When fingers aren't enough...

This just taken 10 minutes ago. I guess a good daddy would have tried to stop this. Me? I grab my cell phone.

When fingers just won't do. Twice the goods in half the time!

Letter to our cleaning service...

First of all, yes, we have a cleaning service. They come in twice a month and do all the crap that Allison and I hate to do...you know, clean. They clean the bathrooms, vaccuum, dust (sometimes), and generally straighten up.

A little background. We started using the service last year when my student loans got paid off. We looked into it and the service was less than what we were paying for the loans, so hell, we hadn't seen that money in 10 years, why not spend some of it to make our lives easier. This past Christmas Allison's mom paid for our service for all of 2007, which was a great surprise. It blew both of us out of the water.

Right off the bat I asked that they don't come in the middle of the day (between Noon and 2:30), because thats when Ian (and now Leah) nap. Well, lunch, storytime and THEN nap. One of the owners (it's a husband & wife who own the franchise) acknowledged my request and said it wasn't a problem. They listened for a week....

I then called and asked again. They didn't honor my request. I called the branch the following week and spoke to the WIFE. It worked for awhile, but after a few weeks they started showing up in the middle of the day, several times RIGHT as I was putting Ian and/or Leah down for a nap.

So I then told the cleaners themselves of my request. They were genuinely surprised, saying that the owners never told them of such a thing. Again after a few weeks they stopped honoring my request.

Today I came home at 12:30 from being out and about all morning and the cleaners were still here. Leah had been asleep for 10 minutes, so this was the breaking point as to whether she would transfer still asleep into the house. I drove around for 10 minutes and came back home and they were still here.

I was fucking fuming. So I parked in front of the house and just sat there while Leah proceded to wake up (unlike Ian, she'll wake up within 5 minutes of the car stopping). 10 minutes later the cleaners packed up their car and left. I fake smiled and waved to them.

Below is the letter that I just sent to them through their website...I changed the company and owners names to protect the ever-so-guilty....or at least not-so-innocent:

Dear Mr. & Mrs. Cockface,

I am sending you this comment through OurServiceBlowsMonkeyNuts's website because efforts to make this request via phone (and in person to the cleaners) apparently falls on deaf ears.

I have asked you, Mr. Fucktard, twice and once to Mrs. KnobGobbler on the phone about our request to NOT have service in the middle of the day (between Noon and 2:30pm).

At least twice since then, I have turned your cleaners away when they showed up around 1pm. The first time they seemed surprised, so I didn't blame them, but let them know of our request. The second time I just politely asked them to come back later in the day. Several more times I have come home after 12:30 and the cleaners were still at the house, so I needed to drive away.

The reason that this is such an issue for me (as I have probably told everybody that works in your branch) is that the middle of the day is when my kids nap. One sleeps okay in the car, but the other one doesn't, so I NEED them to both sleep in their beds to get a good nap. To be honest, the reason behind my request doesn't matter. What matters is that I made the request and was assured it wouldn't be a problem...but it is.

The only reason that I have not cancelled our service with you is because my Mother-In-Law paid for our service for 2007. We are happy with the cleaning job that you do, but it irritates the living daylights out of me to be ignored as I have been, when I have been told that my request is 'not a problem'.

Is the request a problem? If it is, please let me know and I will begin searching for another service for January. If it's not a problem, lets do what we have to to ensure that my request is fulfilled.

If we have to switch to another day besides Tuesday to make sure I don't get service in the middle of the day, that's fine. If we have to be the very first or very last client of the day, that's fine. Or anything in between, that's fine. I am simply requesting (for the last time) that the cleaners not be at my home betweein 12:00pm and 2:30pm on the scheduled day of service.

As I said, I like the service that you provide, but I have a VERY hard time believing that "the corporate office felt strongly that from the beginning, we have demonstrated the importance of caring for each and every client", as is stated on your website.

Mr. Donkeyballs and Mrs. Floppytits, please let's work together so we can maintain a long and happy business relationship.

Sincerely,

The Toddler Chasin', Diaper Changin' Maniac.

Ian's first major Injury!

I won't tell too much of the story, because Allison did over at http://dupreesgal.blogspot.com/.


But we went to Ian's Doctor yesterday because Ian still wasn't right with his arm. He agreed that it was something more than the Nursemaid's elbow diagnosed at the hospital. So today the kids and I went to the Children's Hospital to see the orthopedist.


Ian was WAY nervous beforehand, because all the doctors have made him move his arm and poked and prodded him. These doctors today were great, moving his arm as little as possible and were gentle with him. The Xray technician was a pro and kept Ian in a good mood throughout.


The Doctors concensus is that it could be a broken elbow (nondisplaced supracondylar fracture for you geeky types). But he couldn't really tell. And the only way to tell for sure is to put a cast on it, and check xrays again in 2 weeks to see if anything has healed.


So that is exactly what he did. Ian chose a color and the doctor wrapped up his arm. I was really nervous at first as to how Ian would take having a cast on....but of course he friggin loves it. Granted its only been a few hours, but he was showing EVERYONE in the hospital his new cast.


Now all I have to do is keep him away from sand and water for the next 2 weeks! We have an appointment to get it off and take some Xrays for the day we go down to the beach for our vacation, so it'll be perfect timing!!!



Allison also already posted the picture, but since I took it and this is MY territory, it's going up here too!!!

Camping trip recap

Last weekend Ian & I went with our friend Greg to a music festival in upstate NY (near Albany). It's a festival (Camp Creek!) that I've been to several times before, but never thought I would bring a kid to. I only say that because I was never in the mindset of bringing a kid there. But last time I went (about 2 years ago) I noticed they had a 'quiet' camping area for families and had activities for kids in the open field near the main stage.

I decided to take Ian this year because he digs live music and there would be plenty of kids to keep him occupied.

So last Friday we loaded our gear, hooked up the camper to my car, and set off for 3 days of fun! I went into it knowing I wouldn't actually 'see' much music and it was more about the experience of going there with Ian. And that's exactly how it turned out. We pulled onto the property where the festival was being held and Ian took immediately to the 'security' staff (bikers) and they even gave him a baseball glove while they searched our car and camper. (Normal procedure, they don't allow glass of any kind).

We find a spot in a field along the treeline to set up the camper and immediately Ian began playing with Nicole, a 5 year old next to us. After that point, it was hard keeping Ian by our camper because all he wanted to do was find Nicole or any other kid around.

All weekend all we did was play with toys, kids or walk around watching a band for a few minutes or taking a walk in the vending area. Below are some pictures from the weekend:

This is AniCorne Skywalker on friday evening. The sky opened up with a huge thunderstorm about 15 minutes after the camper was completely set up, so of course we had to break out Ian's new poncho (and no, we didn't go out in the thunderstorm, this was after the thunder and lightning passed:

This is Ian in his new Jerry shirt. I swear he's the one that picked it out, he loved the hand print on it!

This is Ian playing with his new lightsaber with his friends on Saturday evening. I wasn't keen on getting him any type of sword, but they were inexpensive enough and the kids were actually really careful about not hitting each other with them (for the most part!)

This is Ian Sunday morning exiting the camper in his new Tye Dye. He actually wanted to buy a hemp dress, but I convinced him that this might fit him better!

Prince Ian at the kids tent

Ian & his honeycakes gal pal, Nicole after not seeing each other for like, 45 minutes:

Duck & Cover

Duck & Cover? Why 'duck & cover', you may ask. Well, my dear friends, it's because it's raining. Oh, it ain't raining water though...that would be too easy and not blog-worthy. It's much worse than that.

Here in my happy little world, it's raining F-bombs. It's raining F-bombs like you can't even imagine. It's not a T-storm...its a great big F-storm. And this guy right here is getting all soaked.

I'll start this off by saying the past several weeks have been very hard on me. Both kids have honestly made me re-think my desire to stay home with them on a full-time basis. Ian with his continual bad behavior, not to mention towards some other kids. There used to be some sort of predictibility: Either he was hungry or tired, or it was usually with just the boys, or it was generally with smaller (18mo-2yrs) kids, or only being less than nice to kids he knows/is comfortable with. All that is out the window...he's randomly downright rotten to some children and it bugs the shit out of me. But I mean, c'mon, who wants to see their kid be a douche bag and be mean to people?

He also has a newfound love for dragging bedtime on longer and longer...his downright refusal to go to sleep is oh-such a joy! Fer chrisssakes, close your eyes, recharge your batteries and get ready to raise some more hell tomorrow morning!!!

And Leah with her desire to not let me do anything without holding her. In the beginning of the morning, she's okay playing with toys, but after she gets fed up with that, she is a total pain in the ass the rest of the day.

She won't tolerate toys for more than, say 2 minutes without emitting the most obnoxious/annoying whine/shrill I think I've ever heard....well, besides Ian not getting HIS way, but that is actually comical. Whenever he doesn't get something he wants, he immediately declares it as his 'favorite' thing or part of the day. Even if it's something he's never done before.

Allison thinks I'm crazy, but Leah is totally different with me than she is with her. She'll sit there and play nicely next to Allison for any stretch of time. But me? I play with her for awhile and then try to feed my firstborn? You would think I stuck a fork in her eye.

I think she'll become more easily distracted once she can eat solid foods and begin snacking on cheerios and other Godsends. Hey, honey, bored and can't have me? Here, eat something! Thats not leading her down the wrong path later in life, is it?

I know these are normal phases that the kids are going through, and it will pass. Knowing that helps me get through the days and weeks without pulling my (or the kids') hair out. It has been a rough patch, but overall, I know I got a good thing going being able to stay home with my kids.

I know that if I throw in the towel and go back to work right now, I WILL regret giving up on the opportunity to watch my kids grow up firsthand...Yeah, that and I will feel like a complete asshole for bailing on my kids when the going got tough. The kids just wear me down with watching Ian like a hawk because he's gonna bitch-slap some kid for not letting him go down the slide first...and Leah being pissed at me because I have to use two hands to punish Ian!

So here I am, sticking it out. Each day is a new day for the kids to piss me off...I mean each day is a new day for us to have fun together!!!!

Anyhoo, thats the backstory of why the past few weeks have been downright sucky for me. Now onto the direct result of my stretch of shitty weeks.

Apparently my brain filter has been malfunctioning recently, because Ian's new favorite word is fuckin'. Looking back, um, I know exactly where he has heard the word being used repeatedly, reinforcing it's position in his vocabulary.

I actually forget the first few times he said it. But Allison and I decided that we would just ignore it and let it run it's course. Because as you may know, Ian is the type of kid to just hammer on something if he knows he's not supposed to.

I'm sure you'd like a few examples as to how Ian uses that parent-cringing word:

This past Thursday we were leaving a friend's house and Leah's bib fell out of my backpack. Well, Ian noticed it as he was climbing into his carseat. He sat there, buckling himself in and said to me as I was putting Leah in the car: "Daddy, don't forget the fuckin' bib." He was even nice enough to point to it as he was saying it to show me where it was.

Later that day Ian was riding his bike in the driveway and got stuck on a little stick, so I gave him a little push. This is how Ian said 'thank you': Daddy, let go of my fuckin' back!.

Would you like more?

Just today, I was helping Ian open a gate at a playground. I was pretty sure that Ian didn't want assistance when he blurted out: Daddy, I can open it on my fuckin' own!

Let me tell you how it warms my heart to hear my firstborn, my own flesh and blood start a sentence in his own innocent little voice with "Daddy"....and to hear him end it with "on my fuckin' own".

OK, this is getting depressing, so only one more example...and this is probably the funniest one too. We were at a children's birthday party on Sunday (can ya just feel it now?) and Ian had an 'accident'. So Allison went up to the bathroom and changed him (he was already in a pull-up, so no big mess) and Allison started talking to him about going to the bathroom:

Allison: "Now Ian, when you have to go to the bathroom, when you have to pee or poop, where should you go?"

Ian: "On the fuckin' potty!"

She said she did her best at containing herself until she heard the father of the birthday boy outside the door burst out laughing.

Obviously our strategy of ignoring it isn't working...granted, it's only been a week or so, but that's long enough for me. I had a little chat with Ian the other day about that word and how its bad and daddy won't say it anymore and neither will Ian. I reprimand him when he says it, but will begin giving timeouts and make the punishments harsher until he learns its not worth saying anymore. I'm just cringing everytime he opens his mouth at the playground now.

Let me just tell you how I'm waiting with baited breath to hear Leah's first word.

Okay, thats enough for tonight. I'm tired, so I'm going to fuckin' bed.

Ians Party & the Boys Camping Trip

Allison already blogged about Ian's birthday, so I won't go into too much detail about it, besides what I promised: And thats watching Buzz Lightyear poop candy.

As you may or may not know, Ian is completely obsessed with the Toy Story characters. So we decided to throw Ian a "Buzz" party. Included in the Buzz Lightyear package that Allison ordered was a Buzz Pinata.

While everyone was eating, I hung up the pinata, which is Buzz Lightyear with his hands on his hips giving the funniest/creepiest ear-to-ear grin. Kinda like the big bowling pin at the kids fair, but since it was BUZZ, Ian looked beyond that.

I hung it in the garage since it was rainy and wet outside. After everyone ate, Allison wrangled up all the kids and brought them down to commence the Lightyear bashing. . Long story short, all the kids took turns whacking the hell out of the thing with no success. A few kids even slipped on the floor (because bubbles were spilt earlier which made part of the floor a little slick). After everyone had a turn or two, Allison called a ceasefire.

I didn't know this until this past winter, but these pre-made pinatas had an 'escape hatch', which is an alternative way of dumping the candy if you can't break it open. We never did pinatas as a kid, so this was news to me. Buzz's escape hatch happen to be on his, ahem, can.

Allison gleefully yanked those strings and Buzz's poopchute opened and out flowed all the goodness and joy of childhood. Some of the adults got a kick out of watching buzz dangle on the string and seeing tootsie rolls and such fall out of him. I didn't get a good picture of him shitting candy, but here is one of Ian taking a wack at him:




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As you may or may not know, we bought a pop-up camper last month. I've always loved camping and Allison, well, hasn't. I want to get the family into camping more so this was our compromise...we get to go camping and she gets a bed.

Well two weeks ago we got the opportunity to take the camper out for its inaugural trip. We meaning Ian and I. Allison had to go out of state for bridal shower (she's in the wedding) so she took Leah with her so Ian and I got a boys weekend to go on a brand new adventure.

Since I hadn't towed the camper since the day we brought it home, I made reservations for a "pull-though" campsite at a family campground not too far away. A pull-through site is exactly as it sounds, and it allows you to just, well, pull through and not worry about backing up and jockeying the camper into position. I chose to do that because I hadn't practiced backing up and parking, and didn't want to have to worry about it with just Ian and I.

Anyhoo, We left our house at 11am and arrived at Jellystone Park in Sturbridge, MA about 30min later. Once we got there, we saw that the pull through sites were pretty much just a grassy island right in front of the campground...there are dirt roads all around it and it's right next to the general store. Both the woman behind the desk and I agreed that a more secluded site would be better. I decided the hassle of having to back up was absolutely worth getting a safer, more relaxing site.

I'm proud to say that I actually did pretty well! I had to pull forward twice, once to start-over and once to straighten out. I also had to get out of the car to get another look at the site about halfway through the process, but other than that, I was all backed up and in position in about 5 minutes!

Of course Ian wanted to go exploring the minute we got there, but I wanted to get everything all set up as he was skipping his nap and I KNEW there would be no patience on his end (or mine!)later in the day. So I was able to get him to "help" me by dragging around the water container and hauling & stacking some Lynx levelers (plastic blocks used for leveling the camper). I never really got 'settled in', but rather just stored everything on one bunkend leaving the couch, dinette area and other bunkend available.

Once we were all settled in away we went! We went the playground for awhile, which was a whole 50' from our site. We also had the water-park about 50yds from where we were too. It wasn't much, just a big pool, jacuzzi, water slide and snack shop. But it was PLENTY enough for Ian to stay busy for a few hours. As long as he had his Nemo Fins (his floaties) he was good to go!

As I said, we were only a half hour away from home and it was thundering and raining there, but the sky was absolutely beautiful and clear by us. It was even HOT, maybe 85 degrees. Of course we had to take a break from the swimming to gobble up some ice cream. Ian couldn't wait to get back in the pool though!

I could tell that he was wearing down (he had no nap remember, and by this time it was probably 3:30), so we went back to the site, changed our clothes and went to go check out the rest of the campground. We saw a lake with a beach & another playground so we spent some time there and then we poked around the general store/game room/snack shack area. He met up with some new friends and they played and ran around for quite awhile.

I was getting hungry, so we went back and as I was preparing dinner, I let him watch a DVD to keep him stationary and in-sight/out of trouble. After dinner we went to the pavillion (next to the general store) to check out the band that was playing on the little stage there, as you know, Ian LOVES watching live music being played. They were a cheesy band, but perfect for the atmosphere.

Ian didn't eat much dinner, so he was saying that he was hungry. We walked down to the general store and since it was a 'special camping trip', I let him pick out what he wanted to eat. You ready for this? Potato Chips and Orange Juice. Let your taste buds contemplate that for a minute. Are you starting to get that juicy, salivating/tingling feeling in your mouth yet due to the completely unnatural and disgusting combination of those to things? BLECH! But he ate the bag and drank almost all of the juice. Hey man, whatever floats his boat!

After he had enough of the band (which was during setbreak), we went back to the campsite and finished the day and unwound with the rest of the DVD while I brewed a pot of coffee and read a magazine.

We all know that Ian is generally not a good sleeper. And we've only slept in the camper one night before this trip, so I was a bit concerned about how he would go to sleep, especially since I didn't want to lay down next to him. I tried explaining to him that i would be over at the table and even though he couldn't see me (I was going to shut the privacy curtains so the light wouldn't bother him), I would still be there.

Yeah, he couldn't care less. He just gave me a goodnight kiss, rolled over so his back was to me and was out in a record of about 4 seconds flat! So I just relaxed with a few cold ones enjoying the sounds & scenery.

We awoke around 6am to dead silence. It wasn't easy keeping Ian quiet, but I kept his chatting to a minimum by stuffing his face with some fresh berries, orange juice and a coloring book. I cooked a breakfast up for myself and while cleaning up I heard some thunder in the distance. We were going to stay the morning up until the 11am checkout time. But as we found out a few days before the trip is hella scared of thunder, so a packing up we did go!

He wanted to go play, but knew thunder was on the horizon so he was a little freaked out. So I put on another DVD to keep his mind preoccupied so I could pack up as quickly as possible The last thing I wanted to deal with was a freaked out toddler while I was packing up the camper.

So he watched his movie inside the camper until I was ready to take it down..I then plugged it into the socket on the outside and dragged the picnic table over next to it while I cranked it down.

When it was time to back my car up to the camper and hitch it back up, I let Ian sit in the passenger seat...a real treat for him! He loves playing in the car, but I downright detest it, so I never let him do it in my car. That way I was 100% sure where he was and didn't worry about running over him. He had a blast sitting in there with a "grown up's" seat belt!

I'm proud to say I completely packed up, broke camp, (including dumping our water from the sink) and was ready to pull away in about an hour and 15 minutes. Not too shabby for a first timer alone with a toddler!

And the icing on the cake was that JUST as we got onto the highway (about a 1/2 mile from the campground) it started to POUR!

The only downside is that since I was in a rush, I didn't get a chance to clean the dirt/mud/etc off the floor, but thats the way it goes.

But the bottom line is this: I had an absolute blast camping with Ian and can say that I am totally hooked on the pop-up! I just love all the amenities that it provides! I can't wait to go again with Allison and Leah so we can enjoy it as a family!

And coming in at #1....

Edit: Ok, so I'm still trying to figure out how this thing works. My 'intro' blog is right below this one, so you might want to skip this first one now and read the next one first...does that make sense? Wow, what a way to kick this thing off, eh?

I FOUND IT! This is my favorite blog that I wrote. It's from 10/17/06 and deals with an issue I had with a neighbor. Enjoy!

Fasten your seat belts, I'm about to rant. NC-17 Rated.
Current mood: predatory

I'm going to start off with a warning: All children, please avert your eyes and find another blog to read...this aint gonna be pretty. Besides you may see some words here that you may not understand the meaning now, but if repeated will elicit a reaction on your parents faces that you've never seen before. Or if you have a queasy stomach and don't like foul language, move on.

(Well, gee if that isn't a tempting statement for those underage or curious readers I don't know what is! And do you think someone would actually read that and say "okay, maybe I shouldn't keep reading".)

Okay, fuck that. I'm not going to get sidetracked this early. I'm gonna get right down to the nitty gritty right away. What the FUCK is wrong with people? I know that's a broad, generalized question but let me elaborate.

I got Ian down for a nap and go outside to get our mail. What did I encounter? A big, heaping, steaming, gloriously rancid pile of dogshit. Where is this magnificent specimen of canine ka-ka? On my fuckin' front lawn, right next to my fuckin' mailbox. I am so goddammed mad about this, i'm going to repeat that in caps (and then add some cute emoticons to emphasis my rage): ON MY FUCKIN' FRONT LAWN, RIGHT NEXT TO MY FUCKIN MAILBOX.! GGGRRRRRRRR

Okay, so I've found doggy doo-doo on my property before but it was not as blatant as this. For those that haven't been to my (now apparently) dog shit storage unit, we have our front lawn and then we own a little strip of grass off to the side. its about 6' deep and runs maybe 200' long. (Note: Thats just a guess as i'm too pissed off to think clearly.). Anyway, i've seen some there before while mowing the lawn. Gee, and I thought I was mad about that!

But for some reason, since it wasn't in my absolute front yard it didn't bother me so much. Maybe because I believed in the goodness of people and gave them the benefit of the doubt. Perhaps they thought that it was town property? Afterall, it does seem like no man's land, this little strip between the two properties.

But fuck that shit now. Now I know the real truth. Some freakin Assclown has the audacity to walk around and let their little pooch drop a deuce so fuckin' blatently on other people's property and not clean it up. Let me amend that....judging on the size of this fantastic pile of fecal matter, its no little pooch.

That brings me back to my original question. What the fuck is wrong with people?

I am so determined to find out who this is. And you all that know me....I know I talk a good game, but then will let shit roll off my back when push comes to shove. Not this fuckin' time. I am going to OB-FUCKIN-SESS about this until I find out which fuck-stick of a neighbor the offending crapper is. I swear on all that is liquid and alcoholic, I will ream them a new one once I find out.

How will I find out? I haven't a clue. Well, like I said, deductive reasoning tells me that it wasn't a little dog...so that rules out.....no one. shit. This might be harder than I thought. But I can tell you for sure who it wasn't. There's a guy on my block that has a pitbull. It wasn't him, because last summer he put signs on his front lawn saying "curb your dog". so it has happened to him too!!

Thats another fact that adds to the aggrivation. This knobgobbler has done it before! At least it means that they're not targeting me. But what it DOES mean is that this retarted cocksnacker is too lazy to bring a bag for his goliath when he (or she...lets not discriminate here!) walks it. And its not like they just forgot it just once! This is the 3rd time on my lawn and there's at least one other instance. TRIPLE FUCKING GRRRRRRRRR

Ok, so lets play devils advocate for a minute here. Maybe they were different offenders every time. Maybe every time it WAS someone else who actually happened to forget to bring a pooper scooper or baggie with them. What does it mean to the next person that allows it on my lawn?

Absolutely nothing.

This person is going to be the recipiant of such fury, they're going to need a pooper scooper for themselves. I swear to God I won't even be polite about it. Yeah, they're my neighbors but I don't care...I have realized that I don't need to be friends with everybody in the world. You allow your dog to shit on my yard and you don't clean it up? You deserve the proverbial boot up your ass. I don't want to be friends with you anyway, assmunch.

Okay, so lets take a step back and look at the situation. Someone allowed their horse to shit on my lawn (square on my lawn next to my fuckin' mailbox to boot).

Is it a big deal, i mean, honestly? No.

Will it kill me to take half a roll of paper towels and pick it up and throw it away? No. (and I say half a roll because guess what? It's raining. And dog shit doesn't get firmer and easier to pick up when it gets wet, now does it?)

Do I deal with poop on a daily basis, and doesn't in fact, as the famous book tells us, everybody poop? Yup.

So then why, praytell am I getting so worked up about this? Because some assholic cumdumpster in my neighborhood doesn't respect other people and their property...and this fucktard needs to be dealt with swiftly. And also because I can. I have no life, I have nothing else to do, so I need a little anger in my life. Besides, it makes for great blogging fodder.

So to you, Mr. "Here puppy, shit anywhere you want. It doesn't matter", I tell you this. I will find out who you are. And when I do, I promise I will make you cry. And God forbid not only do I find out WHO you are, but WHERE you LIVE? I'm making a special trip to White Castle just for you.

----Addendum Blog to one above-------

Addendum to rant Meri used a phrase in her comment that reminded me that I forgot to include something in my original rant.

That phrase is "responsible dog owner".

I forgot to say that in no way am I anti-dog, anti-dog owner, or even anti-dog crap. I grew up with dogs and we had dog crap ALL OVER the yard. I don't get all worked up when I go to someone's house now and there is dog crap in their yard. Why? Because they have a dog, it's their property & it just comes with the territory.

I'm all pissy about this because I do NOT have a dog and therefore should NOT have to deal with dog crap in MY yard!

I'm sure that was understood, but I just wanted to put it out there.

And no, no one has pooped on my lawn again yet. But yes, I am watching.