Thursday, March 8, 2012

Funnies ...

The kids were arguing.  Imagine that.  So I say to Sarah, "will you please be the peace maker?". 
She responds "Why do I need to be a peace maker?"

So I quote James, "the gift of righteousness is sown in the peace of those who make peace, so it seems that God grants righteousness to you if you are a peace maker."

Madelyn says, "We have to eat our peas?"

Guess whats on the menu tonight.

The Daisy Chronicles.

So as I mentioned in an earlier post, we got a puppy for Christmas.  We went and lost our Christmas minds and got a puppy.  SHE is the sole reason I haven't posted anything since.  I don't have the time to sit down without having to stop her from doing something she isn't supposed to be doing (i.e. chewing the banister, chewing the carpet, chewing the cabinets, chewing a HOLE IN THE MIDDLE OF OUR COUCH.)  I am really hoping that I don't end up with a "Marley and Me" sort of experience with this dog.  Basically, Im still just trying to like her.  The kids of course love her.  Steven says that he doesn't, but I know secretly he can't wait to come home and play with her everyday.  She absolutely adores him. 
She    adores    HIM.
Not the hand that feeds her.  Not the person who wipes her behind like an infant because she gets distracted by passing cars while she's doing her "business" and sits in it.  Not the person who takes her for walks and buys her toys. 
She adores him.

I've got to let that go.  Ive heard it said that dogs read your "energy" and feed off of it.  If you're stressed, they get stressed, if you're excited they get excited, blah blah blah.  I'm telling you right now, I don't care who says that dogs don't have human emotions, they absolutely do.  And I know this because my doggy doesn't get nervous or stressed when Im stressed.  SHE gets sassy the second I sit down to do something.  If Im up and about, she is naughty and gets in things, but it's when I sit to either eat lunch or read or do my bible study that she gets her sass on.  She looks at me and barks. 
Its not the cute bark, where the tail wags and they want to play.  No, this is a hair standing up on her back, head tilted to the side, all bowed up at me bark.  And what does she do when I stand up?  She runs.

Im getting furious just writing about it. 

She is totally being an adolescent brat, and I am clearly not ready for it.  Maybe this is God's way of preparing me for my daughters pre-teen years?            

Pray for me.

So if any of you who know and love me call me up in the middle of the day and catch a strange tone in my voice, please know that it isn't your fault that I sound like Im about to snap.
  It's Daisy's.