A Day in the Life of Me and Other Random Sh*t

Halloween is over and we should all be concentrating on and getting ready to celebrate Thanksgiving.   Instead, what are we doing as we shop the stores and drive down the street?  We are listening to Christmas tunes, we are seeing poinsettia flowers everywhere and other Christmas décor. It seems to come earlier, or at least its advertised earlier, each and every year.  I remember mom saying, "santy clause comes at the end of the thanksgiving day parade".  He is THEN in town, so you better watch out, you better not cry.  Well, santa is already here!  He hit the malls in early novemeber. Yesterday, while walking around downtown Disney and looking at their Christmas tree and other decorations, walking thru the shops and listening to the Christmas music, and admiring ornaments and other Disney Christmas items, I started to think.   Why do we always do this earlier and earlier each year? The answer came to me.  Its simple.  We have...

.................well really just one cat.   For almost two years or more now, I think almost three, we have a grey cat that visits our house, begs for food and hangs around.  For some really strange reason, prob cause hes grey, he reminds me of my cat Rajah the Great, who we had to put down about 6 years ago.  So what do I do?  I feed him.  I set little pillows and blankets outside for him.  In the winter, my husband puts out his big spotlight for warmth. I have named him Bill.  Bill follows me around.  When I walk Dixie, we are walking along with her leash and Bill is either a ways behind us just trotting along, or sometimes only a few steps behind.  Sometimes he runs up ahead past Dixie, and then waits for us to catch up and  walks behind us again.  And he does this allllll the time.  I hear from some of the neighbors that its sort of a sight to see.  So, I say, I am the pied piper. And Dixie and bill even like ea...

Its always something new and exciting in our house.  As i'm trying to figure out how to get the pen marks (courtesy of colton) off of my couch, he has decided to invent a new game.  I was fresh home from the grocery store and as everyone knows, (who is 3 and under), playing with the groceries is much more fun than any toy.  Sort of like the story of the fun cardboard box.  In any case, he has three 2 litre bottles of 7up that he is standing up side by side, and moving over to another side, again side by side....quite fun. But that's not all!  This game morphs into a somewhat 7up rolling, and has now moved into my hallway.   They roll back.  They roll forth.  He steps over them.  He sits on one.  Now this is real fun!  I see the bubbles inside the bottles fizzing up and we think oh man, we cant open THESE for a while.  Roll, roll, twist, spin.  7up bottle rolling at its finest is going on here. Last step, Colton ha...

Can I come in?  No, he doesn't ask.  So I have a doggie door on our bedroom door so we can close the door at night and the cat ( who feels the need to come in and out and in and out and in and out all night long) can come in and leave all he wants, without bothering us.  Now that my daughter and her fiancé live here with my grandson and the dog, the dog goes in and out the doggie door as well. Sounds like a somewhat normal situation for all. doesn't it?  Well, Colton, my grandson ALSO feels the need to climb thru the doggie door.  Hes like a miniature soldier on maneuvers, squeezing thru, then dropping down, then standing up and taking off.................most usually for the bathroom if I am unlucky enough to have left the door open.  As hes getting older, it is getting to be a tighter and tighter squeeze for him . I am hoping one day I don't have to call out the "hot" firefighters to come and cut him out of the door.  But, it wouldn't surprise me...

Sometimes it just takes a little something to make you smile.  I saw this bag in publix today.  99cents.  had to have it.  Years ago, I bought my mother these as salt and pepper shakers.  I sent them to SC where she was visiting my sister for Thanksgiving.  I knew she LOVED the commercial with these little winking salt and pepper shaker pilgrims on the Thanksgiving day dinner table. When mom returned from my sisters house, I went to visit her and noticed the pilgrims in her china cabinet.  The woman pilgrim was fine.  The man pilgrim was half her size, and I thought, what the heck happened.  She told me the story about how the man arrived broken into several pieces.   My brother in law checked all over SC to try to find another set and could only find a small one.  All in all, it was just funny. I love how the memories flood back to you when you see or feel or smell something.  I'll happily carry the bag around this ...

Women and men, men and women.  Forever different in an amusing, almost laughable kind of way.  So, my daughter is browsing facebook and says "OH, find your body type"   I'm thinking, PROBLEM.   That is ALWAYS a problem.  I remember from way, way back with all the Cosmo quizzes I had to take and MAKE hubby take as well.  An argument in the making. In any case, she reads the facebook status on body type and Hmmmpfhh, it says mine is chubby.  Poor kevin.  He responds, "Let me see".  She hands him her phone.  OH NO, I think, here it comes.  Hmmm, he says, "I like curvy and also fit".   Chrissy's response?  of course you are, you're a pig. And oh how I wish I were still young.  The chase around the house ensued.  The playful fighting.  The "you think I"m fat.  You're a pig, you're a pig.  Poor pig.   "have you ever kissed a pig?"  I hear him ask.  Thankfully it w...