Monday, September 28, 2009

Me? A dog person!?

I am not a dog person. Never was. When I was growing up my brother and sisters each had a dog of their own. The only type of dog I wanted was a Chihuahua. My Dad wouldn't get me one b.c. he says that they are not real dogs. In college I got one. That relationship lasted all of 2 weeks. So, when we got little Isaac a dog for his Birthday I thought I would tolerate her. Surprise Surprise it turns out I really like this dog! I pet her, play fetch with her, praise her, give her food and water. Things I said I would NEVER do until Isaac gets deployed. Lately, big Isaac has been taking her on runs. He makes it sound real easy, "Malaya and I went for a run. She's a really good dog. Makes me run faster." Well, tonight Isaac had to work from 6pm-6am. I was going for a walk so I thought 'why not take Malaya?' Can't be that hard right!? WRONG! The walk started out ok. I even figure out a way to hook up the leash to the stroller so that she could run ahead and help me pull the stroller ha ha. Then things started to go bad. She would try to run off in the grass and the whole time I am saying "no, sweetie come back on the trail!" And trying to balance the stroller so she doesn't pull it over. Then she starts to tangle the leash into the wheels of the stroller. So, every 100 ft I am stopping to untangle the leash. On one of the stops a couple comes back to help me. The little Asian wife says, "I hold dog for you." I tell her it's ok. I've done it plenty of times by now. She takes the dog from me. Ok, lady, I think to myself...whatever floats your boat. The next thing I know the lady is saying "whoa doggie.no you stay doggie". I look over my shoulder in time to see Malaya pulling the lady along the path. The lady has her feet planted and is sliding. Not good. I quickly untangle the leash and grab the dog back. Off we go again. More tangles. By the time I get home I am out of breath. From running, trying to get the dog to stay untangled, and keeping the stroller from tipping over. My wrist hurt, my shoulders ached, and my teeth hurt from grinding my teeth so certain words a 2 year old are not suppose to hear don't come flying out of my mouth. The really insane part is I am thinking about doing it again tomorrow!

Monday, September 7, 2009

Do you smell something burning!?


My awesome hubby has been redoing our lovely base housing cabinets. He is taking them from a really dark brown to white. However, he has had to sand the cabinets, wipe down the cabinets with linseed oil, prime them, and then paint them. He did one whole half of the kitchen 2 weeks ago. And today he decided to do the other half. So he sanded, wiped down the cabinets with linseed oil, then primed them. It was getting late and he was tired so we decided to sit and watch tv together. There he was sitting. And there I was sitting playing around with facebook when I smelt something. I mention it to Isaac and he tells me it's the paint fumes. I had been smelling paint fumes all day and I knew it wasn't that. A few more minutes pass. Something was odd and familiar about the smell....FIRE!!! I tell Isaac, "Something is on fire!!!" I think at that point he thought I was crazy but got up to check on things so I would leave him alone. I start sniffing the air and run to little Isaac's room. Not in there. I go to our room, the guest room, and the bathroom. Negative. So, I head to the kitchen. The smell was definitely coming from there. But the hubby and trash can are missing. I walk outside and there is smoke coming from our trash! What the heck!? This doesn't make any sense!!! We had eaten take out all day b.c. Isaac was busy redoing the cabinets. Really odd. Isaac, dumps the trash out and uses the fire extinguisher. I start pouring cups of water on it. Only the rags he used were on fire. So, I look up some info on linseed oil. Check this out....Linseed oil can polymerize and the reaction is exothermic, and rags soaked in it can ignite spontaneously. (from Wikipedia) Wow! Did we ever avert a disaster! The moral of this story is: Never put soaked linseed rags in the trash! It will catch on fire!!!