Don't Tread on Me

Free To Good Home

Unfortunately, my 1 yr old Great Dane has decided that he does not like my boyfriend. He is never aggressive toward anyone but him. He never quite forgave him for the reaction he got when he chewed up all his video games.

He is a beautiful Dane. House trained, neutered, good on a leash, great with my cousin's kids, the other dogs, the cats, and even the bunnies. So with a heavy heart, I must make a decision.

I must re-home my Boy Friend. I think I like the dog better. So...

One hot 25 yr old stud-muffin - free to good home. 6ft2, 190lbs. Weight trainer, runner. Very Flexible. Slightly neurotic, comes with additional baggage. Responds well to firm handling.

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If this is a true paper ad, then GOOD GIRL!!!! Men are replace-able! It might not always be easy, but it's not impossible either! Ha!

Jade is taking a trip with his Dad to golf up by Athabasca on Friday. I found out by accident. I wonder when he was going to tell me? How can he afford this when he keeps telling me how broke he is? S.O.B!

I'm not in a happy mood today at all. Maybe it's PMS. Maybe it's the fact that the person I do evening shores with at work likes to smoke and chat more than help with the chores. I was told today that if that happened again, I get to pull rank on her. There's something wrong with a person who can't perform an hour and a half worth of chores (less if we actually worked together!) without a smoke break. Or two. Once, she took three of them.

Damn, I work faster by myself.

I'm also stressing over the fact that the realtor my in-laws hired seems to be an idiot. Won't show us a home without a coffee, (Second Cup Coffee!) and he won't show us anything in the daytime. Last night he was supposed to show up around 18:00 - 18:30 to take us out to view acreages. He showed up at 19:30. We got lost twice finding the two places we were scheduled for. The last one was seen in the dark, so I have NO idea what the land looked like.

The in-laws are trying their best to get me something with a barn ... or room for it. Which is nice of them, because they don't care about my need for horses. Two figs is two figs too much. (If you don't understand, don't ask.)

So anyway, we always get home late ... which means I waste more sleep time trying to make myself something to eat, because I rushed through work, came home, changed and we ran out the door. At least I was smart last night - I took snacks. So when I came home, I had some raisin toast and left Jade to his own designs for supper.

Jade keeps asking me if I think I'll be happy with his parents. To tell the truth, I have no clue. It'll depend on the size of the house, I guess. I have no delusions that it'll be easy, and that we'll get along. In fact, I'm pretty sure that his mother and I will butt heads often. I'm not sure if I can really deal with all this, but I'm willing to try it. As long as Jade and I are on the same page about what's going on and what we expect out of all this, then I can do this. I just need to know that Jade has my back and that I'm not standing alone. I have no intentions of spending the next forty years fighting wit his mother because she thinks that I'm trying to take over. Right now it's just driving us nuts because she keeps trying to put us in the basement all the time - even when it's usually better for her limited movements to be there herself. Problem is, she sees the basement as a hole-in-the-ground-jail. Well, if it's so horrible and sub-standard, why is she trying to shove US into it?

Weird woman.

Just talked to Jade ... he's very much on my side. I'm still going to let him handle his mother though. So there.

I feel a bit better now.

Today's quote - "I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams." - William Butler Yeats

Sweet Dreams!