He Who Climbs the Fence

It’s a bird, it’s a plane, its… wait it’s not superman… I thought he was the only one capable of leaping tall structures in a single bound, but I was wrong. I have two wonderful dogs, a black lab named Jet, and a chocolate lab named Tonka. Jet is three years old and has been a resident of our household since he was eight weeks old. He is a field dog, which pretty much means he can never run out of energy… EVER. He would make the energizer bunny break down in tears! Anyway aside from being full of energy he is a total sweetheart. I mean he has his flaws… but who doesn't. Anyway he can’t stay in our house by himself, so he is banished to the backyard when we go into town. Poor Nanna! (wait… put down the phone. Don’t call the animal cops on me. I put water out for him and he gets fed twice a day, I promise! Plus you have to admit most dogs in the car at the store look really miserable, so really I'm doing him a favor.) Anyway we have a fenced portion of our yard where he and Tonka stay while we are away. This proved to be too short to keep the rascal in, so I added higher fencing to the previous structure. Overall the fence is over 5 feet tall, which seems taller than necessary… or so I thought. Apparently our dog was misnamed, we should have named him Superdog!!! Because he really is able to leap tall structures in a single bound. Actually Spiderdog might have been more appropriate, or Superspiderdog, because he jumps up and then climbs over the top portion of the fence. He can even climb out of his kennel if we leave the dog house in it. I love him to pieces, but he drives me crazy with his Houdini like impersonations. That’s it… we should have named him Houdini, the dog who can escape unlikely locations. Anyway if we don’t put him in the kennel before we leave he will be waiting for us in the front yard upon on arrival. If we didn’t live by a roaring highway I might be less inclined to be upset every time I see him out there. For now he has to go in the kennel whenever we leave, which makes him unhappy, but it is better than having him running wild. And this has been my amazing adventure with a dog who thinks he is Houdini.

Remiss

Sorry I have been neglecting my duties of entertaining all of you. Thankfully this means I only have to apologize to a few people since there are not many viewing my blog. For those of you who have been waiting for an update… prepare yourselves. I have started on a few posts that I never actually posted, so I will post them all now as a peace offering. Enjoy the new stories and I will try to update this more often! For now enjoy reading my latest Amazing Adventures! 

Who Wants a Clean House?

ME ME ME ME ME!!!! I want a clean house Niecy! I don’t live in the Los Angeles area, but boy oh boy I want a sparklingly organized house! The kind of house you walk in and are almost blinded by the twinkling of the cleanliness! I would love a house that is so organized that a complete stranger could walk in and find everything I had written down on a list. This would make me super happy! I mean our house is nice, really nice and believe me my mom works hard cleaning up after all of the tornadoes that constantly run through our house. With all the people living in our house, plus all of our guests our house can go from clean to… let’s say not so clean in a matter of moments. Well, it’s more like a couple of days, but it feels like only a brief moment.

Anyway, my mom and I have started in on our journey through a somewhat clutter home in search of a happy organized home, a stress free oasis, a relaxing getaway, a peaceful place to spend quality time with the family. In the episodes of Leave it to Beaver the family was always able to spend some quality time together in their lovely home without searching for backpacks, homework, car keys, dish towels, or fingernail clippers. I am not saying that my mother or anyone for that matter needs to be a slave to our house. I just want to organize it in a manner that will inspire others to keep their things pick up. There are signs in Idaho that say, “Idaho, too pretty to litter”. I would like people to feel that way about our home. Instead of throwing the dirty clothes on the floor I would love for them to take a look at their room and think, wow it’s too nice in here to just throw junk on the floor. Or be in the rec room and think it’s way too nice in here to leave candy wrappers on the piano. So here we go… off on another adventure! I’ll let you know how it goes. Grab a garbage bag and a giveaway box and join me on my next adventure. And this will be my amazing adventure for a clean and organized house!

Psychology of a Library

Taking courses at a community college can be quite the experience. One of the best things is that the students are incredibly diverse. I have taken classes at a community college as a junior in High School and sat next to a 57 year old in my pre-calc class. Needless to say Skagit Valley College encompasses many different nationalities, age groups, political parties, religions, and its fair share of loonies! This spring quarter I have spent many (almost every) weekday afternoons in the library working away on homework and other endeavors, so I had my fair share of run-ins with many different students. I had been harassed for my vote by every student body representative running for office, mistaken for a student from a lab group, asked for assistance watering the plants, and my favorite sought after for psychiatric help. Apparently taking one quarter of Psychology 101 makes you a psychologist! I wish I would have known that before I wasted all my time on other classes. If I would have known a five credit class could guarantee me a full time occupation, I might have taken it early in my schooling.

Anyway one day I was headed out of the library and I was spotted carrying my psychology book by one of the previously mentioned loonies. This woman, who I’m guessing is around 35 years old walked over looked at my book and asked me, “Are you in a psychology class?” I thought she might be curious about if I liked the teacher I had, how hard the course-work is, and do I plan on further perusing a job in the field of psychology; so I answered yes. A word to the wise, never say you are taking psychology to a 25 year old woman with a scrunchie on top of her head wearing any type of cartoon character shirt! It is a bad idea! Pretend you can’t speak English, run away, hit them in the head with your text book, and do whatever it takes to GET AWAY!!! Make your escape, you’ll thank me later!

So I said yes and that apparently was the signal that I was open for business. Strange, I thought being a psychiatrist would look a little differently… you know a big office full of leather furniture and a chase for the patient to lay down on… or at least like Lucy’s stand in A Charlie Brown Christmas!

 But here I was with a psychology book which must mean trustworthy advice for life altering decisions could be received from me. She then went on to tell me some strange story about her life that resembled what I imagine a days of our lives episode. After about 5 minutes of her going on about how her boyfriend wasn’t really there for her and he isn’t emotionally supportive and all of her self-diagnosed disorders, I was about ready to fling myself off a building. I told her I was sorry about her relationship problems and I hope she is able to work through them and started walking out from the lobby area. Then she followed me. I was slightly disturbed that she was following me and I was afraid if I went to my car she would get in and try to come home with me. She asked me about one of her self-diagnosed problems and I could only bite my tongue. It was so ironic because earlier that day in my psychology class we had talked about psychological disorders and the misdiagnosis that people give themselves when the self-diagnosed. It was too funny. I finally escaped from the crazy and ran to my car.

That was my adventure with a crazy person in the library!