Yesterday morning = the morning from hell. Seriously. Monday morning around my house means very little. I mean hubby works from home and his job is pretty much 24/7 so there's no Monday. In fact, weekends are his busiest time so Monday kind of equals Wednesday for him or something vaguely resembling that analogy. Lu works retail so again no real Monday thing. Sean is home schooled and we don't really do set routines so we might work on whatever day starts our fancy. In fact, my foster son is the only one who has anything resembling a normal schedule (man, that has got suck monkey balls). So I don't dread Mondays at all. That does not stop Monday from messing with my head. It's like that thing that some religious people say "you may not believe in God, but he still believes in you" only replace "God" with "Monday" and "believes" with "hates".
First off, the cat wakes us up two minutes before my husbands alarm, by jumping on the nightstand and knocking all my crap (cell phone, books, glasses, lamp, clock) off of it. Then it takes forever to get hubby moving (it's the Monday curse). Which means that I am now awake which translates into "Shit. Now I have to pee." Then I look out the window and realize it snowed. And it's really cold in the house. So by the time I crawl back into bed, I'm shivering. Takes a minute to warm up and drift back off. Twenty minutes later, one of the cats is back and she's nuzzling my face. She gets a push and I pull the covers over my head. An hour later I can hear Hubby warming something up in the microwave. (Did I mention he's the 2nd noisiest person on the planet?) I glance at the clock and realize it's 7:30 and I listen. Nope. Noisiest person on the planet, aka foster son, aka Bobby is not up. I shiver my way into the kitchen to confront my husband.
Me: How come you didn't wake Bobby up? He has school! And it's going to take him extra drive time because it snowed?! I reminded you before you got out of bed!
Hubby: Relax, it's only 7. I have time.
Me: *walking backwards five steps to check the time on the thermostat* um. No. It's 7:30.
Hubby: Really? Wow I must have lost track of time. I'll go do it now.
I return to my warm cocoon, pondering how you lose track of time when you're watching one of those morning programs that has the time in the bottom left hand corner of your TV??! Then Bobby races upstairs, brushes his teeth, combs his hair, and slams out of the house in a whirlwind of very noisy activity. Would it kill that kid to shut the bathroom door in the morning?? Or not slam the front door?? I shake my head in frustration and drift back off...for twenty minutes. Then I awake to the sound of a cat digging their claws into the carpet in my bathroom. I lift my head. It's Axel. My insane cat. I go in and make her stop and realize that some kitty has decided to pee on the rug by the toilet. Gah!!! Earlier in the year, one of our kitties passed away from a kidney disease. But before she took her leave she managed to pee in various spots all over my carpeted house. I spent days cleaning carpets to get the smell out. I spent weeks shutting doors to keep the other kitties from those spots. We hadn't had a problem in months. Now, I know it wasn't Axel who committed the misdeed even though she was the one trying to cover it up. This cat is so anal about using the litter box that she wouldn't even use the one I set up for her in our family room when she was confined there with her kittens. She would paw the door to get out and go use the box downstairs. So I have no idea who the culprit is, but I'm pissed. And awake.
So I start to go to the kitchen for coffee, when I pass by my family room and realize some kitty has pooped on the throw rug in there. The hell??! I yell "who pooped in the family room??!" as though the responsible kitty would come forward. Sean (who is sitting in the family room on the computer and has quite obviously missed the pile of poop) turns around, spies it, and says "I was wondering why it smelled like ass in here! Oh, and I got an email that the IRS rejected my tax submission". Bloody Hell!! I get the stuff. I clean up the kitty potty messes. I glare balefully at every kitty I pass. I get coffee and head to the computer. The email says the IRS rejected the submission because the W-2 was not filled out correctly. The hell it wasn't! I log on to the freefile site and check. Yep. Filled in correctly. Stupid freakin bureaucrats. I think they just like to reject things for fun. So I redo and resend. Then I log into blogville and come up for air four hours later. Thankfully, Sean has brought me a bowl of cereal sometime in there.
Around this same time, Lulu finally drags herself out of bed. She, like her father, could sleep through the house burning down around them.
Me: Good morning princess sunshine! I'm about to make lunch. You want chicken salad or Tuna?
Lu: Tuna. It snowed.
Me: It's still snowing. The weatherman said it's just going to be flurries. No accumulation.
Lu: *looks out window again. Looks at me perplexed.*
Me: yeah, I know. Flurries on steroids. And there's an inch out there, Dad measured. It's just the latest in the Universe's attempt to send me a message.
Lu: *still looking perplexed, having slept through my horrible morning*
Me: It's been a screwed up horrible morning. I'm pretty sure the Universe was saying "Take some painkillers and go back to bed." But I don't like being told what to do, so I didn't. I fixed things. So there Universe! Take that. Flip off!!
Lu: you know you're really weird, right?
Me: *I grinned* Weird is a matter of perception.
Today was my husband's message from the universe in the form of snow drifted roads and the dishwasher backing up and overflowing all over the kitchen floor. He didn't take it lying down either. Up yours Universe. We do what we want.
♥Spot
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Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Monday, October 19, 2009
Me = Awesome
So it's Monday morning and I just discovered that I'm Awesome!! Well OK, I already knew I was awesome but now I have proof!! And you already knew I was awesome because you read my blogs. And my blogs just scream Awesome. Wait? What? You want to see proof?! What kind of people are you? Geez. Okay, here goes....
How I spent my Sunday (or the awesome adventures of me...)
First, I wrote my blog which wasn't all that awesome of a blog at first glance, but if you remark my usage of the word "nonplussed" as Mark so kindly did you will indeed see that it is awesome. Why? Because I used it correctly!! Woot woot. Because I'm awesome. And I know that I used it correctly, because on Jenny's blog today there was a link to this article- Nine Words That Don't Mean What You Think They Mean. And "nonplussed" is one of the words. Which could mean I'm just a nerd and incredibly geeky, but since it's my blog I'm going to go with it pointing to the fact that I'm awesome!
Then, I decided to play around on the computer and since Mo had asked me to set her up a blog site so that she could start blogging I decided to do that. And this is what the incredible genius that is me came up with- Life, Love and Luluness. It's very cute and very her and took hours to figure out! I did, however, get a "Thanks Mom! You're Awesome!" out of it. All that's left is for her to actually blog. Because I'm not doing that for her too!!!
After all of this awesomeness, I decided I needed a break. So Sean and I put on hoodies and headed outside for that walk! Now, I do have a chronic condition and walking very far is not something I can do anymore. Well, I can, but then I end up unable to walk that night and part of the next day. So we headed down our drive and to the cemetery that is across the road from out mailbox. I'd been wanting to take some photos of it anyway. So all in all it was a 1/2 mile walk and some traipsing in the cemetery. I know, not far, but enough to completely tighten one calf muscle and give my legs the jumpy twitches after I got home. But soooo worth it. I live in a beautiful spot and the weather, though windy, was awesome. And then I made a slide show of my photos!!
And if you made it through the whole thing- yay you! I played around with my editing software some. I think the photos came out well (because I'm awesome) even though I desperately need/want/better get a new camera. So that was my day of awesomeness. Oh and yes, I did make my family dinner, fold some laundry, and cuddle on the couch with my hubby for a bit. So I got those everyday tasks accomplished too. =] Why can't every day be Sunday??!
The only unawesome part of my day was when I asked my hubby to go down and play Laundry Room CSI for me because I was making his dinner and feeding the cats (who were circling my legs like a group of hungry sharks).
my hubby: (repeating my question rather incredulously) you want me to scoop the cat boxes?
Me: (staring back at him open mouthed) my gosh, you said that like I'd just asked you to cut your leg off!
my hubby: well, more like my left nut but whatever. (this is a guy who routinely has to dig up and fix the camp's septic systems. And clean latrines and shower houses. Is cat poop really that much grosser than human poop?? I think NOT!)
He did indeed scoop. But it may have been because I was waving my wooden spoon around rather wildly. I've been told I'm scary when I have the wooden spoon in my hand.
basking in my awesomeness (and yours),
♥Spot
First, I wrote my blog which wasn't all that awesome of a blog at first glance, but if you remark my usage of the word "nonplussed" as Mark so kindly did you will indeed see that it is awesome. Why? Because I used it correctly!! Woot woot. Because I'm awesome. And I know that I used it correctly, because on Jenny's blog today there was a link to this article- Nine Words That Don't Mean What You Think They Mean. And "nonplussed" is one of the words. Which could mean I'm just a nerd and incredibly geeky, but since it's my blog I'm going to go with it pointing to the fact that I'm awesome!
Then, I decided to play around on the computer and since Mo had asked me to set her up a blog site so that she could start blogging I decided to do that. And this is what the incredible genius that is me came up with- Life, Love and Luluness. It's very cute and very her and took hours to figure out! I did, however, get a "Thanks Mom! You're Awesome!" out of it. All that's left is for her to actually blog. Because I'm not doing that for her too!!!
After all of this awesomeness, I decided I needed a break. So Sean and I put on hoodies and headed outside for that walk! Now, I do have a chronic condition and walking very far is not something I can do anymore. Well, I can, but then I end up unable to walk that night and part of the next day. So we headed down our drive and to the cemetery that is across the road from out mailbox. I'd been wanting to take some photos of it anyway. So all in all it was a 1/2 mile walk and some traipsing in the cemetery. I know, not far, but enough to completely tighten one calf muscle and give my legs the jumpy twitches after I got home. But soooo worth it. I live in a beautiful spot and the weather, though windy, was awesome. And then I made a slide show of my photos!!
And if you made it through the whole thing- yay you! I played around with my editing software some. I think the photos came out well (because I'm awesome) even though I desperately need/want/better get a new camera. So that was my day of awesomeness. Oh and yes, I did make my family dinner, fold some laundry, and cuddle on the couch with my hubby for a bit. So I got those everyday tasks accomplished too. =] Why can't every day be Sunday??!
The only unawesome part of my day was when I asked my hubby to go down and play Laundry Room CSI for me because I was making his dinner and feeding the cats (who were circling my legs like a group of hungry sharks).
my hubby: (repeating my question rather incredulously) you want me to scoop the cat boxes?
Me: (staring back at him open mouthed) my gosh, you said that like I'd just asked you to cut your leg off!
my hubby: well, more like my left nut but whatever. (this is a guy who routinely has to dig up and fix the camp's septic systems. And clean latrines and shower houses. Is cat poop really that much grosser than human poop?? I think NOT!)
He did indeed scoop. But it may have been because I was waving my wooden spoon around rather wildly. I've been told I'm scary when I have the wooden spoon in my hand.
basking in my awesomeness (and yours),
♥Spot
Friday, October 9, 2009
Time suckage and Cat poop
Wow. So I started this blog and then I got all off on this crazy tangent and when I read back through it I thought it might be a little offensive and break my own rule of not (absolutely not under any circumstances) talking about religion or politics on my blog. So I deleted and you should be all like whew! I really dodged a bullet on that one and thanks so much for saving me Spot! You're welcome.
Anywho, I read several blogs on a daily (sometimes twice daily) basis. See my listings at the side and feel free to peruse. And while I depend upon these people to make me laugh and put me in a good mood (if I'm not already in one), it takes a lot of time. Not just to read them, but to come up with a comment worthy of leaving. And sometimes, even these people have off days or maybe it's me having an off day or maybe I'm just not getting it but whatever, I sit in front of my monitor dazed for a few minutes and then I'm all like. Geez, I got nothing. And then I feel bad for not commenting. Because I totally needed something else to feel guilty about.
So in my quest for surrounding myself with other witty proficient writers I follow those blogs and search out others. Because I just have too much free time or well, time I should be doing something else with but I'd rather be online. Sometimes I click on other bloggers blogrolls (people they enjoy) and sometimes I check out the blog of note. And sometimes I'm pleasantly surprised like when I found Kathryn's blog but other times I sit there going. Wait? Wha? Why?! And I'm sooo totally confused about how they pick the whole blog of note because really? Really? Just saying... And I've totally decided that I don't like cooking blogs which is so weird because I love food and I love to cook so I can't figure that one out but there you go. Add it to my ridiculously long list of eccentricities. So anyway...I would love for everyone to just leave me one recommendation in their comments of their favorite blog so that I can check them out. I promise not to blog tomorrow and be all like "what were you thinking"??!! Even if I don't agree with you. I'm way too nice for that.
Now for the cat poop part because well I kind of promised by putting it in the title and all. So we've lived in our house for 7 and a half years now. We've had cats the entire time. But suddenly, last summer, my husband decides that we should not be flushing cat litter down the toilet when we (and I say we but I mean me) clean the boxes because it's bad for the septic system. Why he suddenly came up with this I don't know. And I try to tell him that's the scoopable kind not the regular kind like we use but he insists it's all litter and then he gets my dad to back him up with this story about how their landlord had to get their septic system cleaned out and the septic guy was a douche and made the landlord climb in the tank and chip the litter (which supposedly turns to clay) off the inside of the tank. And I kind of want to believe him but I'm not sure it's for real or if my dad's doing that weird male solidarity thing because I'm pretty sure I saw him flushing cat litter last time I was there!
So the new thing is we're supposed to put the used litter and kitty presents into a plastic bag (don't say we don't reuse. totally a new use for those grocery sacks) and then put it out the basement door in a can and he will go around and pick them up everyday and take them to the dumpster. Riiiggghhht. This is the man that overlooks a full trashcan that's staring him in the face but he's going to remember to check the back of the house for kitty purses. I don't think so. And when I expressed my disbelief, and the fact that if he didn't pick them up in the summer it would begin to smell, he assured me he'd remember and it would be "fine". Well not surprisingly enough, I was right. So in my outright rebellion, I went back to flushing. So he yelled again and promised that he would do a better job. So the other day I went down to clean boxes. I got my plastic bag and my scooper and squatted in front of our three (we have too many cats!) boxes. As I was sifting through the litter and then depositing it in the bag it dawned on me what this was reminding me of. I finished my task and went back upstairs.
Me: Can you get me some of those gloves like they wear in hospitals or food service?
My hubby: Why?
Me: because I don't want to contaminate the evidence.
My hubby: What evidence?
Me: Well it occurred to me that I'm sifting through the boxes for evidence...then I'm bagging it. Quite clearly, I'm CSI laundry room. And I want some gloves.
My hubby: *stunned silence*
Me: By the way...there's a rather large pile of evidence behind the house...you better get that to the lab. Stat!
waiting on my gloves,
♥Spot
Anywho, I read several blogs on a daily (sometimes twice daily) basis. See my listings at the side and feel free to peruse. And while I depend upon these people to make me laugh and put me in a good mood (if I'm not already in one), it takes a lot of time. Not just to read them, but to come up with a comment worthy of leaving. And sometimes, even these people have off days or maybe it's me having an off day or maybe I'm just not getting it but whatever, I sit in front of my monitor dazed for a few minutes and then I'm all like. Geez, I got nothing. And then I feel bad for not commenting. Because I totally needed something else to feel guilty about.
So in my quest for surrounding myself with other witty proficient writers I follow those blogs and search out others. Because I just have too much free time or well, time I should be doing something else with but I'd rather be online. Sometimes I click on other bloggers blogrolls (people they enjoy) and sometimes I check out the blog of note. And sometimes I'm pleasantly surprised like when I found Kathryn's blog but other times I sit there going. Wait? Wha? Why?! And I'm sooo totally confused about how they pick the whole blog of note because really? Really? Just saying... And I've totally decided that I don't like cooking blogs which is so weird because I love food and I love to cook so I can't figure that one out but there you go. Add it to my ridiculously long list of eccentricities. So anyway...I would love for everyone to just leave me one recommendation in their comments of their favorite blog so that I can check them out. I promise not to blog tomorrow and be all like "what were you thinking"??!! Even if I don't agree with you. I'm way too nice for that.
Now for the cat poop part because well I kind of promised by putting it in the title and all. So we've lived in our house for 7 and a half years now. We've had cats the entire time. But suddenly, last summer, my husband decides that we should not be flushing cat litter down the toilet when we (and I say we but I mean me) clean the boxes because it's bad for the septic system. Why he suddenly came up with this I don't know. And I try to tell him that's the scoopable kind not the regular kind like we use but he insists it's all litter and then he gets my dad to back him up with this story about how their landlord had to get their septic system cleaned out and the septic guy was a douche and made the landlord climb in the tank and chip the litter (which supposedly turns to clay) off the inside of the tank. And I kind of want to believe him but I'm not sure it's for real or if my dad's doing that weird male solidarity thing because I'm pretty sure I saw him flushing cat litter last time I was there!
So the new thing is we're supposed to put the used litter and kitty presents into a plastic bag (don't say we don't reuse. totally a new use for those grocery sacks) and then put it out the basement door in a can and he will go around and pick them up everyday and take them to the dumpster. Riiiggghhht. This is the man that overlooks a full trashcan that's staring him in the face but he's going to remember to check the back of the house for kitty purses. I don't think so. And when I expressed my disbelief, and the fact that if he didn't pick them up in the summer it would begin to smell, he assured me he'd remember and it would be "fine". Well not surprisingly enough, I was right. So in my outright rebellion, I went back to flushing. So he yelled again and promised that he would do a better job. So the other day I went down to clean boxes. I got my plastic bag and my scooper and squatted in front of our three (we have too many cats!) boxes. As I was sifting through the litter and then depositing it in the bag it dawned on me what this was reminding me of. I finished my task and went back upstairs.
Me: Can you get me some of those gloves like they wear in hospitals or food service?
My hubby: Why?
Me: because I don't want to contaminate the evidence.
My hubby: What evidence?
Me: Well it occurred to me that I'm sifting through the boxes for evidence...then I'm bagging it. Quite clearly, I'm CSI laundry room. And I want some gloves.
My hubby: *stunned silence*
Me: By the way...there's a rather large pile of evidence behind the house...you better get that to the lab. Stat!
waiting on my gloves,
♥Spot
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