Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Who's the Bigger Idiot?

Okay, I can't decide. Is Ratman really the bigger idiot in this family or is it ME for staying married to him for 22 1/2 years? C'mon, I REALLY want to know.

Our daughter found a kitten about a year ago that was dirty, flea ridden and hungry. Being the rescuers that we are, we took her in. We cleaned her up, had her spayed and declawed, got her shots, the whole nine yards. We named her Wednesday. Two reasons: we love The Addams Family and that was the day of the week we found her. Aren't we clever?

Wednesday is giving us problems in the form of peeing on the couch and on MY bed! I swear I want to kill her. We have researched high and low to figure out what is wrong. We have tried giving her more attention, we have tried spanking her (which I don't like, but we have to do SOMETHING and we don't beat her, just a few slaps on the butt after we show her what she did), keeping the litter box VER clean, sometimes cleaning it TWICE a day, and on and on. We have finally narrowed it down to this: When our daughter's fiance left her a nice note telling her to move out (yeah whole other post), she moved back in here with HER cat. Wednesday doesn't like it when he poops in the litter box that they share. Once he has done that, if we don't clean it RIGHT THEN (for example if we are gone, or sleeping, or just don't notice it yet) she gets mad and lets us know it by peeing on the furniture. We are sure this is the problem.

But what to do?

Ratman is just full of lovely ideas:

1) If we stop feeding Harley he won't poop in the box and Wednesday won't get mad. Ummmm, I guess he has a POINT but, ummm, yeah.

2)If we stop giving Wednesday anything to DRINK she can't pee. (See #1)

And the best idea he has come up with yet:

3) Making 2 litter boxes.

Okay, I tell him "If we make 2 boxes, Harley will just poop in both of them so she will still get mad", to which THIS was his solution: "Put their names on them."

So yeah, I gotta know, which of us is the bigger idiot? UGH!

Sunday, September 20, 2009

The things I put up with on a daily basis...

They don't call him RATman for nothing! I swear there is never a dull moment when he is around. Or one without something gross. Either way....

I made lasagna for dinner tonight. And before you start thinking about me slaving away making noodles and layering cheese, nope, it was frozen in a container all ready to pop in the oven. That is the only way to make "homemade" in my book.

I get it out of the oven all hot and steaming, call him to the kitchen to fill his plate and as I am cutting it, I make the comment that I will be taking some of it to work with me for lunch.

"It is always better the next day," I say, tipping the spatula full of gooey, cheesy lasagna on to my plate.

"The next day?" Ratman gets this "look" on his face. "Isn't it POOP the next day?"

Yeah, don't you wish YOU had him?

Thursday, September 17, 2009

I think she gets it from her dad...

The Tomboy just walked into my room shaking her head.

"Mom," she said, "I was just going into my room and I knocked on my own door. But that isn't the worst part. I waited for a response."

This is probably not the moment to tell people that I home schooled this kid.


Wednesday, September 16, 2009

The "Things Overheard at My House" Files

You never know what you are going to hear come out of someone's mouth at my house. Sometimes it is witty, sometimes (most times) it is vulgar, or sometimes it is just funny.

But they are things that you really don't hear all that often.

I was in the kitchen last night, cooking chicken when I heard, "Moooom! Dad is hitting me with the dog again!"

Yeah, I know.


Monday, September 14, 2009

R.I.P. Patrick Swayze 1952-2009

I have a Dirty Dancing poster hanging on my bedroom wall (and I am 39 years old). It is framed and when I sit on my bed with my laptop I can see it, and I love it.

I have a Dirty Dancing screensaver and wallpaper on my computer.

I once watched that movie 6 times in one day. (It was the 20th anniversary and they showed it for 24 hours straight on Bravo.)

I am in the process of re-watching North and South. It is weird that you died while I was.

I could watch Ghost over and over, and I know you fought for that part because it touched your heart.

You were my hero because when a little girl with down's syndrome wanted to meet you after you made Dirty Dancing, you got on a plane and you went to meet her. And you danced with her. And you made her smile. I remember how she hugged you so hard.

You were my hero because you were never a STAR. You were an actor and a dancer and you were amazing.

You were my hero because you fell in love with your highschool sweetheart when you were 19 and she was 15 and stayed married to her for 34 years. In Hollywood that is not just amazing, it is a miracle.

Rest in peace Mr. Swayze.

You will ALWAYS be my hero.

Saturday, September 12, 2009

A Very Good Article

You know, as I wrote yesterday's post I was thinking, it is almost becoming a horrible "sin" to be patriotic. At least that is the way that I felt. People walk around condemning the government, the country, all the people in it and everything else, but are they really willing to DO anything about it? In most cases, the answer is a resounding "NO". They just want to sit around and bitch. I wondered if I should be embarrassed to post my sentiments.

But then I heard another resounding, "NO". I have a right to stand up for some things. This is my blog after all and if I want to come out and say that I love this politician or that one, that I support this bill or that one, I have that right and by God it would be about time someone had the guts to stand up for something. People seem to stay away from some subjects such as politics and religion because they are hot topics and for the most part I do too, because they are so controversial. But the truth is, we have to feel SOMETHING. We have to believe in SOMETHING and staying informed is the only way to find out what that is.

Then I ran across this article and I had to praise the person that wrote it. It is VERY good and VERY true.


So read it and maybe it will cause you to think a little differently about somethings. I know it made me think.


Friday, September 11, 2009


In a world where so many HAVE forgotten, I won't. I will fly my flag on this day (as I did today), I will weep again (as I did today), and I will remember what this day was like for so many 8 years ago.

I will always remember driving down the main 5 lane highway in the middle of my city and seeing exactly 2 other cars. I will always remember going to Wal Mart and seeing the looks of pain and abject horror on the faces of others. I will remember the red eyes of the man who looked my way with a wan smile when I rounded the corner with my cart and met him face to face. He was wearing a gray t-shirt with the American Flag emblazoned on the front. And I will always remember how quiet it was in that store. I was so silent. In Walmart.

I will remember, because it is a dishonor to the over 8,000 people (I am not sure of the exact number, I am just trying to guess from the toll on that day and the war) that have died (both on that day and since) if we do NOT remember.

This is my country. It may not be perfect, but it is all we have. And it changed so much on that day. At least to some of us it did.

So I will remember, and I hope you will too.

Thursday, September 10, 2009

Ummmm, huh?

Did I misunderstand, or is this a joke. I mean knowing Ellen it could be, and that would explain it, 'cause I just don't get it.


Now don't get me wrong, I think Ellen is totally awesome. She is the most hilarious woman on the planet in my opinion, but why Idol?

I'm kinda wondering if it IS indeed a joke, because to me it doesn't make a lot of sense.

But then again, most things don't.

Monday, September 7, 2009

I Promised!

4 weeks ago today this little angel made his debut into the world, and I asked for "good vibes". Lana burned her "important places" to make sure he STAYED in the world. (Did you get that aloe I sent, Lana? hee hee)

Here he is dreaming of what all men dream about; BOOBIES!

They really are amazing, babies are. Don't you think? Isn't he something?

And if YOU (yes, YOU) can look at this photo without AT LEAST a smile, you, my friend, have some serious issues.

So here is Daxton he-has-chubby-cheeks-now Matthew:

Hope you all enjoy the pic:o)

Sunday, September 6, 2009

Why don't we just scare the hell out of everyone? It might be fun or something.

Good grief! (And that is one of the nice things I can say about news reporters and this article!) http://news.yahoo.com/s/afp/20090906/hl_afp/healthfluusuniversity_20090906183917

Why don't we just scare the hell out of everyone? For the fun of it?

Ummmmm it is FLU SEASON. The regular everyday flu (and yeah that one sucks I have had it twice and I was S.I.C.K. as hell). Could it be possible that 1,999 of these people have that. Or umm, maybe with the seasons changing, the weather getting cooler and the ragweed and every other green plant in the country drying out, could it MAYBE, just MAYBE be allergies/sinus infection?

I mean why cause all this fear and confusion for POSSIBLE cases of swine flu? This is this kind of CRAP that makes me despise the media sometimes.

Let's scare the hell out of everyone first and then come back and say "Oh, oops, not the swine flu after all! Our bad!"


Look people, I work in a hospital. Just don't be an idiot. Cough or sneeze into your elbow, not on your hand, and encourage others to do the same, WASH YOUR HANDS A LOT, use hand sanitizer (not as a SUBSTITUTE for washing, but afterwards), open public doors with and clean shopping carts with disinfectant wipes and don't share cell phones. At the office, clean your keyboard, phone, lightswitches and doorknobs with disinfectant wipes too. If you handle money, again WASH YOUR HANDS.

Oh and BY THE FREAKING WAY (this goes out to every idiot out there sick and walking around in the public, but especially to the woman bagging my groceries at Wal Mart the other night) if you DO get sick, STAY. THE. FUCK. HOME when you are coughing your damn head off. I had to clean every item you touched when I got home with it. Thank you so much.

I am done now.