Fated to be defenseless in public places

I'm so frustrated; despite the fact that there is no one at home I'm walking around with a fake smile because I'm so antagonized. For the second time my concealed weapon permit application has been returned. I originally mailed it off with a personal check, not a cashiers' check as they requested. Today's mail just came and it has been returned again because the fingerprints are blurry. Honestly I didn't want to get my CWP. The class was interesting but I have no desire to carry a weapon on me and I don't think my reflexes (like those of an old, heavily medicated cat) would do anything to save me in a situation where I was threatened. I just don't think I was meant to have a permit. Oh well.

DISNEY!!!

The best thing about the trip to WDW was the fact that Shauna and I kept it a secret and Izzy had no clue at all. As we were driving to Animal Kingdom on Thursday morning we kept asking her to look at the signs and tell us what she thought we were doing. When she figured out we were going to Disney World, instead of having the gigantic head exploding freak out screaming moment we thought she would, she clasped her hands under her chin and said, "Oh, thank you so much! Thank you Mommy! Thank you! I always wanted to go to Disney World when I saw it on the TV! Thank you so much!"
Raising a grateful child: you're doing it right.

uugghhhh

I just realized that the dogs' last day at daycare was September 1st. This hasn't even been going on for a month, y'all. DAMN.

Probably won't even have the energy to shower.

I'm going to hate this semester. I just know it. I'm busy. Like, crazy busy. Like, cannot spend time with friends or family busy. John is busy at work. I can just tell we're going to be having "that" fight for basically the rest of 2010. John is wonderful at helping when he can see the value in something. However, when he doesn't, no amount of effort on my part will get him to give me any assistance. There aren't enough hours in the day to get done all the things I need to and I would really like it if he would help me walk the dogs. He doesn't think that it's a big deal. Logic, begging, fighting, pleading (including calling him crying when Bodhi pulled me down when she bolted because she was scared of a car on the road), NOTHING will get him to help me with the dogs on a regular basis. I refuse to have badly behaved dogs. They will get exercised. I just wish he could see it my way and, even if he didn't, I wish that he would acknowledge that it's important to me and help me with it, even if it's not important to him.
I know that he's a spoiled brat. Really, he is. I fully acknowledge that I play a large part in letting him live in a world where he doesn't have to clean up after himself or take responsibility for things that he doesn't like. I also know that, at this point, nothing I can do will change his mind. This has been a problem with us for over a month. I'm just done. I just want to either have more hours in the day to walk the dogs, clean the house, do my regular school work, work at my residency, and work on my thesis or have the money to have the dogs go back to daycare. I'm so drained. Thank God there's is an end in sight.

More muddy goodness

Love him so much, y'all.

MUD RUN!!!

I really need to clean more

John: Where do you want to put the shotgun in our bedroom?
Me: There's a shotgun in our bedroom?
John: Yeah, on the dresser.