One Day At A Time

The first time the dog ate people food, remember my story about the french toast. It was cute. Then she ate pumpkin pie. That was a little irritating, but still a little cute. Well....I have a new food story, and it's not cute.

I had just gotten out of the shower and headed down stairs. I reach the bottom of the stairs to find my husband looking worried with the kitchen rug rolled up in his hand and the dog in her cage. He looks at me and says, "We might have to take her to the vet!" Mind you it's already 7:00 p.m. and the vet office is not open on Sunday. I respond with, "Why? Tonight? What did she do now?" The hubby proceeds to tell me that the dog knocked a Pyrex casserole dish off of the stove and started eating the food that was in it!!! The dish shattered so she probably ate some glass!!!! I swear! My husband thinks she has a death wish or something. So, here I am spending my last personal day of the school year "watching" the dog and sifting through her poo looking for signs of blood. I called the emergency vet number and all they could tell me was feed her bread or pumpkin (HA HA HA, I guess she ate the pumpkin pies a little too soon!) and keep an eye on her and her poo. So, I've decided that this is not cute any more. Have any of you seen the show Dog Whisperer on the National Geographic channel? If you haven't you HAVE to watch it! Cesar Millan is AWESOME!!! I want him to come rehabilitate my dog and train me! Zoey isn't as bad as many of the dogs on the show, but man it's irritating. That and I think she think she's the pack leader. HA HA she's got another thing coming! There's only room for one queen bee-ach in this house and it ain't gonna be her!

After finishing this week, I don't think this my good day on Wednesday was a sign from God. I think I just had a really good day. Things at work are getting so crazy. We now have almost 25 certificate track students and only 2 teachers and the diploma track sp. ed. teachers don't really seem to want to help us out. It's very frustrating.

Thank you mom for your post! It made me think that I have been praying for strength every day, but haven't been praying for a solution or answer to my frustration and stress. I am going to definitely look for a new job. Maybe my answer will come if I'm offered a new job. But, like you said mom the answer may not be exactly what I want.

So, we all know how miserable I've been at work this school year. Everyday, same old crap. Yesterday morning and this morning while driving to work I prayed. Of course I didn't fold my hands, close my eyes, and bow my head, I was driving. But I did pray. I spoke to God and asked him to give me he strength and power to deal with my students today. And I have to say, today was a good day! I teach special education with the focus being life skills. Every Wednesday we take the kids out into the community to do something. Today we took them ice skating. It was great! It was so fun to watch the kids enjoy themselves and for them to see that their teachers aren't great at something, just like them. I did fall on my butt, good thing I have a lot of cushion. When I fell I think I put my arm out to catch myself and now my arm is a little sore. But the kids had a great time and there were no behavior problems. It was great! So, I'm wondering if this was a sign. God is so hard to read. I never know if it's a sign or not. The other teacher and I talked today after school. We discussed if today was a sign from God that we should stay there and teach at this school. I don't know. I guess I will have to wait and see what the next couple months bring.

Today was so good, that I'm not even upset that I was up at WI. It's all good. I still want to go and run! Maybe I have too much energy. Who knows?

Oh wait...I can't offer you any pie. MY DOG ATE IT!!! Every month my family and I do a family dinner and this past weekend was our Thanksgiving. After everyone left we had 4 pieces of pumpkin pie left. They were sitting on the table and you will never guess, even though I already told, what happened to them. That's right the darn dog ate them! Some day I just want to kill her. We never intentionally feed her people food. I guess we didn't learn our lesson after the french toast. Which by the way, we cleaned the entire house and did not find any more hidden french toast. Oh man the thought just crossed my mind, I hope she didn't hide any pumpkin pie. I guess if we start smelling something funny we'll know that she did. I'm just kidding. I don't think she hid any, I haven't found any remnants anywhere. Crazy crazy dog, but I love her!

For me anyway! For the past two months I've had a craving (no I'm not prego.) I have been feeling the need to go and run. This my friends is such a crazy idea, me, running, but I can't kick this feeling. I just want to go and run. There's no way in the world I could run very far, but I want to run. However, I'm afraid to run. Because of my MS my gate is all sorts of messed up and so is my running. I don't run "right" any more. I'm afraid if I run, I will trip and fall. It is very unnatural for me to crave running. I have never been a runner. Maybe it's because I have this awesome cousin who can run a half marathon, or another cousin who's a health/exercise guru, or because I have a mother who works out and jogs frequently, or maybe it's just that I am not getting enough exercise. With the day lights savings time it gets dark here at around 6 PM, so I can't go over to the walking trail unless I leave work immediately. Trust me, lately, I'd love to leave there, actually I'd love it even better if I didn't have to go. But, so is life and I have to put in extra hours to try and get my work done. I walked 4 times last week and I still have this urge to go run. I certainly am not understanding this unnatural urge. What is going on with me?

That is not a scream, that's the sound of me taking a deep breath of fresh air! This week so far, I've gone on three walks with the puppy. The walks are all 1.8 miles long. It's been so refreshing. Today we have no school. We get today off to observe Veteran's Day. I feel really good today knowing I have three days where I don't have to step foot in that building. I'm spending the day cleaning (and blogging of course). My family is coming over this weekend for our monthly family dinner. Well I should say most of my family. My youngest brother and his family aren't coming. I'm really not surprised. Although I am heart broken. To me it seems like they don't ever want to be around us or do things with us, especially if it means going out of their way. I live two hours away from my mom and brothers. I love my family and after my father died I've realized even more how important family is and wish he did to. So, anyway this wasn't the purpose of my post, to cry about my brother. We're going to do our Thanksgiving dinner and I'm so excited. I LOVE turkey, mashed potatoes, and stuffing. Oh, I can't wait! Make sure you hug, kiss, and/or thank your Veterans this weekend! They do and have done so much for us!

I'm not kidding she really does! The hubby cooked breakfast for us this past weekend. He always makes so much. We had 6 slices of french toast left over and he did use "normal" bread. He used Texas Toast bread. Yummy Yummy! Anyway, the left overs were sitting on top of the stove, I saw them, I swear! A little while after eating breakfast I walked into the kitchen and ALL 6 pieces were gone! The plate was there, but no french toast. I know the hubby didn't eat them so that only leave the puppy. She's crazy. So we assumed she ate all 6 pieces. The hubby and I were upstairs on the computers when she did this. After discovering this we made her come into the computer room with us. At 4 the hubby went down stair to watch the Colts get whooped by the Patriots and discovered on the love seat behind a pillow a piece of french toast! LOL The story doesn't end there. He decides to check the rest of the pillows and finds another one on the couch behind a pillow. She hid the french toast behind the pillows on the couch and love seat!!!! That's no stupid dog! Later that evening when I was getting ready for bed I picked up a blanket that was on the floor on my side of the bed and what do I find under it??? You've got it....another piece of french toast!!! We only found 3 so we're hoping she ate the other three. She must have really liked it that she hid three pieces of it. She thinks she's so sly. Too funny. She's really smart and I'm not just saying that because she's my dog!

Because I gained a pound this week. That puts my total weight loss at 19.3. Maybe I better wait to reward myself when I've lost a little more than 20. I don't think store appreciate customers who buy something, return it, buy it again, return it again. LOL. I'm not upset at all about this 1 pound gain. I'm sure if I didn't go for a walk yesterday it would have been more. Yesterday and today I took the puppy over to a trail near my house and walked. It was very nice. A little scary this evening though. It was just her and I and it was dark by the time we made it all the way around. It was only 6:30!!! I hate that! Oh well, I'm going try and make it over there again tomorrow. Happy Hump Day!

I was down this week. I was down 1.6. This puts me at losing 20.3! I've reached my 20 lb. mark! That's my second 10, I get a reward!!! WOOHOO! I was going to get myself a console and mirror to go next to my front door. Oh yeah, some therapy shopping! I can feel it now! I'm going to shop my heart out this weekend!
Also,things with the hubby are better. He finally admitted he bite off more than he could chew with going to school full time and working full time. He's going to drop two of his classes. We have also decided to start eating in the kitchen together instead of in front of the TV. We actually talk to eat other!

It's a strong word and it's used so loosely. Well, I'm gonna use it. I hate my job! I don't just hate it, but I H-A-T-E it! We run on trimesters (three 12 week periods) and the first one is two weeks away from ending. I'm happy about that, but dreading the next two trimester. I have no idea how I'm going to make it through. I so desperately need a new job. I'm scared though. What if I don't find one? What if no one calls me for an interview? What will the hubby and I do? It's so scary to have to find a new job. It's very sad that I have to even deal with what I have to deal with on a daily basis. If I even gave you a glimpse of what I have to deal with you'd be appalled! I wouldn't wish this job on my worst enemy! I'm amazed that I'm still losing weight with all this stress. I've caught myself stress eating. It's bad I know it and I know I shouldn't do it, but I can't help it. I HATE my job!