The Best Friend, The Worst Sibling…

Rylee and Belle are the best of friends. It doesn’t seem like one can go very far without the other following shortly behind. Anytime we leave the house “Bye, Belleee!” is always said followed by a wave and the occasional blow of a kiss. As soon as we turn onto our road, “Belle!!” is exclaimed as we reach the top of the hill. And, ‘nite nite’ time is never complete without Rylee yelling downstairs, “Belle, go to bed…Belle…BELLE! COME ON!”

BUT, let one of them want Mommy and Daddy time and peace no longer exists. Granted, Poor Belle always bears the grunt because she is such a good, loyal puppy. “MY MOMMY!! MY DADDY!” is often screamed from a red Rylee who is not in the best of moods. “NO BELLE. NOOOOOOOOOOOO!” is a furious response to Belle wanting Rylee attention (or anyone else’s for that matter) when Rylee is in a bad mood.

There is always eventually peace in the house, sometimes with a timid Belle wondering which mood Rylee is in; Always, she is a good puppy. Look at the pictures to see Rylee’s best friend, worst sibling.

Applied English Grammar

…may not sound like a difficult class, but unless you’ve had a lot of grammar knowledge up to this point, it is. I know more about verbs, sentence structures, adverbial phrases, and modifiers than I ever thought possible. I do enjoy the class, however. I’ve learned a lot about linguistic analysis and can’t read a simple book to Rylee without noticing things that apply. (Did you know that Dr. Seuss uses nouns, verbs, and adverbs as adjectives quite often? He does.) But, the most valuable thing I’ve learned from Dr. Stavick is that many things that have been taught to be wrong in previous English classes at all levels are indeed not wrong. They are just non-Standard English. Apparently, all this rule following we Americans do is not always needed. Amazing.

Oh. I finally passed a test in there. I made an 80 on my tree-diagramming test. YAY!!

Rival Week Scores…. Nuff Said

Happy Thanksgiving To ALL!

One of Those Days

Yes.  We all have them.  They are not necessarily plain horrible, but they always have their moments.  Today is one of those days.

First off, Tom is working on a Saturday which is normal, but always means Rylee is going to be saying “Daddy’s at work” and “When Daddy come home?” all day.

It also means a full day of just me and the ‘kids’.   Yes, Belle and Rylee.  When both parents are at home there is usually a calmness that surrounds the day, but when there is only me, it’s Dog & Daughter Mass Destruction Double Team time.  I feel as if I’m consistently chasing one or the other, or both in opposite directions.  It’s probably not much different than chasing around two kids, except well, Belle is really fast.

This morning seemed like it might actually be a nice relaxing day.  I got everything clean this morning: house, daughter, & dog.  I’m preparing lunch and hear, “Here Belle.”  Hopefully that was a dog toy.  Not my luck.  I come into the living room to find out what Rylee gave Belle to hear “No Belle!  Daddy’s phone!”  Yes, Rylee gave the dog Tom’s phone, which Belle decided to eat.  Yes, eat.  As frustrating as that was, once I found all the pieces I called Verizon to make  certain that our phone insurance would cover it.  And it would have, had Tom not canceled it a few months ago.  They did say I could reinstate it and wait 30 days.  Fine.  I checked Tom’s phone.  It still works.  It’s just missing part of it’s body.  (So feel free to call, not a problem)  It will be cosmetically better in 30 days.

While on the phone with Verizon Rylee was staring at the bird’s outside.  There was a mass of huge black birds outside and she wanted to go outside and watch them, which really means chase.  I’m up for that.  I thought I’d let Belle go potty and take the trash out at the same time.  Apparently, that was me wanting to do to much at once.  As soon as we were outside Rylee bolts to the left and Belle drags me to the right.  Still okay.  I try to open the trash can to throw the trash in, but Belle tugs so hard she pulls out of her collar.  No longer okay.  I have precious daughter running in the road to the left of the house and Belle running hard to the right towards a group of children who look terrified at the big Rottweiler running in their direction. I take off to the right while yelling at Rylee, who does the big girl thing and chase mommy.  I finally caught up with Belle at the intersection and she comes willingly, but then Rylee wants to take off running again.

I eventually got everyone in order and in the house.  So maybe it’s just one of those days  hours instead.