Tuesday, July 31, 2007
Saturday, July 28, 2007
Lately the blogging community has been writing about their pets, which warms the cockles of my heart. Not sure if that is a medical term but if there are cockles in my heart they would be plenty toasty. After reading this post and this one I felt that it would be pathetically remiss if I didn't write a testimonial to my sweet Sofie. So here I go...
Sofie came to us in 1999 at a very sad time in our lives, and I was looking for some lovin from the canine community. She had been left in a kennel outside of PAWS over the weekend, and when the staff brought her in they knew nothing about her, other than she was sweet, cute and flea-ridden. At the time I was a volunteer at Paws, and one of the workers tipped me off as to her presence. When I first saw her she was alone on a concrete floor in a huge kennel. She couldn't have weighed more than 8 pounds dripping wet.. and it was all she could do to lift her head off the floor to observe me, sort of drag herself over to the front of the cage and try to lick my nose through the bars. Whoa. She definately had me at hello.
I had to wait 7 days to adopt her because of the owners right to reclaim. She was adoptable at 12:00pm the next Saturday, and that day I camped out all morning making sure that no one else could beat me to her. Let me tell you that would have been one h*ll of a scene. But alas, she was destined to be ours, and she has been a blessing to our entire family. She is wonderful with all the kids in the neighborhood. Unfortunately, Sofies attributes seem to be more in the looks department than in the brains department. She is just plain not very bright, and I often have to save her from herself. She is completely deaf and we have worked out a series of hand signals for "your food is ready", "time to go outside... for a walk.. for a ride, etc." Every night at the end of the day I gather my pillow and blanket, the remote, some hand lotion and my dog, and we watch TV together in the recliner. Sometimes I have to put her down though because she rotates between incessantly pushing my hand with her nose, or she'll just stare intently at my face for whatever dog reason she has. It scares me to be that loved... as I feel certain that if she really had a grasp on reality I'd disappoint her.
Sometimes when I'm spending quality time with her my thoughts stray back to a few other dogs I have known and loved. They have gracefully passed the baton to her, and although they are no longer part of this world, they live always and forever in my heart.
Monday, July 23, 2007
Yes, Dr. Sears and I go back a looonggg way. I have spent many nights alone with him as I struggled to conquer the latest toddler behavioral nightmare. He'll be thrilled to finally meet me. Tomorrow evening he is doing a talk on Family health and nutrition at the Best Western in Galesburg and will also sign books. I'm bringing all of mine and then doubling the price in the garage sale. Program begins at 7:00pm. If anyone wants to cop a ride with me give me a holler!
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
I'm putting all my parenting books in a garage sale. cheap. You know, I just don't need any more advice. From now on, I'm going with my gut. That is what always turns out to be right anyway. My Sister and I talk several times a week. She frequently seeks advice on parenting a toddler. Lately I notice my advice is always the same.. "Whats your gut?" Funny, but she always seems to have the right answer... she just doesn't trust her own intuition. From "Oprah" to "Dr. Phil" and 50 others just like it, talk shows are so quick to point out our shortcomings as parents and individuals...the cumulative effect is that we now continually question our own intuition and ability to do something as natural as parenting.
Why is it so important what the experts think? One time I was telling my Dad about the techniques we were using to curb our child's temper tantrums. I was so proud of myself, certain that I was sounding like a candidate for Mother of the Year. So here he is, a product of the depression, just rolling his eyes... "Isn't that just common sense, Diane"? That sure busted my sails but ya know, he was right.
We don't need experts telling us how to raise our kids! Once we have the first one figured out the theories are all blown to He** by the next one anyway. As I was pondering this whole post on the eliptical trainer yesterday, I thought it could even be fun to write a book. Solicit stories from parents that poo-poohed the experts, went with their gut, and sent their kids to Harvard. I even picked the name of the book... "Intuitive Parenting". Then on a whim, I googled my title. Damn, someone already beat me to it. Maybe its not such a foreign concept after all!
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
So to get this straight...ya bathe your childs circulatory system in cholesterol and ya get a toy. Hmmmm... tough decision. Felt kind of like a stick-up. Every time we go to McDonald's I swear it will be our last. If anyone sees me there again, please, just slap me!
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
Thursday, July 5, 2007
Tuesday, July 3, 2007
Here it is, compliments of your friendly neighborhood Public Health Department. A list of all of the smoke-free restaurants in Peoria County. I believe that it was something like a 3-1 margin that Peoria residents voted in support of a ban on smoking in public places. Well, if the same people want to talk with their wallets here is a list of the places who listened. Enjoy!