Sunday, July 25, 2010

Reading the summer away.

I have not blogged. I haven't even looked at my blog. It has been awhile hasn't it? Did you miss me?
Don't answer that.
In this giant stack of hay we call blogging I am but a tiny needle.
So instead of ignoring my children and blogging:
I have been ignoring my children and reading.
Just joking.
Kind of.
My two lovely children,FINALLY, have the ability to play on their own, without me having to entertain them.  They actually rather play with their friend. 
Gasp.  Spew. The horror.
So being the mother bear that I am, I prop up a lawn chair in the shade and read.  Read.
and occasionally call the children in for roll call.
In less then 4 week I have read 18 books.
MILKaWHAT?  you say.
I know.  That is almost a book a day.
My laundry isn't done.
My vacuum practices have slowly diminished.
I have taken to covering the pee smell in my bathroom with a bottle of Lysol and baby wipes.  "A Spray and a wipe a day keeps the pee smell at bay."
Gross right?  Judge.  I don't care.
But damn it my imagination is in full swing.
I am book worm, hear me squirm.

Monday, July 12, 2010

Is it Weird....

  1. That I have a blog dedicated to my cat?
  2. That I get uber-suspicious when random people find me on Facebook, yet I am okay with them following me on Twitter?
  3. That I leave party decorations up for a week after a party?
  4. That I read books at Major League Ballparks?*
  5. That I kinda enjoy Monster Jam?
  6. That I'll run all over town to find a good book but refuse to go to more then one grocery store in a day?
  7. That I hate to brush my hair?
  8. That I refuse to buy a new camera even though my old ones battery compartment is held close by a piece of blue painter's tape?
  9. That I use a T.V., turned on loud, as a security system?
  10. That my favorite store is the Dollar Store?
*Please note home team is the Brewers.  #Suckage

Saturday, July 10, 2010


He is seven today.
I have been his mom for seven years.
And all that we have been through.
And all that we have to do.
I know seven will be the best yet
To my seven year old
Happy Birthday!

Monday, July 5, 2010

Sick Kids

Having sick kids means:
  1. Lots of snuggling
  2. Plenty of time to read
  3. Snuggling
  4. Watching the world pass your window.
  5. Watching copious amounts of Anthony Bourdain.
  6. Snuggling 
  7. Eating your weight in popsicles.
  8. Take a nap.
  9. Snuggling
  10. Consider a career in Quantum  Physics.
  11. Realize you don't know what the phuck Quantum Physics is.
  12. Google Quantum Physics, read up on it and realize you'd make a horrible Quantum Physicist. 
  13.  ...and more snuggling.

Saturday, July 3, 2010

Life With Cat

Being a cat owner has brought new perspective into my life.
Mostly pissing and shitting inside the house is fucking disgusting. Outhouses sound about right.
That and litter is a bitch to sweep up.
Cat hair in my creamed coffee is kinda gross.
That booby-shirts look less attractive with scratches all over your neck and chest.
Being pounced upon at 2 am on the trip to the bathroom will almost make you pee your pants.

But mostly at the end of the day when I have been spent and worn: a cats purr can cure all.


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