I am going to attempt something. I am going to try very hard to make my kids happy. They really want me to do a funny post like I used to that doesn't involve "you know this really reminds me of (insert something spiritual). I was told that I am incapable of even talking about my dogs haircut without turning it into a spiritual lesson. Honestly I didn't know I was that good. hmmmm could I turn a haircut into something spiritual? Well. Probably ;0) I was told my blog has turned into a "bible." Um, yeah. No! That conversation did lead to a clarification on what the "small plates" means. I hope my kids get a kick out of reading about this when they are older because it is pretty funny even now.
So, on a completely analogy free note......Jordyn joined the school basketball team. She was really nervous about joining because a lot of the kids have been playing for years. I convinced her that didn't matter and she decided to give it a try. She told me the other day "joining basketball was the best decision of my life." She is really loving it. Most of the time she hasn't got a clue what is going on but she gives it her all and is all in. Shoot, I'm sitting in the stands and I don't know what is going on. There are whistles blowing all the time and I'm like "what now?" The problem with the teams is that they are 5th &6th grade. That is a pretty big difference at that age. You can tell by the height differences of the players. On Saturday we played a team that was mostly 6th graders and their parents were intense. I wanted to say "yeah, you're so tuff beating a bunch of 5th graders." What was funny was that their team kept trying to play dirty. Yes. At that age. Karma got them and they ended up with 2 players down because of knee injuries. Guess you shouldn't be trying to trip people! My daughter even noticed that both times the other team got hurt players it was when they were trying to hurt us, got hurt in the process, and then they started crying to cover up their dirty deeds. Cray cray.
She's having a ball (pun intended-wah wah) though and said that she can't wait for her braces to come off so that when she gets hit in the mouth with the ball it won't hurt as much. Oh sweet baby girl. I've been really surprised by her toughness because she was not this tough during ice skating lessons. She was always crying and hurt and cold and wanting to leave. Now she takes a ball to the face and keeps on going.
Now to the story that started this post. Watson. Watsipoo. Watsikins. His hair was getting pretty matted and full of dreadlocks. During the summer when his hair would dry faster it was tight little curls of cuteness. I had only ever cut his hair with scissors and bathed him myself. I wasn't sure what to tell a groomer so I never took him in. Well, he was looking pretty mangy so I decided to give it a try.
I thought I made myself clear. I don't like his super pink skin. If his hair is too short he will look like a pig. I don't want that. I guess wanting all the matting out took precedence over the other instructions. Nate and I had a temple shift to work at so I had no idea what was going on at the groomers. They called Emma to pick him up and she took Jordyn with her.
Emma saw him when she walked in but didn't know it was him. When the guy told her that was her dog Jordyn screeched "what?" and started busting up. Emma felt bad because she didn't want to offend the groomer. He brushed it off and teased Jordyn about making Watson feel bad about himself. I had instructed Emma to txt me a picture even though I couldn't see it until we were done with our shift. When we got out to the car and I saw it, I started busting up too. I had to take my own picture when we got home - you can see Nate in his suit in the background.
We laughed about how we no longer have to cut poo out of his bum hair and now we don't have to look at the pee stained hair on his belly either. It is much more sanitary to be sure. What is funny is that Jared likes the haircut. He said if he owned a dog, that's what it would look like and not the mangy thing we had up to that point. I guess that fits with his personality, but it's still funny to think of him with a foo foo groomed dog.
Well, I felt so bad for Watson because the winter is not the time to be trying out some super short haircut. What oh what could we do? I know! Get him an ugly christmas sweater! Buwahaha. The look on watson's face says it all. "Really lady? First the haircut and now this?" Nate thinks he is going to jump in front of a car to end his shame. I think he's adorable. Now all I need is a purse to carry him around in and the look will be complete! Poor watson looks like a poodle now instead of the manly dog he used to be.
OK. I made it pretty far through the post without making using an analogy or turning the ordinary into something spiritual. Pretty good job right? While I was getting groceries this morning I came across this little piece of nostalgia. As my kids would say "it got me in the childhood feels."
Here's where I'm going to go off the rails and disappoint my kids. Sorry guys. I just can't help myself. I shouldn't have read an article before sitting down to do this. It was a response post by a blogger talking about the medias reaction to polygamy and the church. The church just put out some information about it in a long line of outing itself on history. I always get myself into trouble when I start reading comments. Seriously I just wanted to go back to the store, buy the happy bubbles and scrub my brain after reading all that garbage. I feel sad for people who have left the church and are now fulfilling prophecy by being completely unable to leave the church alone. I know some may think they are on some mission to save people and some don't really care about saving anyone they are just out to destroy the church (there's lots written about the latter and the "traditions of their fathers"). The thing that made me wish for the happy bubbles the most was the use of the word "fact." Apparently I can say whatever I want. Fact. As long as that one word sentence is there after or before whatever I just said, well then......fact! To be fair, the comments using "fact" were in response to the authors use of the word. However, they were using what they considered facts as a counter. So....I don't know if you know this, I have wings and can fly. Fact! It's kinda fun. I think I'll give it a try the next time I'm in an argument. Then I'll go find my happy place in a tub full of bubbles and dream of a time when I had no clue what was going on in the world around me.
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