Any one who knows me, either casually or really well knows I LOVE my Fur Babies or as my friend Erin calls them Fur Beasts of Doom. I talk to them, cuddle and snuggle with them and mourn terribly when they cross The Rainbow Bridge.
I have rescued 2 cats, Oreo a Maine Coon Cat. Who only liked me and hissed, growled and hid from every other family member. I tried for years to get him to be social, but it just wasn’t meant to be. When it finally was his time to go, I held him and cried, big ugly sobbing tears. Whoever threw this big beautiful cat away made him what he was. Scared of the world, and only able to feel safe with me. For that I was both grateful and furious. Grateful that he could feel safe with someone and furious that someone just discarded him because they no longer loved him.
As a family we went all summer with just one cat and a dog. Moon Trouble, Connor’s cat that is more like a living stuffed animal and Cooper my Golden who is just a love. Finally in October Precious came flying into our lives. Literally!!!!
Kyle was having his Senior pictures taken at an abandoned barn about 1/4 mile down the road. We heard a rustling sound over our head and a cat shot out of the rafters. 3 days, 3 cans of cat food and 1 have-a-heart trap later she was snuggled in my lap. The vet estimates she was about 6 months old, and someone just tossed her away.
It took a bit of convincing for Mark to be sure he loved her, but not me. I knew I loved her from the moment I held her. Her name is Precious but with everything she gets into it really should be Satan.
I have absolutely no understanding of people who throw away animals, they love you unconditionally, and all they expect is for u to love them back. I believe there is a special place in hell for those kind of people, and no I don’t even want a day pass!!!
An Open Letter to my Husband and Teenage Sons:
Dear Testosterone filled males in my house, please cut it out. When u carry on at the dinner table and get all wound up over things that really are inconsequential. It makes the knots in my stomach twist like a Merchant Marine who needs a refresher course. Add to that the stomping of the feet, the slamming of the dishes and the doors. Those knots get tighter and tighter with each temper flare.
My sons I realize you are trying to find your way in this world, to break out from the cocoon, stretch your little wings and fly. And dear husband that knowledge is hard for you to swallow, but at least you can (you don’t have Merchant Marine knots).
So please remember before you stomp and have your testosterone infused fits. Look around and realize. This is a learning process for all of us. Kyle your graduation is coming like a barreling freight train, Connor you already own a car that you can’t yet drive. Just take a deep breath, finish dinner, clear the table and talk to each other in pleasant tones. My stomach and my digestion will thank you. Because if Mom starts to stomp and slam, no one will be happy!
My best friend tagged me in a Huffington Post Column a few days ago. This is nothing new we tag each other all the time, but this column really hit home. It was discussing how best friends who no longer live geographically close have changed their relationship. That is us in a nutshell, we met in college and by all rationalization we shouldn’t be friends at all. I am the analytical left brain, line things up so they make sense person. She is the emotion driven right brain lets talk this out person. Yet we clicked right from the first semester. Studying together, partying together, going to NYC together for New Years Eve (boy that was a night). She has helped me through more heartbreaks than I can remember, and the feeling is mutual. We know each other’s secrets, and will keep them forever. We lived together for a year after college and found that we are pretty good roommates too.
We have been through weddings, a divorce, the births of my boys, she is the first person I called after both sets of parents when both of them were born. She is and always will be Aunt Kathy. When I moved 2 hours away I knew that the telephone would be our best friend and we would have to be diligent to keep our friendship afloat.
With cell phones and Facebook and Twitter we are even better at staying in touch now. But truth be told nothing beats the mid week drinks after work just because I am gonna lose my mind and I need my BFF. Or lunch on the fly cause we both have a spare 2 hours on a Sunday afternoon. Now those things have to be planned way in advance, figure in 2 hours of travel time. But there is never a quiet second in that lunch or dinner, because we are both talking, catching up unleashing all the stored stuff since the last get together.
Geographical distance may change our friendship, but the memories remain, and the reason as to why we are friends never will!
I have been watching the news reports for 2 days about The Duggars’. Let me be upfront here, I am not a fan to begin with. The whole 19 kids, the fact they do a reality show, but don’t have a TV in the house, all of the kids are is homeschooled so that Jim Bob & Michele can control what they learn (ie more religion and less math and literature) They are proudly part of the ultra conservative religious right movement, and try to cram it down everyone else’s throat in a passive aggressive way. All of those things grate on me, like sandpaper on sunburn.
In their blog, which is as sickeningly sweet as the syrup used to make snow cones Michele claims that the family “is not part of the Quiverful Movement, ours is an Independent Baptist”. Semantics people, they sure sound the same to me. She has the younger children and then the older ones raise them, because she is too busy probably from making the TV show that the children can’t watch, because TV isn’t good for you.
Michelle and Jim Bob preach that persons that are LGBT are pedophiles and abusers of children. So that begs the question…”Is Josh gay?” Under their preaching and religious beliefs he must be to do what he did. In their way of living their daughters don’t choose who they date on their own. Dad will pick who they date, their is no hand holding or kissing or anything before marriage. They obviously have very little to no sex education, so I understand the curiosity of young children. What I do not understand and can not condone is the way that his parents covered up the molestation.
Shipping him off to work with a contractor as a form of therapy, not allowing him to return home until the statute of limitations was up. The only State Trooper that he spoke to about it is now serving 56 years for Child Pornography, that seems awful coincidental to me.
I don’t want harm brought to the Duggars’, I just want them to come down on the high horse that they are on, and that is beginning to occur. Josh has resigned his position with The Family Research Council and “19 Kids and Counting” has been cancelled by TLC. What I want most of all will most likely never occur, for Josh’s victims (his sisters) to get the counseling and help that the need to work through this. We as viewers are only learning about this because a tabloid leaked it. That is the price that you pay for living in the fishbowl of fame. Ask Bill Clinton, Jimmy Swaggert or Tammy Faye Baker and they can tell you all about it.
Who in their right mind would have ever thought that taking a 9 year old Golden Retriever to the Vet would be like taking a 2 year old to the pediatrician? My sweet dog Cooper normally hops out of the back of my SUV and makes a bee line for the Vet’s office. Not today, today she had to be dragged out of the back of the car, she was having no part of this at all. Once we got in the door I was sure she wud settle right down, we have been going to this Vet since she was a puppy. Nope it wasn’t to be, Cooper started to jump up on me and whine and cry as if she was telling me she wanted to leave NOW!!!
We were there because I suspected she had a UTI, and I was correct. They did a urine catch, something I can’t do at home because we have Invisible Fence. Cooper goes out on her own, does her business and comes in. I tried to follow her around with a pan this morning, she wud squat, I wud slip it under her and she wud pop right back up. As if to say “we don’t do this Mom, I pee alone, go away now. After the 4th attempt I gave up and let her pee in peace.
After the urine catch they brought Cooper back to me and she continued to whine and hyperventilate and carry on. No amount of calm words were working. Finally I invoked the Mom tone. “Sit down now!!”, it startled her so that she parked her fuzzy but and began to drool on my leg, but at least she was still. For a moment until a couple came out of an exam room, each of them carrying a cat carrier. Cooper began to bark and whine at the cats, the cats began to hiss at her. Their owners were noticeably shaken and rightly so. Finally it was time to drag Cooper to the scale, again she resisted, it took me and a Vet Tech to get her there. Her panting, whining and hyperventilating the entire way. What was up with my normally quiet, calm and docile Golden today?
The next step was the exam room, with another round of pulling and tugging to get Cooper there, and then 2 Vet Techs to hoist her up on the table. Normally she steps up on her own, lays down, they give her a cookie and use the hydraulics to send it up. The Vet handed her a cookie and she dropped it on the table, no bribery was working today. After a basic body exam, out came the needle for blood, poor Cooper looked at me as if to say “see I told you it would just be a petting session”. It took 2 tries to get some blood, finally once that was done, and the tech started to lower the table Cooper decided to jump to the ground and shoot to the waiting room. Ugh this was not going to be an easy wait.
Luckily my 18 year old came in just then. Cooper settled a bit of him, but really she was truly anxious in a way I had never seen her. Finally after the blood and urine tests came back and confirmed what I already knew. The Tech sold me antibiotics, more flea and tick meds cause I was out. And most importantly some anti anxiety meds for poor Cooper. She is gonna be clipped and groomed next month, and I think without them, neither her nor the groomer would survive the experience.
Fashion rules specifically, and I am sure most of you know what I am talking about. No white before Memorial Day, Or after Labor Day. No horizontal stripes if you wear a size larger than a 4 Who the heck wears a Size 4 as an adult? But that is for a whole different blog post. Black is super slimming, white makes you look like a whale, no bright colors-they just draw attention to you. No loud prints, just tiny all over prints. Long skirts only, how dare a larger woman show her legs! Oh and a bathing suit, eek that is just horrible territory. Mostly black and cover everything, unless you look like a VS Model and in that case, well just let it hang out because the skimpier the better. The rules are just mind boggling and seem to go on forever.
This is my outfit today, hmmm it violates so many of those rules. Horizontal stripes, white and it isn’t Memorial Day yet, the bright color sweater that draws attention to me. Yikes all the things that I shouldn’t do!! And I am honestly not too concerned abt anything other than that. Clothes should make you feel good, if they don’t, who the hell cares how many rules you are following! Are all of your important parts covered, are you breaking any laws in regards to indecent exposure? As long as you have answered yes and no to those 2 questions, Then Go For It!!
Because the above Meme is my motto. As long as I am confident, I could be dressed in a paper bag and still look absolutely fantastic!☺:)
I have always stuck to the conversation rule that there just are a few things that shouldn’t be discussed amongst friends, that is if you want to remain friends with them. Religion and Politics top the list. With the way things are turning in this country that remains harder and harder to do.
Every time I flip on the news or scroll thru my Facebook Newsfeed I am assaulted by a constant stream of what I term “Ultra-Conservative” Views. Views that constantly tell young women that the only way to be perfect is to be “pure of heart, soul and body”, telling them that sex is evil, that their bodies are not truly their own. These same views I believe are the driving force behind the absurd dress codes that are finding their way into our schools. No tank tops, or camisoles, or sun dresses, skirts have to be an appropriate length, as well as shorts. But on the other hand young boys can wear jeans with their asses hanging out and tight white tank tops termed “wife beaters” . The name one appalls me, never mind the double standard.
How about we teach our young men to be better behaved instead of teaching our young girls that their bodies are to be ashamed of. Since when did shoulders and backs and knees or thighs become distracting? Heavens we are not in the 1800’s, it is 2015!!! I am in no way shape or form advocating that we allow our young girls to walk the streets dressed like hoochie mamas. I am instead advocating that we make our young boys take responsibility for their words ,actions and behaviors!!!
These same groups of people refuse to allow sex education to be taught to their children, citing it will encourage them to have sex. Entire school districts have banned sex ed because the Church Forbids it. Wait a minute…back up!!! We live in a country where church and state are separate…since when did that become ok???
Since the extreme right, ultra conservatives have taken over, and the fear-mongers have let them. Chipping away at the females rights a little at a time, and most of us don’t even notice, unless our lives are impacted.
Purity Balls, virginity cards, devoting yourself to Jesus until you are old enough to marry. Never dating a young man, no kissing, hand holding until your Father decides you will marry and he picks out one for you. Have we been transported back 100 years, and maybe to another country? Women of the early 1900’s fought for our right to vote, and drive and now the religious nuts are slowly but surely trying to take it all away!!!
I will be damned if I will let that happen. I was raised Catholic, not crazy Christian and I am just fine with that. I will be the first to admit us Catholics are a bit nuttier than a Christmas Fruitcake with our rules. Not to mention our scandals have gotten our Priests in a whole lot of trouble over the years. We are not generally the kind of religious people that want to cram ours down your throat, we are a little more reserved, but we do like our offering plate. So please lets all keep our religion to ourselves, in our respective Churches or Temples or Mosques where they belong and not part of our political views or our voting practices. Because truly when you try to shove it down my throat, I am liable to get all high and mighty in your face about what I don’t like about your religion, and trust me, you really won’t like that.
I am the first person to admit that I can’t live without the modern conveniences in life. The idea of living without running water, electricity or indoor plumbing, those things do not interest me. When the power goes out and nothing in my house works, Ugh I am not a happy lady. So the thought of voluntarily choosing to live off the grid, is not one that would ever cross my mind.
On the news this morning I saw a story of a family that had their children removed due to living “off the grid”. That I think is extreme, were the children abused, under nourished? There must be a reason that Kentucky DSS has removed them from the parent’s custody. But the headline that “Parents living off the grid, had children removed”, is just way too easy for the media to ignore. I do personally know that I am not a fan of outhouses to do my business in. Hell I don’t even like a Port-a-potty if I can avoid one. Generators for a source of power would drive me bonkers, we have one for emergencies, the thing is loud and temperamental as well. Just give me the kind of power where I flip a switch and the lights come on!!:idea::idea:
I was scrolling through my Facebook feed tonight and came upon no less than 4 different rants, complaints and generally hilarity about something called a Diva Cup. To say I am a curious woman would be a mild understatement. I HAD to know what a Diva Cup was and what ALL the fuss was about??
Some of my friends call me a Diva, I am pretty obsessed about my hair and nails. Oh and don’t get me started on jewelry and shoes. But this kind of Diva Cup doesn’t have anything to do with any of those things!!!!!
I immediately read the rants, the silly blogs and then began to do some research on what in Sam Hill this thing was. My research showed me that OMG it is basically an upside down funnel that a woman inserts in her vagina to capture menstrual blood. Ick, yuck, gross, that means that you somehow have to get this contraption out to empty it. Without dumping the blood all over you, your leg, your clothes, the toilet seat, the floor, the wall or anything else within a 15 foot radius.
It makes me beg the question what the heck is wrong with a tampon? It has a string to pull it out with, there is no risk of your bathroom looking like a bloodbath. Not to mention the risk of having the damn thing stuck up against your cervix. The thought of having the damn thing stuck and having to resort to professional medical help for removal mortifies me.
Now I will admit that I had a hysterectomy 4 years ago, so maybe I am out of the loop when it comes to Female Hygiene Products, but still. A cup to collect your menstrual blood, really?? It makes me glad I have boys, I don’t have to wade into that territory. And I know that Tampons carry a risk of toxic shock syndrome, personally I hated pads…they were like wearing a diaper. Before I had my hysterectomy I tried something called the Instead Softcup, it looks sort of like a diaphragm. It worked well but the whole emptying puddles of blood just got to me.
I guess you could call me squeamish, but the thought of sticking a bendable plastic object that resembles a funnel up my hoohaw. Just because it is supposed to be more ecologically friendly. I think I will pass on that one.
It hit me like a ton of bricks, the proverbial slap in the face and any other cliche you can think of. My first born son is getting ready to graduate from High School. He has written and submitted his Capstone Paper, his Business Plan and his Interview Project.
Tonight he began to practice his Oral Capstone Presentation with me tonite. He was very nervous, but he knew his information cold, and he should. This is about PEX Tubing, he is a Plumbing Student. When asked why he chose plumbing he said “I decided I would rather flood a basement, then die from electric shock!” That’s my kid!!
He just has to remember to slow down, this pertains to the presentation and to growing up and graduating. Mom will get there, I promise, I am running as fast as I can. The knowledge that my son will walk across the stage of FCTS on June 5th and be handed a diploma. With
that diploma in hand he will be ready to take the world by storm. Ok kiddo, I am ready if you are, lets do this thing…As Grampie would say “it’s a lead pipe cinch.” So take your pipe, or your PEX Tubing and take this world by storm!!!