Wednesday, March 12, 2014
Hobbes and Grace ran outside to enjoy the fresh air and warm sunshine. I walked around the yard to fill the birdbaths with fresh water and see how much bunny poop has been left for me to clean up. I even dug around the pond a bit to see if any snails survived the winter. In one swoop, I picked up 4 snails---all alive! Unbelievable. With the cold that we had, I expected to find empty shells...but I was pleasantly surprised. I wonder how many more are in there?
I love Spring with it's promise of rebirth and color returning to our lives. It's even better with finding life under all that ice and snow.
Tuesday, March 11, 2014
Dorian is always saving cats and I joined in her quest on Saturday. I'm not sure how many people were in on saving this sweet little kitty, but we drove her to Milwaukee for our leg of the journey. Met two really nice ladies picking up and dropping off our kitty friend too, which was the added bonus.
When it was initially in the works, I loudly announced to Joe that we were IN....we were driving a cat to Wisconsin. Of course, that fun Joe high-fived me and whooped a happy "HOORAY!"....
He was more like " What the hell are we doin'?" and then got all grumpy when I didn't know all the specific details like where we had to pick up and drop off the cat. Oh, and that we were meeting strangers in parking lots and a highway oasis. He can be such a buzzkill sometimes, that Joe. Criminy.
I basically told him that Em and I were part of a Super Secret Cat Cartel and that he could either join us for the fun....or he could stay home and clean house all by himself. Then I promised him that we would stop at the Mars Cheese Castle for curds on the way back from Wisconsin if he drove. He had to think about it for like 3 seconds....and then he was all in. I'd like to think it was the thought of helping a sweet little kitty that swayed him....but it was probably more about the promise of the damn string cheese than anything else.
So, yeah...we are sorta like cat dealers now. And no, I wasn't tempted to take her home. I knew that she had a place to go--it was just our job to get her there.
Any job that pays in cheese curds is my kinda job. Chicago Team of the Cat Transport Killers is officially in action. I hope we get the chance to do it again.
Monday, March 10, 2014
My baby bean was home this week--hence my absence from the blogs. We spent a lot of time just being--watching TV, shopping, catching up on all the news, shopping, laughing, laying in bed talking, shopping, and working on one hellish puzzle sent to us by Vanilla.
Time flew by and before we knew it, the week was over....and the puzzle was still in shambles. We had fun, but time was ticking....and we were determined, even at the 11th hour to finish that darn thing. We said goodnight to Joe, then the cats...and soon, we were chanting "We're stayin' UP!" until the wee hours of the night to lay every puzzle piece. Em was leaving the next day.
We didn't make it.
But we woke up and continued where we left off... until we finished. Hooray!
We laughed and sang, giggled and cussed (even though I gave it up for Lent). Em said that I either cussed or puzzled like Mickey Mouse--as my favorite exclamation was a high-pitched voice of "Oh MY" when I found a piece I was looking for. I wasn't aware of either--apparently I am fixated when I work on a puzzle. (How come Joe never said anything about that??)
It was good to spend some time together. Tough puzzle--but a good week being with my Emmie.
Friday, March 7, 2014
After much consideration and thought, I decided that I was gonna give up cussin' and drinkin' for Lent. Cussin'--I do a lot of. Probably a lot more than I should, but that is me...and I'm working on improving that. I shall miss my creative swearing. And I'm sure I will fail in the first 5 minutes of my day....but I'm gonna keep on trying, regardless of falling off the four-letter wagon.
Drinkin'--well, it may sound like I do a lot of that, but I don't really. We go out with friends on the weekends and Joe makes concoctions every so often, but that's about it. Honestly, the giving up drinkin' part is more about me losing weight than having to attend meetings or anything like that. The dang sugar is killer on the trail to losing weight. I'm hoping this helps.
The best part of telling folks of my Lenten plan? The looks on their faces when I say: "I'm giving up cussin' and drinkin'. Oh....and fist-fightin' and spittin' too." I mean, if you are gonna sound like a cowboy, you might as well go all the way, right? Not everybody gets that I'm joking though, and they look at me kinda weird-like.
(I'm not really giving up fist-fightin' and spittin'....I just like how it sounds. Don't test me though, okay?)
So, wish me luck. Let's hope April brings about a thinner, non-cussin' lass. And nobody dies in the process.
Wednesday, March 5, 2014
Tuesday, March 4, 2014
Hobbes went for his annual check-up yesterday and he gained weight in spite of being on a diet. It's not good. And no, we are not cheating on his diet or intentionally keeping him fat like those parents on "My 600 pound Life." I hope this weather changes so he can run around outside and burn some of those calories off. In the meantime, the doctor is researching how to best boost his metabolism.
Em brought home a beta fish for us to babysit for Spring Break. Apparently everyone else at school is off to exotic locations like Arizona, Florida and Prague.....so Fish gets to come to exciting Weirdville for the week. First thing I did was to scrub down his tank. I think he is happy to be here already. I'm glad to have someone new to talk to around here.
I think I found out why we are having so much snow and cold....
Hey--almost forgot! Happy Mardi Gras and Paczcki Day! We are carrying out crawfish etoufee and Paczcki for dinner tonight. Okay, so we are combining Cajun and Polish traditions---who cares? We all plan on enjoying Fat Tuesday.
Well....not Hobbes, though.
Monday, March 3, 2014
One of the fundraising events for the band is the annual Band Dinner Dance, held each February. It gives us all the opportunity to get dressed up and enjoy good company, dinner, and the music by the jazz band. There is also a silent auction and raffle prizes to be won. It's always fun night out for us and the band parents.
One of the standard tunes the kids play each year is "Night Train." I'm not sure how or why, but I started the Mouse Dance a few years ago. I think the mixture of hearing this tune year after year, a few cocktails down the hatch, and my silly friends egging me on.....I sorta started doing a solo dance when the band started cranking out Night Train.
So, there I am, in the middle of the dance floor....alone...and I dance with my hands held up...like a sneaking mouse. And yes...on the down beat...I sorta shake it. It's lovely. Really.
Well...not everyone thinks so--only the people at my table, who know me. All others sorta just stand there with their mouths open, sucking their teeth and whispering comments about my alcohol intake. The funny thing is, it is not alcohol induced--it's just me being wacky. But you know how folks are....haters are gonna hate.
The tradition continued this weekend. Night Train was played. I danced the Mouse Dance to the laughter of my band parent friends...and the teeth sucking continued by those who don't appreciate Mouse Dance as art form.
Oh....he wears the face of Keely Smith....not amused. Although I know, deep down inside...he thinks it's hilarious too.