Sunday, November 22, 2009

The Farting Dog

The fiance and I spent the weekend at my parents house digging through (cleaning) my bedroom while my dad and older little brother were camping. My mom and I would like to turn it into a guest bedroom, but between all of my stuff and various things that she and others had tossed in there, it needed quite a bit of work. I gave myself three options: give away, trash, put away/box up/organize for later. It took all of Saturday and quite a bit of time today, but we managed to get it done. There is no way I'd have gotten through it without the fiance...he gave me the motivation when I was about ready to scream, and helped keep me on track. He even set up the frame for the bed my parents are going to put in there.

The weekend wasn't all work though. The fiance satiated our appetites with amazingly delicious meals: his special eggs (with veggies and meat mixed in), turkey wraps in whole wheat tortillas, amazing whole wheat pizza with a few special twists and buttermilk waffles with a touch of vanilla and cinnamon. We ate incredibly well, and my mom enjoyed the break from cooking. My grandparents were even able to join us for three meals, it was wonderful. :) My mom also rented The Proposal for us to watch Saturday night. What a great movie, we really enjoyed it. I definitely recommend it if you haven't yet seen it.

I'll leave you with the funniest story from the weekend. My parents' dog is pretty old (at least 14 years old) and she has what looks like doggie MS, she can move and stuff, but the nerves running to her back legs just aren't quite working properly. She's a Queensland though, so she's still eager to play and doesn't even seem to notice that she's having physical trouble. Since she was whining a lot Friday night and she and Kara weren't getting along very well this trip, we had moved her dog house upstairs to my mom's room for Saturday night. We were trying to get her upstairs (which she can still make on her own) but she just didn't seem to get that we were trying to get her up the stairs again. So for the second time that night I picked her up and carried her up the stairs. About 2/3's of the way up, she farted. (pretty sure I literally squeezed it out of her) My mom was a step or two behind me and was right in the firing zone there...and it stank. I forget her exact reaction, but I was laughing so hard I nearly dropped Angel. I managed to trip up the last two stairs and somehow managed to put the dog down gently without dropping her or hurting her before I ran into the wall at the top of the stairs. Luckily I got my hands out in front of me. It was a rather loud thud, I'm surprised I didn't wake up my little brother. I ended up sitting at the top of the stairs because I was laughing too hard to walk at this point. My mom got Angel into her house and we finally made it back downstairs, laughing the whole way down. I made it to right in front of the fiance (who witnessed the whole thing from downstairs) before I was on the floor again. There's something about ridiculous laughter that makes my legs and muscles not hold me up. I finally managed to stop laughing when the coughing started, but even that was kind of funny. (minus the part where I don't like feeling asthmatic) But it was by far the funniest story of the weekend.


3 comments:

Renie Burghardt said...

Hahaha! Well, Jaina, you got a lot accomplished and got some stinky belly laughs, too. Not bad!

Have a Happy Yhanksgiving!

Hugs,

Renie

Gramma Ann said...

Oh, your poor Mother! But, I'm afraid I would have laughed also. I wonder why we laugh so much about farts. After all they are a part of the natural way of things. ; )

I remember a fart story when I was dating my husband. I lived on a hill, so to get to my house we had to walk down the road. It was winter time and the road was snowed covered with a bit of ice shattered here and there. Well, Tony stepped on a bit of ice and fell and in the process left a fart. I laughed, even tho' I hadn't heard anything, but he thought I had. He said he was so embarrassed, because he thought I was laughing because I heard it. I was only laughing because he had fallen, which I shouldn't have laughed at someone else's misfortune, but, that's another things we tend to do, laugh when someone falls down. I have since learned not to laugh when someone falls down, at least not until I find out if they are alright.

Sounds like you got a lot of work done, and I'm sure your mother appreciates all the work you two accomplished. AND HE COOKS TOO!! ;)

Ann

Jaina said...

Renie-Haha, love the pun :) It was a good weekend.

Gramma Ann-It's true. LOVE your story, that is too funny. I laugh at myself when I fall/trip/run into something, it's only fair that you're an equal opportunity laugher ;)