Ok, so could ya'll be any more encouraging? Seriously? Reading through all of your comments was great and I so appreciate all you had to say. Thank you.
A few of you asked about the Francis Chan book I've been reading. It's called The Forgotten God and it's great. A study on the Holy Spirit. Highly recommend it. Next on my list is The Hole in the Gospel. And after that, I'm open to suggestions. What have ya'll read lately that you've loved, been encouraged by, been exhorted by? Please share.
And finally, Olivia's snake has a name. It took some time for her to decide but, in the end, she wrote them down on a piece of paper and chose the one that the snake slithered over first. I only wish I was kidding.
Thanks Big Mama for the suggestion - Oliver Twist is the winner.
And because you suggested such a fabulous name; a literary character, fitting for the reptile, and not at all a pseudonym for Satan (which I thought were hilarious but Olivia didn't really see the humor in), you'll receive a special little buddy of your own. If you get a package with holes in the box, open it quickly.
And for those of you wondering if we still have the other snake, the answer is 'unfortunately'.
If you haven't been keeping track because you actually have a life, let me give you our standing count of pets as of today.
Snake 1 - Oliver Twist
Snake 2 - Julius
Gerbil 1 - Cupcake (not a literary name, I know. We lost a bet and brought them home pre-named)
Gerbil 2 - Marshmallow (see above note)
Bearded Dragon 1 - Augustine
Beta Fish - Moby
Canine 1 - Scout
Seriously, can you understand why I have moments of sadness?
And, since you brought up our dog, Scout, let's talk about another low point in my New Year so far. We're calling it "the incident" and it happened the other day in my house with the dog and some clippers.
"The incident" was unfortunate. So unfortunate that Trey has asked more than once if I would please, not ever do it again. That says a lot because he barely even likes the dog (made that up, he loves her). His issue is that she's a Labradoodle and there's always the possibility of being asked at some sort of major sporting event what kind of dog he has. It's not the most manly sounding dog breed, I'll give him that.
I don't care what she's called, she barely sheds. You with me? Ok, but there is a tradeoff. She needs some grooming. Like brushing.
I barely can get my girls' hair brushed and frankly, I think dogs should be a little like a bar of soap. Barring any sort of mud frolicking, essentially self-cleaning. I don't groom her much so she mostly looks like this.
Loved. Adored. Petted profusely and allowed to sleep on the couch or momma's bed, but ugly.
But her hair had gotten out of hand. Like dreds and stuff. She needed a haircut and I was just the girl to do it. I mean, I certainly wasn't going to take her to some dog salon and, I've given a boy a buzz-cut, how hard could it be? Not so hard if she sat totally still for 45 minutes and the guards worked properly on the clippers.
She didn't. They didn't.
This picture doesn't even do it justice. She looks much worse and knows it. She's self-conscious and stuff now and she wouldn't even let me do her face or her legs so I can't let her go out front because the kids will run from her because she looks like she has the mange.
But that's not even the worst of it! I now have to take her into a groomer and have them fix it because she still has all these dreds and stuff hanging off of her body. People will be shielding their children's eyes as we walk by so they don't see the horror that is now my dog.
Plus, the snooty dog hair dresser (you know the type) is gonna look at me like I'm some sort of IDIOT who thought they could do the job in their garage with a pair of clippers from Big Lots (for the record, a quality set of clippers cannot be purchased at Big Lots). She'll probably even roll her eyes at me.
I totally deserve it. It's why there are licenses for such things.
So, wish me luck tomorrow...I'll let you know how it goes.
***EDITED THIS MORNING WHEN I CAME TO MY SENSES***
Ok, I made a few calls to some people who know things. Fixing Scout's bad cut will run me upwards of $80 American dollars because of her size (and I'm assuming ugliness but they didn't say that).
Since I don't spend that much on my own haircuts and my childrens' combined, Scout will just have to let it grow out naturally. Enduring the shame.
It's character building.
I bought her a bone.
Ya'll have a great weekend.