My first blog post!

Hi all and welcome to my first blog post. First of all let me say that I am not a writer. I am sure that I improperly use punctuation. Go ahead and judge me, I don't mind. I have decided to start a blog as a type of therapy for myself. Life In The Dryer will be about the things that make me happy or the things things that frustrate me. So a bit about me.... my name is Mandy, I have two entertaining children(Brycie-Boy is 5 and My-Randa is 11), a 100 pound dog (Bear) that poops when he get scared(and sadly it happens often), a little tiny shit of a dog (Coco) who thinks she is 100 pounds, and a smartass for a husband(me + smartass = love). With these five in my life I will always have a good story to tell. So lets get started!

A few days ago my daughter and I were the only ones home. The dogs needed to go outside so as normal I let them out the back door and then when I go to let them in My-Randa opens the front door for reasons unknown to me. Well low and behold Coco thinks I gotta get out front so I can go see who I can attack bails out the front door. So I scream oh no My-Randa go get her, at the same time I am shutting and locking the back door. We both run out the front to catch Coco and when we head back home the front door is "GASP" locked. Oh crap what do we do now? I go around to every window pull the screens off and try as I might to pry the damn things open to no avail. Bear hears me at all the windows and is crying because he is scared and does not know who is trying to get in the house to eat him or something. He is such a wuss but I still love him like he was a kid. So here stands My-Randa, Coco, and me on the porch in our pjs and no shoes.

All because we are so lucky my son had spent the night with Grandma who was at this point pulling in the driveway to drop him off. Yay for my Mom she gives us a ride to hubbys job(who by the way thinks this is the funniest shit ever) with dog and all to get a house key. An hour and a half after getting locked out I feel relief fall over me to be back in my nice cozy home and out of this damn heat. But OH NO OH NO.....BEAR! What have you done?!? In his fear induced state he can not hold his bowels. My living room rug is COVERED in 100 pound dog crap. Now normally this is hubbys job to clean it up when it happens, and it does happen about once a month but hubby is at work. So time for the gas mask and rubber gloves because I gotta clean it. I have a very week stomach and so does My-Randa so I make her go to her room while I clean because I don't want to have to clean up after she gets sick. But in the process I run to the bathroom and vomit. Like I said week stomach. I finally make it back to finish scrubbing the rug and get it all clean, yay me. That was a good two hours out of my day wasted and even though at the time I was fuming now I just think it was funny.