambit seriously thinks I need to stop working so much and play a little more.  I’m sure he’s right.

A New Member of the AuburnChick Family

When Chicky came home on Saturday, she brought along the newest member of the AuburnChick family…

Thor, my grand-hamster.

He’s actually a dwarf hamster, and Chicky and her roommate are his mommies.

Wait.

That kind of sounded bad.

Awww…you know what I meant.

Chicky has enjoyed him so much this summer.  She says he’s very low maintenance and doesn’t make much noise at night.

He is a bit daring, however, and likes to look over the edges of furniture.

Because he’s so squirmy, getting decent photos just doesn’t happen very easily.

As such, I took some video.

Enjoy!