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Flying Poop

Yesterday was no different from any other day for our eldest daughter, she rose at 6 a.m., had a quick breakfast before getting ready for work. She doesn’t get dressed up for her job, its work boots, a bright orange shirt, and overalls. Her job for the summer? She cuts grass for the city using either a weed whacker or the cutter. She enjoys her job very much; she’s working outside in the fresh air, its physical labour which keep her in shape for soccer (she’s keeper).

There are a couple of issues she does have to deal with, first she is allergic to grass, trees, and outside ground mold but she has learned to deal with those allergies. Second issue, which I think is more of a problem, is dog poop.

There she is working away, and what does the weed whacker hit, not one but two bags of dog poop. Now there is flying dog poop, nowhere to run or get out-of-the-way, because it all happens in a quick second and her face is splatter with poop, lots of poop.

Dog poop

Dog poop in our backyard, which was picked up after taking this picture.

“Oh f***, where am I to get cleaned up?” There are no washrooms in this park. Ahh, she spots a puddle. That’s water from the sky, it must be better than the dog poop on her face. So there she is, splatter with dog poop, dipping the only Kleenex she can find in her pocket, washing her face. She dries her now somewhat cleaned face with her grass stained t-shirt and goes back to work.

Mom’s question: Why would someone take the time to put the dog poop in a bag, then toss it on the ground?

Daughter: “Mom, I don’t know, but this is why, when I see someone picking up after their dog, I take the time to say thank you.”

Why I don’t Vlog – I hate the sound of my voice

Years ago I worked on a helpline, answering the phone all day, directing people to the correct resource, and on more than one occasion, the sound of my voice was complimented. I would thank the person, but know deep down that the sound of my voice was actually horrible, I hated it, and had no idea why someone would think it was lovely.

The voice I hear in my head when I am speaking is completely different from the one I hear if I have listened to a tape I’ve made. My voice sounds deep, yet the voice on the tape is high-strung, squeaky, whiney, and any other negative adjective you can think of, which is why I don’t Vlog.

I have a YouTube channel where I’ve uploaded three videos, but it is not something I publicize. I had, well still have grandiose ideas of creating videos of me cooking/baking my favourite recipes. Again though, I am stalled by the sound of my voice. If you do visit my YouTube channel, you will find three videos, I personally love “Sitting On the loo”.

Yesterday middle child’s dog Bear was acting very silly, so I thought I would make a video of him, to send to my daughter. We are currently taking care of him while she is in spring school. Middle child didn’t think it would be fair for him to be locked up in the apartment all day, so she asked us to take care of him for six weeks. Thus the reason I made this video (try to ignore my voice):

The things we do for our kids

I was reading Ned Hickenson’s blog earlier today about That time I organized an escaped hamster posse, which made me think of the things we do for our kids. Now his daughter had a hamster, well mine had a rat, courtesy of my sister. This was a lab rat, so he really wasn’t used to being handled, and had a tendency to bite you if you weren’t careful. He preferred his cage over us and pizza crusts.

We had the rat for about a year or two, when he started to develop these nasty tumors on his skin. The first time I took him to the vet, I was told they could remove them but most likely the tumors would return, and then I would have to make a more serious decision. We decided to let the vet remove the tumors, and basically hoped for the best. Well it was a few months later, the tumors reappeared, and this time, there were lots, so a decision was made to put the poor guy asleep since there was no real treatment, and he was now pretty much covered with them.

Being a big suck though, I decided we would lie to our kids. Not my most proudest parenting moment, but I was just not ready to tell our two girls, mommy is having the rat killed put down. So I took the rat to the vet, and when I came home without him, I lied. For years this worked, the girls believed he had died naturally. Eventually though, I couldn’t keep listening to them tell a story that wasn’t true, so I sucked it up, and told them the truth. Surprisingly they weren’t mad that I had put himĀ asleep, I guess because they knew in their heart how ill he was, they were more upset that mom had lied.

Now there are parents out there right now, who are saying “OMG, how could you lie”. Well, I don’t have an answer, I just couldn’t tell them the truth at that moment.