tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20859723542420805092011-11-27T18:27:34.860-06:00Tales From a Life Ruled by HairballsJanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14067223252968307005noreply@blogger.comBlogger2351100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2085972354242080509.post-43539841580261329532010-10-04T18:31:00.000-05:002010-10-04T18:31:10.976-05:00

Okay, so it's been a few months since I even checked in on this blog. Thanks to all of you who keep stopping by. I haven't completely given up on this thing, but life took over and I've been too mentally and emotionally exhausted to put everything into writing. These past few months have been full of change, loss, and more change and more loss. I'll try to get back to blogging and get everyone

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So it's vacation o-ver and back to work. (Covered in cat hair, since the boys have started shedding with a capital "S". Clumps of hair are everywhere!) This week has been chaos, which I discovered started whilst I was on vacation. Blah. Will blog in more detail later when I can see past the piles of paper on my desk.

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I followed Sam around all day and this is the best, most in focus picture I got of him. It's like trying to capture Bigfoot.

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It's Day 5 of my vacation and I'm beat. And bruised. With a little bit of a sunburn and raging allergies. But my sense of accomplishment keeps growing. So far during this break I've gotten the most rotten part of my fence fixed (I bought the panels a year ago. Repeat that--one year ago and just now got them up.) I even ponied up for new gate hardware since the vacuum cleaner belt that was

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I'm on vacation this week. Not because I have some fantabulous trip planned, but because I have time off that needs to be used and I just need a break from work. Not going anywhere, just staying home and working on the house. I have a list of things to do as long as my arm and I'm already behind on it. Oh well, I'll just be happy if the items involving the yard actually get completed (instead

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**I was going in to edit a different post and found this one that's been saved as a draft since December. Thankfully, the weather has decided to finally turn warmer, and the buns did get their very own heat lamp to see them through the winter. I decided to go ahead and post it because someone might get a little laugh out of it.**It's cold here in Texas. I don't like it. I dislike it almost as

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It's Spring once again. The flowers are blooming, the sun is shining, temperatures are warming, and the bird population is dropping.Izzy's at it again. He's suffering his own bout of spring fever, and his way of dealing with it is to snatch poor little birdies and bring them into the house. In the past two weeks, he's captured a gorgeous cardinal, presented me with a sparrow, and today I came

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Little Jake was three months old when I sprang him from his prison cell last March. So that means his turned 1 sometime last month. He's now grown from this: Into this: He's grown into the ears, but the tail is still a mile long. It gets stepped on a lot whenever we try to share space in the kitchen. I ran across his adoption papers yesterday and remembered that his pound name was "Tuff." Should

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Not much happening these days except work and an addiction to watching all 10 seasons of CSI as quickly and as often as I can. It's pretty cool. How have I not been watching this show for the last several years? Probably because I've just now started watching cop shows. OK, so technically they're scientists, not cops, but whatever. I like the science behind it--the fingerprinting, DNA, trace,

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"Yes, Officer, a serious attempt was made on my life this morning.""What happened?""I was attacked in my bathroom. He knocked me into the bathtub, but I managed to not hit my head or pull the shower curtain off its rings. It was pretty scary. I have a boo-boo on my elbow.""What did he look like?""Short, lots of black hair, gold eyes, four legs and a tail.""A tail?""Yes. A tail. And I'll never

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I'm thinking of changing Izzy's name to Dexter. Or maybe Ted Bundy.That danged cat lives a double life. Most of the time he's so sweet and cuddly he'll knock you over for want of a snuggle. Then there's the feral hunter side that has already been well documented on this blog. For a few days there's been a smell in the house. I couldn't figure out what it was, nor could I find it. At first, it was

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Despite the morning bunny races, today is also a sad day around here. I watch the buns playing in the yard and think about Jack. Today's his bunny funeral.He slipped into the neighbor's yard Wednesday and was attacked by their dog. I don't blame the poor dog, he was in her yard and she was just doing what dogs do. The rain had washed away the dirt beneath the fence at a low spot in the yard and

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How fast can a rabbit run? Evidently pretty danged fast. I've been watching Sophie run laps around the yard for the last several minutes. That rabbit food must be enhanced with pep pills. Every once in a while she'll get one of the others in on it by chasing them.

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Found this on LOLCats....see more Lolcats and funny picturesSomeone else has their very own Izzy and Max!

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Izzy had himself a little adventure yesterday. And he totally freaked us both out in the process.I walked in the front door yesterday afternoon, expecting to see my little man waiting for me as he usually does (he and Jake get to split a can of cat food as soon as I get home, so they're always anxiously waiting!). But Izzy wasn't at the door. I greeted Jake, called for Izzy, and got Sam. Fed

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So Bec and I are headed for lunch today, driving down Morse, discussing the possibilities of what species a certain flower could be when all of a sudden I see something on the other side of the street."Look! It's a turkey!"Um, no.It was a buzzard. I could argue that technically it was a turkey buzzard, but that won't fly (neither will turkeys--LOL!)From my perspective, it looked like a female

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Yes, I know it's been over a month since I posted anything. I've been too pissed off.What? Yes.I've been too pissed off by tea baggers, birthers, and deathers to even begin to want to write about it. Or to even calm down and find light and fluffy things to post. Maybe I've read too many articles over on HuffPo, read too many idiotic comments on stories. I've de-friended former classmates on

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Turtle would have demanded such treatment just to walk to the mailbox. Especially the umbrella. See more funny videos and Cute Animals Videos at Today's Big Thing.

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I got up this morning thinking it was going to be a typical Monday. You know, shower, dress, run out the door to work. Well, Izzy was rather insistent that I get out of bed right then and feed him, but I expected his usual, "part of my bowl is empty, so I MUST be starving" nonsense. Instead, the water bowl was filled with dirt and the food bowl was licked clean. Which means Max paid a visit at

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As promised, here are a few photos of the new kids. They've been busy, digging holes and settling in. I'm still working on some of the more cosmetic aspects of the pen. And filling in holes. And moving rabbits out of holes so I can fill them in. In this picture, left to right, are Sophie, Jack, Penny, Robbie, and Anna Lee. Susie opted out of the photos. These guys are snuggling up with their ice

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My nephew spent the weekend at my house, so needless to say, once I cleaned up the disaster that was left behind, I was beat. As in, let nothing get between me and my bed kind of beat. Jake and Sam made themselves scarce, so Izzy took the brunt of the visit and crashed for a good solid three hours as soon as the door closed behind the kid. Which is why he had energy for what came later.So there I

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So you have to admit Sam, Izzy and Jake have it pretty good. A zombie human to do their bidding, more toys than PetsMart and Petco put together, four plush cat beds, their own fleece blankets.... But why sleep in a specially designed kitty bed when there's a whole house to use as your mattress??Here's Jake on the lamp table: I see, a hard surface with a light shining in your face is comfier than

Janahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14067223252968307005noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2085972354242080509.post-27663716778912242542009-07-14T07:36:00.007-05:002009-07-14T08:17:11.100-05:00

*Edited to add a few extra comments*We cat owners pretty much knew this one already: Cats Do Control Humans, Study Finds. (And to quote a fellow blogger--"No shit, Sherlock.")Turtle would have made a good subject for this study, since he was always good at getting me out of bed to do his bidding. Mostly because he'd snuggle up on top of my head and purr in my ear and lick my face. It gave me the

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Had to treat the furrballs for fleas tonight. It was either that or get myself a flea collar. I was starting to have nightmares about the ravenous pests devouring me.I threw down some food and hit them all with the spot drops while they were trying to outeat each other.* But once the food was consumed and they realized what I'd done, mayhem ensued. How dare I put some sort of foreign liquid on

Janahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14067223252968307005noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2085972354242080509.post-40944278167833395462009-07-03T22:51:00.005-05:002009-07-04T10:30:56.591-05:00

Things have progressed far enough on the rabbit pen that it's ready for occupation!OK, so the roof still needs to be finished, and trimwork done to make it match the house, but my bunnies can move in! Finally! They've been living at my grandparents' for way too long.As you can see, I designed it to be transitional. Someday, after the bunnies are gone, it can become a greenhouse (and they just

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I broke down and bought a new pair of Reebok's yesterday.My old ones are at least 8 years old and while comfy and broken in, they're looking pretty disreputable and deep-down grungy that no amount of laundering will get rid of. So I headed to TJ Maxx and shopped around. I've been a loyal Reebok customer for years (although not a frequent shopper, obviously) but I tried on some New Balance and

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Now, I'm no Billy Mays (RIP), but do I have a new product for you!It's called Nap Sack (TM pending) and couldn't be simpler to install and use.Simply obtain a rare item called a paper sack from your nearest shopping outlet (this one was provided at Wal-Mart to keep my frozen items less melty in the gabillion degree heat), take out all items, and toss it on the floor. Curious kittens will take

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I've been thinking it's Friday all day. (Yeah, I know, wishful thinking!) Which sucks because it's still two days away. And while our offices are closed that day, I still have to work.Bleh. It's hot, it's Wednesday, and too much pie is making my pants tight. Guess it's salad for dinner and time on the elliptical.

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It is so frickin' hot here in Texas I've melted into a puddle of sweat. The humidity makes it feel like you're breathing through a hot, wet towel.I snuck out early yesterday morning to get the lawn mowed before the flaming ball of death rose too high in the sky and fried me in my tracks. There was no time to waste. I finished the front yard in 15 minutes, rolled the mower back onto the patio and

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...cup bra, that is.Had to go shopping the other night in an effort to get the girls some wiggle room. I was really getting tired of fighting with them about staying put in all my old bras. I'd strap them in, they'd wriggle loose while shouting "Freedom!" Or I'd look down to find the dreaded "four boob" thing happening, wherein the edge of your bra cuts in and the overflow makes you look like

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Here's one of my favorite clips from Cosby. There's nothing like chocolate cake. Especially for breakfast.

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I don't think the third time is going to be the charm on the bread making.I measured, I poured, I watched, I adjusted the amount of flour. Things looked good. I went away and let the machine do it's job. After two hours I went in and peeked through the little window to see a beautiful loaf of bread rising just as it should.Then I went back a few minutes later to see this:The bloody mess exploded

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One or two of you may remember my attempts at making biscuits last year. Believe it or not, I have had a few successes since then. But, in my new-found attempt to cut back on the amount of High Fructose Corn Syrup I consume, I decided to start baking my own bread. (I was shocked to find HFCS in a loaf of whole-wheat bread! That stuff is everywhere!!) Being relatively lazy, I decided to get a

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Here's a few shots of noisy kitty actually being quiet for once. He just couldn't decide on a position.The chair must not have been comfy enough (could be that the color is just too loud!), so he switched to the couch and a different pillow.

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The alarm went off two seconds after Izzy head-butted me in the face this morning. Damn. Vacation's over.One week just is not long enough for a break from work. I was just starting to get good and relaxed, depite the fact that I worked my butt off all week. There was no sleeping in and not much staying up late.As mentioned before, I finally finished the living room floor, moved all the stuff that

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Mother Nature PMS'd her way through the area tonight with lots of wind, thunder, lightning, lashing rain and tornadoes. So far, the news is still reporting spotting, but no confirmations of touchdowns.Before it even blew in, the city set off the alarm sirens. And I'm talking not even a drop of rain yet. My mom called at the exact same time the siren started. And of course, the kids started

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Finally finished getting the laminate flooring down. Hallelujah!Just need to get the threshold strips and a bit of quarter round put down in order to finish up completely, but I've already rearranged the furniture, dragged the bookcases back in and unpacked the 25 boxes of books and DVDs.I also uncovered 16 fake furry mice when I moved the sofa and chair. That answered what happened to most of

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Either Izzy's really good, or a certain little bird is suicidal.I was awakened this morning by said screaming bird. In the house. (Did I mention this is the first Saturday in a month that I didn't have to get up at 5 a.m.?)I knew immediately what was going on and jumped out of bed, dashed out of the room, and met Izzy in the hallway with his prey. Evidently he had been headed into the bedroom

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Tonight's new "toy:"A lizard.Izzy popped through the cat door a little while ago with something dangling from his mouth. At first I thought it was another snake, but thankfully it wasn't long enough. As soon as I tried to stop him, he took off running into the kitchen with me hot on his heels.I grabbed Izzy and he dropped the lizard, now sans tail, and it started running around the kitchen

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Izzy has an insane number of fake fur mice (32 at last count) at his disposal. I was keeping them in a bowl to dole out one at a time. I say "was" because last night the poor bowl hit the floor and shattered into a hundred pieces. Izzy had learned how to get up on the table and get his own mouse, which he would then drop on the floor, leap down after and stalk and attack it until it was lost

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Cats don't care what you're doing. They must be petted!Found over on LOLCatsAnd I'm pretty sure the Egyptians didn't worship cats willingly. They were forced into it by an overwhelmingly cute coup.

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Here's a new installment in my "if you can't be a good example, be a horrible warning" series.Tip: toilet paper does not launder well.I threw in a load of laundry last night, ghosted back to the living room to finish reading my book (book one in the Dresden Files series--I had to know who the killer was!), and didn't think about the clothes until much later. Imagine my surprise when I opened the

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I almost brushed my teeth with deodorant this morning.Yes. That's how tired I am. It's Saturday and the alarm went off at 5 a.m. I shifted the furrballs off of me, staggered to the bathroom, showered, got dressed, got deodorant in the proper spots, then turned on the water at the sink and picked up my toothbrush. I reached for "toothpaste" and looked down to find I actually had the lid off the

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So this month I've worked every day with just two full days off. It's been hard to keep the days straight, much less relay everything the boys have been up to. I finally got pictures downloaded, so thought I'd share a few.Jake napping with a good book. Izzy hiding out in my purse. I didn't realize he was in there until I picked it up. Sneaky little imp. A shot from the Beach Boys concert. The

Janahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14067223252968307005noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2085972354242080509.post-90342225671156316142009-05-26T21:05:00.004-05:002009-05-26T21:23:59.434-05:00

My latest DIY project has dragged on way too long. I bought the laminate flooring in February, and laid down a few boards in March (note Jake below napping on the work in progress.) Then at the end of April, my sister came over and we got the flooring about halfway across the room. Starting to look pretty, isn't it? I now need just 4 rows to complete the whole thing. But I've hit a snag. I can't

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Okay, this story is embarrassing, but I'm still laughing about it, so I might as well share. I left work and went to the used book store this afternoon in search of a book. After an hour of searching, I didn't find the one I was looking for, but one on the same subject. Anyway, I left the store and as I was getting in the car, I felt my pants rip. I mean seriously ripped. Suddenly there was a lot

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I went wild Saturday night and went to see the Beach Boys with my parents and my aunt. Yeah, I know--Slow down there, Sister! LOL!! I have been going to see them since I was a little girl, but this was the first time I'd seen them since the split (Mike and Bruce together and Al went his own way.) My parents recall their music as being a part of their dating life. Apparently "Barbara Ann" was big

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**I was scoping old posts and discovered this one saved as a draft. Not sure why I didn't get it posted two months ago, but here it is. And no, I don't want to hear from dedicated healthy eaters on this one who are pissed because I didn't fall head over heels for Kashi. I'm not really dissing the foods discussed here. I'm just saying I could use some training wheels on my path to better living.**

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OK, I promised to post this a while ago. I actually got it uploaded to YouTube, but never went any further. (And today, I actually had to THINK to remember YouTube's URL. Damn, I need a vacation.)So now, here it is, Jake and his security blankey! Anytime he does the "kneading" he has a blanket clasped in his teeth. Never seen any cat do that before. (Try to ignore the bare wall and tools seen

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Either I'm sleep deprived, or I actually saw this on the interwebs. Possibly both.Is that a gun stuck to his head?? Check it out for yourself over at Picture is Unrelated.com.I'll post some photos of last night's misadventures of the Destructo-Cats (I'm thinking of trademarking that name) as soon as I track down my card reader. I'm starting to think one of them ate it. Along with everything else

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I've worked two weeks straight with one day off. No break in sight until this weekend.In the meantime, when I'm not at work, I'm at home with the boys and all of us are typically in various stages of sleep. See below. That would be me they're sleeping on top of in the last picture. It's rainy and dark today, or what I like to call sleeping weather. Jake even tucked himself into bed this

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That would be me, and the sounds coming from the area of the elliptical machine. Yes, I have made sure my chubby ass has been on that taunting bastard for at least 30 minutes the past two nights. And I hope to continue.From the amount of sweat rolling down my stomach and back and the pain in my thighs, you'd think I'd be working off some major calories. Nope. After 30 minutes last night, I had

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So it's been a week since you all last heard from me. I'm still sick. No, it's not N1H1, just a runaway sinus infection that has moved to my chest. Coughing, sniffing, sneezing, blowing, throat clearing, all that gross jazz just to clear away the phlegm. I've even grossed myself out at times with the noises I've made, and that's hard to do. Plus, at one point, I'm pretty sure I quacked like a

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Let me preface this story by stating I've caught a wicked sinus infection thanks to all my allergies, with the added bonus of PMS thrown into the mix. So I'm feeling just peachy!Last night, despite feeling miserable, nose running faster than Man O' War ever could, and cramps that would have felled Mr. Universe, I decided to work on my living room floor. Remember how I bought all that laminate

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Imagine being awakened in the wee hours of the morning by a wrestling match between two guys with too much hair. No, it's not a night in the frat house, it's life with kittens. Evidently my rear end makes a good jumping off spot for Jake as he pile drives his little brother. And the blankets make good hiding spots. Even the pillows were brought in to play as the two of them dove, wrestled, chased

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Thanks to Moderncat for highlighting this one--Shadow Cats, a non-profit group in central Texas dedicated to dedicated to improving the lives of abused, abandoned, feral, stray, and injured cats in Round Rock , Austin and surrounding areas. Check them out. Any group who appreciates the different and highly unique personalities of cats is a winner in my book!   Currently they are raising funds

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I was going to let the whole thing drop, since Mr. Perry is doing what politicians do best--backpedal faster than his little legs can carry him, but I checked in on The Mudflats this morning and got a good chuckle. (I'll post a couple new pics of the boys for ya at the bottom to wash the taste of politics out of your mouth.)To quote our popular Alaskan blogger:He’s probably just some grizzled old

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I really have to remember to just stick with reading the Huffington Post rather than other online news agencies. (Never will I give up my newspaper, though! Unless Fox News goes to print and buys out the local publication.)While I know the likelihood of secession is in the negative percentile, the fact that our governor stood up in front of a group of already disgruntled people and said it is

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I was really trying to ignore these pesky little boogers after this morning's tirade, but then I read the paper. Seems there was a tea party here in Denton yesterday with 900 to 1000 people in attendance.Now, I work downtown, so I really would like to know where all these people parked as they made their way to the courthouse. When I left work, I certainly saw no evidence of an incoming flux of

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Just testing this new blogger feature--I can now post from email! And I still believe Rick Perry's a treasonous dumbass.

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OK, I was going to completely ignore the "tea parties" that occurred yesterday, because to me, their mis-mash batch of protests (come on, pick one thing--you'll get more credibility!) was more like the gnats that gather around a lamp at dusk. You don't really pay attention to those, either, except to make sure they're not drowning in the lemonade.BUT, I caught this little tidbit from the governor

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Def: Getting up in the morning only to find your stash of Easter chocolate pillaged by a pesky raccoon.Yes, Max made a midnight raid on the house Saturday night. He devoured the half candy bar I was slowly doling out to myself, and he even ransacked my purse for the tiny little Twix bar hidden in its depths! The brand new 15 lb. bag of cat food was chewed into, and the lidded bucket I store cat

Janahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14067223252968307005noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2085972354242080509.post-74911569415010144062009-04-06T14:23:00.006-05:002009-04-06T14:35:37.149-05:00

Now, is that number a milestone, or just a reminder that yet another year has passed by and I'm becoming bitchier and more bitter by the second?Should be the first. Leaning heavily towards the latter.Yes, my "birthday" arrives at some point this month. I won't say when because I prefer the day to pass unnoticed.Last year I bought myself a house for my birthday. This year I'd just like a few

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Just a few quickies. I'm neck deep in shit right now thanks to, well, the economy, the corporation I work for, and so forth. None of which can be discussed in cyberspace. Which pisses me off even more.Anyway, first up, my thanks goes out to my sister's friend Diana, who alerted us to a possible Tommy sighting. She was at her vet's and saw a sign for a grey and white cat that had showed up at

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No, I haven't forgotten about this blog thingy. I've just been working too much, sleeping not enough, sneezing a lot (thanks Mother Nature!) and trying to get back on some sort of even keel.The babies are fine. I hope to have video of one of Jake's favorite past times up soon. But for now it's back to work stress (the causes of which cannot be shared on this blog), trying to figure out how to

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I think I'm too old for kittens. The constant energy is killing me. Not to mention the destruction. (Or the fact that I've worked almost every day straight for 3 weeks--that's really not helping my sanity either.)This morning it was my glasses knocked into the litter box. Last night it was my silk curtains being used as a landing strip. The day before it was a trek up on the roof and a leap over

Janahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14067223252968307005noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2085972354242080509.post-57138750558742657472009-03-23T15:09:00.005-05:002009-03-23T15:28:07.833-05:00

Here's an interesting turn of events. Izzy's not a girl. She's a he. Remind me not to trust other people's sexing of kittens.Yes, little no name kitty (he's stuck with this until I settle on a more manly moniker) stuck his tuchas in my face the other night and made me realize in no uncertain terms that pink is not his color. In amongst all that black fur was the unmistakable presence of two tiny

Janahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14067223252968307005noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2085972354242080509.post-5228011916266540632009-03-19T21:00:00.007-05:002009-04-07T14:41:05.170-05:00

Remember when this guy met this guy? What was it, almost two weeks ago now? Well, as of Tuesday night, the boys got themselves a little sister.Meet Izzy. Two months old and only been here a few days, but she's already got Jake and Sam wrapped around her cute little tail. How did I come to get another new kitten so quickly, you ask? Well, I answered my phone. My aunt called and asked if I would

Janahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14067223252968307005noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2085972354242080509.post-67080571376006709732009-03-12T23:02:00.007-05:002009-03-12T23:24:36.272-05:00

We needed cat food today, so I figured a trip to Petsmart was in order. And I took Jake with me. Why not? The place encourages bringing pets, although 98 percent of the time it's just dogs visiting the store.I put his little harness and leash on him and we got in the car. There was a little freak-out moment when we went outside, but he did all right.In the store, I stuck him in a cart and kept

Janahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14067223252968307005noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2085972354242080509.post-49521277651835849772009-03-12T22:31:00.010-05:002009-03-13T09:10:41.937-05:00

In all the episodes I’ve watched of “The Daily Show” I’ve never sat so far on the edge of my seat and been so tense as I was during the interview with CNBC's "Mad Money" host Jim Cramer. I’ve watched Jon Stewart nail Mike Huckabee to the wall over the gay marriage issue, but tonight he put Cramer and CNBC through it for their role in the financial mess. And yes, by not paying attention to what

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Congratulate me while I try not to strain arm patting myself on the back.This evening I installed my brand new dishwasher all by myself. Despite Jake's attempts to assist. (Right now he's chewing on my laptop!) In the two hours it took me to complete the job, I spent the majority of it moving him out of the way and trying to convince him that plumbing is not his strong suit. He got locked in the

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It's been hectic around here lately. The dishwasher died and I am awaiting the delivery of a new one this morning. Hence the reason I'm not at work and why I had time to write the previous post expressing my adoration for Jon Stewart. As I write this I am actually being flicked on the nose by the tip of Sam's tail. He's expressing dissatisfaction over the behavior of this guy: Everybody, meet

Janahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14067223252968307005noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2085972354242080509.post-24118117243889696442009-03-11T09:07:00.012-05:002009-03-11T16:09:05.256-05:00

"If I'd only followed CNBC's advice, I'd have a million dollars today -- provided I'd started with a hundred million dollars."--Jon StewartJon Stewart, despite being a "comic" is actually a very well-respected (at least in my peer group) interviewer and commentator on political and social issues. This man is well-educated with one of the sharpest minds I've seen. I don't have to look up his bio

Janahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14067223252968307005noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2085972354242080509.post-67647053549563292892009-03-10T10:58:00.004-05:002009-03-10T11:13:53.055-05:00

Well, more like a much-needed accessory. Check out my new Linds bag. Finally. A new bowling bag. I no longer have to fear my beloved bowling balls falling out of my old bag and rolling across the parking lot.I definitely learned my lesson about buying cheap shit. In less than a year, my old bag has fallen apart to a point where it's just an embarrassment. I was this close to using duct tape to

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So I thought I'd share the torture. You're welcome!

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And where's that big orange ball that hangs in the sky?We had some changes occur here at the office. Thanks to cutbacks, (or R.I.F., to stick with current terminology) I lost a full-time employee and we've had to reshuffle the schedule. Now I'm coming in an hour earlier and leaving an hour earlier. It's great for the afternoon, but ungluing my butt from the bed in the mornings is already getting

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(I know product reviews weren't the main focus of this blog originally, but it's my blog, so I'll write what I want!)Here's another great find from Nole's General Store: Dana's Goat Milk Soap. Now, I have to let the cat out of the bag a little--I've been experimenting with soap-making myself and have been testing out other soap-makers' products. And you wouldn't believe what has been coming out

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Or I could have snobbishly called this post "My shit doesn't stink."Anyhow, I might be a bit late to the party on this one, since I have found this product reviewed on several sites, but I was introduced to Poo-Pouri yesterday while visiting with Celesta at Nole's General Store in downtown Denton. According to their site, Poo-Pourri is a mixture of essential oils that you spray on the surface of

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It's Becci's birthday today! We'd sing, but she'd die of embarrassment. And the cleanup of all the busted glass would take hours.So, as my gift to you, my dear friend, I promise not to remind you that you're still older than me and that next year's the big 5-0.Well, I promise not to say that out loud. Cyberspace is another matter.And oh yeah, I beat the pants off you in bowling this week. :-pLove

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I admit it, I'm a sucker for a pretty face. Which is how I started watching BBC's latest incarnation of "Robin Hood." (See picture below.) Yes, I choose the shows I watch based on the hottness level of the hero. Sometimes it works out, sometimes it doesn't (i.e., "Legend of the Seeker.")The show is not perhaps the most well-acted, but it has made me laugh and cry, and groan a bit over the few

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Ever notice how every couple of years some new buzzword or phrase pops up out of the business schools? We've synergized and thought "outside the box" and of course dealt with those pesky changing paradigms.They do quite well at distracting us from what they're really doing as we try to figure out what they mean. (Picture a group of lay people standing around a dictionary scratching their heads

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So here's a few shots of the "Demon Spawn" taken with the new camera. He seems to hide the evil well in his photos.Helping with the laundry (note the dryer sheet)... Keeping me from getting anything done.... And the reaction to the "demon spawn" comment.... I'd have more pictures, but he can't resist playing with the wriststrap on the camera, so 98% of what I've taken came out blurry.

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But I still beat Becci at bowling! *teehee* I told her I was going to shame her into beating me again, because that's the way it should be--she's the better bowler.Anyway....Things are hectic around the house. At last count, I had 1456 projects going at once (give or take a few hundred.) I can't manage to complete anything, so the living room floor is only 1/10th of the way redone (went with

Janahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14067223252968307005noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2085972354242080509.post-52741952323968597402009-02-24T10:47:00.003-06:002009-02-24T10:58:37.446-06:00

Spring feverish, that is.Oh, how I wish I was anywhere but here, today! I would prefer to be cleaning my patio than sitting in my desk chair. I'd even take mowing the lawn. Now that's sick!It's supposed to be 75 degrees and sunny today.*sigh*On another topic, I finally figured out one of Sam's issues. For the past week, he's been attacking my feet every morning when I walk down the hallway. This

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Here in Texas, the daffodils are saying "screw it, I'm blooming." Who can blame them? Some days are getting up into the 70s, but that usually means the next few days will be in the 50s (or lower!)Such was the case this past weekend when Dad and I went to the swap meet in Decatur (town slogan: "Eighter from Decatur.") Don't worry if you've never heard of it. Most people haven't.However, once a

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I've been wanting this camera for so long, and now that I finally got my tax refund, I went and bought it! It's so cute and tiny, 10 mp, and fits in my pocket. The battery isn't charged yet and I'm dying to start taking pictures! (So watch out for a Sam-related photo essay.)This particular color is only available at Best Buy, but the other colors are cute too--wasabi green, electric blue, pink,

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Life goes on, eh?Sam and I spent the weekend trying to get used to it being just the two of us. (Oh, and Max the rascally raccoon who is becoming more of a pain in the butt than a novelty. More on that in a bit.)Sam seems a little lost without the other two around. Tommy always bathed him and they would snuggle together on the bed. He'd pester Turtle until there was a chase, although in the last

Janahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14067223252968307005noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2085972354242080509.post-37933039398440477032009-02-13T13:07:00.001-06:002009-02-13T13:20:32.203-06:00

Our small family has lost another member. Due to Turtle's degrading health, I had to have him put to sleep this morning. It was, without a doubt, the worst thing I've ever had to do, but I could not sit by and let him continue to suffer. The vet said it was likely he had intestinal cancer and there was just no way he was ever going to get better.He was 17 and has been my best friend for 11 years.

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One shower at a time.Found this link on the Soap Queen's blog (yes, I read soap blogs!)The Obama BarI especially like the Prickly Pear Progress bar "Cleans lipstick off a pig!"

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As I've noted before on this blog, I am a great admirer of Abraham Lincoln. He was a thinker, a caring person, and very much human--no matter how large his memorial in D.C. He was the person this country needed at its helm during those dark years of the country. Although some debate how truly great he was, at the end of his life he had seen our country through a terrible war and freed the people

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Becci loaned me her borrowed copy of Wall-e last night and I must recommend it to everyone. My jaw was agape for about the first 10 minutes of the movie. It was a good lesson in what can happen if we continue to let wastefulness, slothfulness, dependence upon technology, and self-centeredness overtake us. The scene of two severely obese guys side by side on their hover chairs talking to one

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I can't keep my mind on much other than the missing cat and the other evils that have befallen me and my family this month, so here's some links to other blogs that are talking about cheerier things right now. Hopefully my sarcasm will be back to normal in a few days.First, check out this story on MSN about the koalas rescued from the raging wildfires. I love the video of the firefighter giving

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Becci and I got lunch from Taco Bueno today. We ordered the same thing, and both of us are scratching our heads wondering where the chicken in our quesadillas is at.I can understand cutbacks, but when your product is making us recall Wendy's commercials from the 80's, that's bad. There should be more than one or two scraggly little pieces of chicken.As a self-proclaimed chicken quesadilla

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If someone out there does have my big kitty, then you need to know this: he loves to play with the rings off milk jugs. Don't waste your money on expensive cats toys--he won't touch them. Also, he loves to have his chin scratched, runs insanely around the living in the evenings, snores a lot when sleeping, and prefers his own side of the bed. He can also be rather demanding when he wants to be

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Today is Tommy's 5th birthday and he is still not home to celebrate it. I miss my big kitty.

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Tommy's been MIA since Saturday afternoon. When I left to go bowling around noon, he was stretched across the bed looking pleased to finally have it all to himself. He wasn't home when I got back, but I figured he was just out enjoying the sunshine. Well, day turned to night, dinnertime rolled around and still no Tommy. Morning came, no big kitty hogging the blankets. By Sunday afternoon I was

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Because it's Tuesday. I hate Tuesdays. They're my busiest day of the week. And today I have not one, but TWO conference calls on top of all the things I typically have to do on a Tuesday. What *&^#$%^**& decided these meetings had to take place today? (Never mind the fact that I have repeatedly requested no meetings on Tuesdays!)These two calls, plus tomorrow's weekly status meeting will bring

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Oh, yeah. Monday. Sigh. The longest time of the work week before the weekend.I've been busy today getting end of month reports in and relaying the tale of my Saturday evening visitor. Everyone I know now demands that I do something about the cat door. Crap. This means the litter box comes back in and the boys are shut inside with me until daybreak. I don't know if I can stand it! But it will

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So it's Saturday night and I'm sitting on the couch watching Two and a Half Men reruns and crocheting on a new project (yeah, no date. Amazing, huh?) when I hear noise at the cat door. I look over expecting to see Sam, but no--there's a new kid in town.The pic was taken with my cell phone during his second entrance. The first time he stopped halfway through the dining room and just looked at me

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Thanks to a link over on Mudflats today, I found myself taking the Nerd Test. I scored 66%, Becci scored 59%, and my boss came in at 34% (I think he fudged some of his answers!)Then there was Nerd Test 2.0. Becci thinks she's hot because she's a "Cool High Nerd". Here's news for her: High Nerd outranks Cool High! She outscored me on math and technology, but I scored higher everywhere else. (Is

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