Instructions for Installing an Invisible Dog Fence

Step 1: Go to store and buy heavy gage wire so it is harder to cut with the lawn mower then the standard wire included in the dog fence kit.

Step 2: Rent a stump remover to dig a trench in the yard for the wire.

Step 3: Bury the wire in the trench while dogs try to dig it out. *Try not to murder dogs.

Step 4: Place flags around border of fence to train dogs.

Step 5: Put collars on both dogs.

Step 6: Laugh like crazy when sissy dog gets zapped in the family room because you did not run the wire correctly by the house.

Step 7: Work extra hard to desensitize the traumatized dog. *Good opportunity to feel bad now

Step 8: Give up. *This is so not going to happen.

Step 9: Weeks later, watch as the non-sissy dog pulls flags up from the ground while looking at you, mocking you for being so stupid.

Only a Little Bit Different

In fifth grade, a librarian took a piece of construction paper and placed it over my hands while I typed. To her it was an effective way to teach me how to type properly. I would close my eyes and place my first fingers on the F and J keys, feeling the raised lines. I feel a connection to individuals who are blind when i do that. Using my fingers to read. The thing is, the construction paper did not do what it was intended to do. I cheated. I looked under the paper when I could and found myself passing the typing tests without ever really learning to type.
It was frustrating to be nearly in high school and still be typing like a first grader. Keep in mind that I learned to type in the late '90s and computers were still fairly mysterious. my father, a Computer Engineer, brought home one of the first home computers. He let me play frogger or type out sentences with the green type on the black screen. he never placed a piece of construction paper over my fingers.
In the end I did learn how to type. I call it slant typing because it isn't the recommended method. I do not tap type (my nickname for typing with only your first fingers) but I slide my first and second fingers around while compensating with my third finger on my left hand when necessary and occasionally pressing with my pinky (only on my left hand). my thumbs press down on the space bar.
I sort of feel a bit victorious over the librarian who tried to teach me to type. I refused to follow her model and found my own way of doing things. My dad has asked me many of times why I insist on doing things the hard way. Usually I just shrug but I think the answer is that I don't intend on doing things the hard way. My brain just needs to begin the process itself. Meaning, I cant always picture things the way other people can. I need to start with the basics and put them together in a way that works for me. That is called ADD/ADHD

I Am Still Breathing

Sometimes there comes a point where I have nothing to say. This occurs most often when my tangible support system (friends, family, FB) is able to fulfill my current needs. The desire and need to take time to write on the internet is overshadowed by spending time with the people who love me. BUT, that doesn't mean that I don't have anything to say or that my writing has not and wont be therapeutic.

So therefore I will mention in passing some of the things that have been on my mind.

1. Even if I don't have health insurance right now, I am not sure if I support the proposed health care system.

2. For some reason I have been extra tired lately. Many possible reasons. None are a lack of sleep.

3. I am hungry. a lot. Probably more then required to fulfill my need to eat. not good.

What Would You Do?

What would you do with a kid with a major case of ADHD who is in his first year of college? He is failing out and will not be returning to college. His parents (and probably the school) are fed up with him. He stays up all night and sleeps all day. To your face, he will tell you all about his good intentions but then doesn't fallow through on anything. His parents don't want him home because he causes problems with the family and is generally disruptive. He drinks, most likely smokes pot, and resists authority. He bullshits the therapists, his family and friends. Just about everyone in his life has had enough. Yet, his family is scared that he will fail miserably if he leaves the house and has to fend for himself. He has been arrested twice, once for smoking pot and once for stealing a $1.25 candy bar from where he works.

If you have advice, somewhere that his family can turn to, anything to say, please please please comment.

Woe is me...

K has gone out of town.
My family is out of state.
FB is busy...and mad at me.
So what am I doing?
Sitting alone, watching TV...
and pouting.

Out Like a Lamb, My @#%

I cant believe that it is snowing and raining at the same time. These snowflakes are creeping me out. They are the size of cotton balls! I really could have used some sun today.

Los Pantalones

An awesome quote from Angela on the FOX show Bones...
"I dont care what happens in your pants, as long as it stays in your pants."