I'm basically blogging for the sake of it tonight. It has been a long time since my last post. I had a great birthday week. I received a beautiful bouquet of flowers from my students. I ate a delicious cupcake from my favorite bakery courtesy of Rhett. I got to go to a 3D, IMAX movie with my girlfriends. We had a fun trip to see my parents last weekend and we have a babysitter lined up for tomorrow so there will be many more birthday tidbits to come.

We finally get our snow day!

February 21

The winter brings a lot of birthdays in the Brewer home. Happy Birthday Rhett!

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You're Not My Friend

I've recently learned that a 3 1/2 year old likes to handle most rejections that come their way by saying, "Not Gonna Be Your Friend". I like the idea that all your problems in life could be solved with the response, "Not Gonna Be Your Friend".

Think about the simplicity of it

You don't get the promotion you want at work or you get a stupid job assignment. Give your superior a quick, "Not Gonna Be Your Friend".

Your spouse gives you a hard time about letting your papers pile up. Hey..."Not Gonna Be Your Friend".

The bank says you don't have enough money to buy the house of your dreams in Tarrytown. Well, "Not Gonna Be Your Friend Either"!

What I've realized about parenting and life maybe is just when you don't think you can take one more second, you get a reprieve. It has been a little difficult living with the second lady of the house lately. Just last night I was referencing Toddler 411 and How to Handle your 2-5 year old's Most Exacerbating Behavior for suggestions on some of the most recent behaviors that have made me strongly consider installing a margarita machine in my car.
Then tonight we had the loveliest evening together. I am thankful for the wonderful play and conversation we shared. Even if she wakes up tomorrow grumpier than ever it was nice to have a glimpse of what's on the other side.

Words for My First Love

While referencing my Great Dane book this morning, I came to the section titled The Life Span of Your Dane. The tears welled up when I read, "That your Dane, on average, may not live much past eight years old is a reality that you and your family must face..".

Benny is celebrating his 8th birthday this year. Everyone has seen the gray. I was just talking to some friends this week about it. Some how Benny has been transformed into an old dog and I didn't see it coming. I guess I haven't put it all together that he really is getting old. Like time may be coming to an end-old.

The past few days Benny has woken up crying and last night he was crying out in his sleep. Big dogs are known to have hip problems, joint pains, and arthritis. I'm hoping his discomfort is the onset of one of these big dog aliments and I can simply get him something to ease his pain.

Though he is such a pain in the ass I love him and so does Zozo. I'm just very sad today by the thought of him, in the not-so-far future, not being present to do the following: be in the way all the time, fart by my beside each night, or bark endlessly at the nothingness in the night. Oh-I forgot-leave dog hair all over everything I own and every person I created.

I have this line from Royal Tenembaums that sums up how I often feel about B. I don't think you're an asshole Royal, I just think your kinda a son-of-a-bitch.

Happy Birthday Henry