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Tonight I came home from work and put fresh sheets on the bed. And they smell like sunshine and Gain detergent. It’s getting cooler in my area and I put flannel sheets on.
Do you get enjoyment out of little things like that? Like the smell of something baking, or holding a puppy?
We get some pretty heavy duty rain in the fall which turns the yard into a muddy mess until it freezes. I have a doggy door which allows the dogs to come and go as they please. In our super muddy months I put down rugs, old flannel sheets and I have an interior gate that I close when they go out. When they come back in they spend a couple minutes IN the laundry room on absorbent things before they get to run free in the house again. My dogs are house dogs and total weather wimps……so locking them out is NOT a solution. ..lol
Other then what I’m doing now… and foot rinsing …has anyone come up with any super clever solutions to hold down those muddy tracks during the wet weather?
Added:
As the post states there are rugs by the doors. But…thanks.
Ohhh…. I do like the gravel idea a lot. There is lawn out there, but they have their routine dog trails cut in pretty deep. Thanks!
Legit:
Love both the mulching ideas too! Don’t know why I didn’t think of that.
The dogs do dance around on the rugs in the laundry room. They are boxers…they never hold still…lol They come back in all fired up and hop around waiting for me to come open the interior gate.
Ella
I feel pleasant as I shut my window and slip into my canopy bed. Swaddling myself in flannel sheets, I curl up into a ball and pull the plaid duvet over my head. My soft mattress swallows me as I melt and become one with the satin pillowcase. Night is a time of peacefulness, of rest, of relaxation. Night is an escape from the sharp reality of high school situations. I’ve always been the dreamer, the one who wanted to fly high. The one who has the potential to fly high. My thoughts float from scheme to scheme, constantly pondering the detail of everything. Inside my mind, I’m a very mean person. I create plans that could ruin the lives of those around me. Inside my mind, I am vengeful; in reality, I’m not. I can’t stand to watch others experience pain. My mom says that I’m just nice, and that nice people don’t have good high school experiences. Although, I don’t think I would consider my high school experience bad. I have a 4.5 GPA and am a 3 season varsity athlete, it’s just a question of the amount of fun I’m having.
My eyelids seal shut as my mind slips into a world of endless possibilities, a world without stress or situations to handle. A world that is a blank slate waiting to be written at the hands of my whims. My limp body melds with the tent of blankets and…
Clouds of magenta fog surround me as I clasp a soft, masculine hand. I see his wispy silhouette through the mist. My heart starts to throb as an internal fire flushes throughout my entire body. Panels of blue silk fall from the sky and billow to the ground. I can see only his eyes as he steps forward to embrace me. Whether it was from the alcohol of earlier that night or my own general personality, a sort of loopy romanticism washes over me as I feel him kiss my forehead.
I wriggle happily and roll over to my left, when a heavy thump of great force on the bed breaks my slumber. I hear a spring break upon impact and by reflex immediately sit up. I see a dark figure making sharp, indecisive movements next to the edge of my bed, torn between me and the window of escape. Although it is only a few moments, a few ticks of the second hand on a clock, time slows down for the deciding moments of one’s life. More clearly and more memorable can a few important seconds be than the hours upon hours and days upon days in the scheme of our lives. And it only takes a moment for me to glimpse his face and know why he is here.
My wave of panicked adrenaline hasn’t even had time to arrive when his muscular left arm swings a large mallet towards the right side of my head.
this is a rough draft
the rest of the story is told from the point of view of her best friend who embarks on a quest to ensnare her killer
She is a healthy 3 3/4 lbs. dutch rabbit; on the feisty side.
Very clean, I line her cage with old flannel sheets. We play with her and hold her she is indoors in the family room. We feed her oat hay, OXBOW pellets, organic tiny carrots with tops, an ocassional raisin, a slice of fruit as a treat, baby greens salad. In the last three months this is the third pull. The first time I used cornstarch on the raw looking area. It healed and fur grew back. The second time I had to buy Biocaine and used it twice for seven days and it healed slowly; fur grew back and four days ago she started again. The only other animals at home are two finches and two love birds, so no fleas. What is it? She licks off anything I put on it, so we try to hold her for as long as we can whenever we treat the area. I wrote OXBOW because the first and second times I noticed a tiny twig from the oat stuck in her dewlap and she was running crazy, but they never answered. What can I do? Thanks.
I have flannel sheets on my bed, and then have warm PJ’s I wear. And a stocking cap. Funny I know, but my head gets cold. And I am in Ca. 
Big Woof-Thems is fighting words "cold blooded females"!! It is all relative to where you live. I did live in Kansas for a bit and it was very cold. Believe it or not we get cold weather here too. Just no snow at the beach. But the dampness can go clean through you.
Kicking sand in your face. ROTFL jk
I have a 1 year old BT, and over the weekend, it was rainy and a lot colder than normal. Saturday evening we went for a longer than normal walk after his dinner (I don’t know why I decided to do this), and I put his tshirt on him for the walk. All day Sunday he just slept. He ate his breakfast and dinner as normal, but he didn’t "inhale" it like he normally does. He had no desire to play at all on Sunday. Just wanted to get under a blanket and sleep.
This morning he still didn’t want to get out from under the flannel sheets, but he finally did to go potty and for breakfast. He’s now at home sleeping in his crate, and I’ll be going home at lunch to check on him in about an hour. Can I give him anything to make him feel better?
I know now that I probably should have had his sweater or even his parka on him, so I don’t need the ‘haters’ telling me what I did wrong. This is my first BT, and my other dogs had full coats where I didn’t have to worry about putting on a sweater or a jacket.
I live in So. California, so low 50′s is much colder than the usual 70′s +
Oh, and our puppy is the full meaning of the word ‘terrier’. He is very high energy and would play all day with the neighbor dog, if we let him.
Oh, and before you yell at me, I’m gay and I know people here actually know stuff.
I can’t sleep at night because I get VERY cold. Even though it’s 72 in my house, I cannot get warm at night. No windows or doors are open. I wear heavy pajamas (a pair of fleecy pants and an Underarmor long sleeve shirt and sweatshirt) with hunting socks and sometimes slippers, but I almost ALWAYS wake up at night because I am so cold. My head and hands are especially cold, even though I have flannel sheets on my bed with a down comforter and a heavy blanket.
What can I possibly do to stay warm at night? My hands and head are especially cold.
Nope, I’m not putting a space heater in my room. It was bad enough having one fire, I don’t need another one. I already eat a ton of iron.
my daughter began watching little einsteins the summer after she turned 4, and has absolutely loved them ever since…patiently for 3 years now we have waited and waited for them to come out with the birthday supplies…but they never did, she is now turning 7 and we are having her party in our backyard..and renting a bouncy house. she was going to have hannah montana decorations, and cake…but upon looking through the catalog of a birthday supply company we came across….little einstein birthday supplies…and she was heartbroken..she loves them..has the bookbag, and the lunch box, and I bought her a set of the flannel sheets for winter time that have stayed on her bed. she was upset however because she is afraid the kids will make fun of her..as she is afraid it might seem to babyish….what do you think? I’ve told her not to worry about the kids….and to choose what she wants..its her birthday…but I’m kinda of worried myself.
so what do you think? would it be babyish…or do other seven year olds like them?
i’ve looked on ebay, craigslist, other store sites. i can’t find black flannel sheets anywhere…do they even make them?
Ella
I feel pleasantly woozy as I shut my window and slip into my canopy bed. It’s nights like these when I remember why I am alive. Swaddling myself in flannel sheets, I curl up into a ball and pull the plaid duvet over my head. I can still smell the smoke in my hair from the bonfire. I am so relieved that my parents went out of town this weekend. My soft mattress swallows me as I melt and become one with the satin pillowcase. Night is a time of peacefulness, of rest, of relaxation. Night is an escape from the sharp reality of high school situations. I’ve always been the dreamer, the one who wanted to fly high. The one who has the potential to fly high. My thoughts continually float from scheme to scheme, constantly pondering the detail of everything. I can be a very mean person- in my head. I process plans that could ruin the lives of those around me. Inside my mind, I am vengeful; in reality, I’m not. I can’t stand to watch others experience pain. My mom says that I’m just nice, and that nice people don’t have good high school experiences. Although, I don’t think I would consider my high school experience bad. I have a 4.5 GPA and am a 3 season varsity athlete, it’s just a question of the amount of fun I’m having.
My eyelids seal shut as my mind slips into a world of endless possibilities, a world without stress or situations to handle. A world that is a blank slate waiting to be written at the hands of my whims. My limp body melds with the tent of blankets and…
Clouds of magenta fog surround me as I clasp a soft, masculine hand. I see his wispy silhouette through the mist. My heart starts to throb as an internal fire flushes throughout my entire body. Panels of blue silk fall from the sky and billow to the ground. I can see only his eyes as he steps forward to embrace me. Whether it was from the alcohol of earlier that night or my own general personality, a sort of loopy romanticism washes over me as I feel him kiss my forehead.
I wriggle happily and roll over to my left, when a heavy thump of great force on the bed breaks my slumber. I hear a spring break upon impact and by reflex immediately sit up. I see a dark figure making sharp, indecisive movements next to the edge of my bed, torn between me and the window of escape. Although it is only a few moments, a few ticks of the second hand on a clock, time slows down for the deciding moments of one’s life. More clearly and more memorable can a few important seconds be than the hours upon hours and days upon days in the scheme of our lives. And it only takes a moment for me to glimpse his face and know why he is here.
My wave of panicked adrenaline hasn’t even had time to arrive when his muscular left arm swings a large mallet towards the right side of my head. The last thing I hear is a shrill shriek whose owner is unbeknownst to me.
Jennifer
Mundane would probably be the perfect word to describe my life right now. Sit, sleep, eat, work: life in prison isn’t very exciting. Not to mention trying to do all these things, which is just as difficult. Working in the prison speaks for itself, I don’t quite think anyone finds kitchen duty exciting. Eating is difficult, because of the quality of the food we’re given. If I ever leave here, remind me never to eat another oyster, glass of grape juice, or stick of beef jerky. I’ve had enough of those to last a lifetime. Sleeping isn’t even a time for relaxation, because the makeshift beds do no justice to the rigid floor upon which we (as in, us inmates) live.
My new lifestyle, however boring it is, is very contrasting to that of my old town, Ridgestone. A small town with large houses, one could barely walk down the street without recognizing nine out of the ten people that they passed. The only form of entertainment other than parties where people drunk their parent’s alcohol was to sit at Starbucks and drink exciting caffeinated beverages. Even in comparison to Ridgestone, mundane would certainly be the perfect word to describe my life right now. Ever noticed how mundane events or rituals are always preceded by exciting ones? For example, think back to your first day of kindergarten. Remember how excited you were, with your new backpack, your new teacher, and all of your new friends? That first day of kindergarten began a long stretch of monotony that would end on Graduation Day, senior year.
Senior year was supposed to be my year, my time to shine. I know it’s very clichéd, but I always imagined myself at prom, surrounded by a gorgeous boyfriend and my best friends.
It’s almost comical how wrong I was. Now I’m confined to a jail cell, with no close friends and only prison-guards to keep me company. No dancing and dresses either. I am a 17 year old in jail because I was convicted of killing my best friend the summer before senior year.
I writhe under the scratchy blanket. Luxurious is no word to portray the clammy and musty box that I live in. It’s always
and she is not eating. I have her in a bedroom with a crate and soft flannel sheets in it. She has obviously a lot of fleas judging from the flea dirt. At what point do I get worried and take her to the vet. She has open access to kitten food and water constantly and a very quiet environmenet. The kittens are not crying but I cannot see that she is eating very much at all. She is spotting a little too. Could this be anemia?
She is a feral mama. I will take her to the vet tomorrow. I was told that I can only flea comb the babies b/c it is not safe to bathe them with anything yet as they are only 3 days old (6 of them) She will be going to SPCA for spaying but not until 5 weeks from now. She is quite young and not sure she can nurse 6 kittens at her skinny weight.
I don’t think I should put frontline on her as she is nursing. I cannot bathe her b/c she is feral, from the neighborhood unfort.
I am changing flannel sheets daily and washing in hot water.
Thanks guys. kittens are not screaming yet, but I will take them all to the vet if I can get appt tomorrow.
We are trying to get my daughter to sleep in her own crib and have been doing so for almost 3 months (She is almost 9 months old now). I feel like I have tried everything to get her to sleep in her crib without letting her cry, so I don’t know where to go from here and her doctor says that CIO is the only way we’re going to get her out of our bed. I have reached the very limits of my patience with being hit and kicked all night long – I have bruises all over me and a fat lip this morning from being hit, not to mention that I am severely anemic and so exhausted I don’t feel like it’s safe for me to sleep with my daughter right now.
We have tried to put her in a co-sleeper attached to our bed. She cried as soon as she was set into it. If we put her in it after she was really out, she would sleep in it for a maximum of 15 minutes before she would wake up screaming again and need to go through the whole process of nursing to sleep, waiting 20 minutes for her to get deeply asleep and then moving her again. We tried sleeping with her sheets for a few days so they would smell like our bed. We tried flannel sheets that weren’t cold, and we tried putting a water bottle in her bed. We have also tried all of these things in her crib. We have tried to give her a mobile to distract her and help her fall asleep – even if she loves the mobile during the day, it does not soothe her if she is laying down. We have tried giving her a transitional object – a small toy that she only gets to cuddle with while we are nursing to sleep. She also does not care about that once she is laying down. We have tried singing the same lullaby to her when she is nursing to sleep so she would associate it with napping and then sang it to her when we put her in her bed. We have also played music in the same way. We have 2 10-15 minute play times in the crib during the day where we put some of her toys in and let her play – she has no problem with playing in the crib as long as she is sitting up. We have a very consistent bedtime routine that we follow every night.
Our results have been exactly the same every time we try to put her to bed – she screams inconsolably and refuses to be settled back down until she comes into our bed and nurses (sometimes not even that settles her down for a while). We have tried patting her back in her bed to help her fall asleep, and it has not worked. We have tried rocking her until she is almost asleep and then putting her back in bed, and as soon as you make one step toward the crib, she is crying again. We have repeated these steps dozens of times in a night and she does not get over it and just go to sleep. At this point, if she even thinks we are going to try to put her into her own bed, she is hysterical before she even gets there. It feels like she’s going to cry no matter what I do, so I am at a loss as to what else to try. I have no problem with her getting up 1, 2, 3 or more times a night and getting up to take care of her, I just don’t want her in bed anymore (she is only waking up once per night to nurse, but the rest of the time she is just thrashing). Does anyone have any other suggestions???
Also- she won’t take a pacifier, so that’s out as well.
For the record, we have been using the no cry sleep solution for 3 months, and it has not made one bit of difference in her going into her own bed. We have tried every age-appropriate suggestion in the book. We also don’t have a room that we could baby-proof well enough that I would be comfortable with leaving her in there by herself without a crib.
Sometimes I get excited over a deal because of the current price versus the original price. Like I bought a sheet set that was originally "worth" for , and a winter decoration originally "worth" for …however, I have never seen flannel sheets sets (that aren’t a big name brand) actually cost and I looked up this winter decoration online, and it said it was originally worth (instead of )…so what do you make of the original retail values they come up with in retail stores?
I don’t think its bed bugs, since I haven’t seen any evidence. There are tiny little red flecks on my sheets and mattress, but I think they come from my red flannel sheets. The "bites" don’t react until after my morning shower. There isn’t usually more than one, and it looks just like a mosquito bite, except slightly larger and itches much more. I also only get bitten on the hands, arms, and shoulders, parts that are exposed while I sleep. It’s been happening now for about 2 months. I keep a clean place and haven’t done any traveling. If it is bed bugs, how can i get conclusive proof, and if it isn’t bed bugs what is it?
I decided how I want to re-do my room and I want everyones opinion!
WALLS:
Lilac with thin black ribbons in a diamond/criss-cross design.Where the ribbon meets I want to put a mirrored square.I only want the ribbons on one wall though.
BED:
I want to get a twin daybed and pad it.Then cover it with a dark purple or white fabric so Its kind of like a sofa/bed.
Bedding:
Faux Mink Duvet.
White flannel sheets[i LOVE flannel for the winter time]
A white heating blanket[it gets cold where I live]
A Bunch of throw pillows in black,white,and all shades of purple on the bed.
What do you think?
Oh and this bedroom is for a teen girl