crazy cat/dog lady

Yep, that's what I'm turning into.  I realized this when I was standing in the kitchen holding a conversation with my cat while making lunch.  I guess it was bound to happen with all of the time that I've been spending by myself.


So I was reading an article online about this 11 year old girl in Texas that got gang raped by 18 men in her community ranging from ages 14-24.  First of all, how horrible for the poor girl.  I can't even imagine the years of therapy and the amount of damage that has done to her.  What is the world coming too?  But on top of all of that, there was a town meeting which pretty much turned into a lynching for the poor little girl.  Things were being said along the lines of she should have fought harder to get away and all of this bullshit.  I don't care how someone dresses, talks, or acts, NOBODY deserves to be brutally raped.  Shouldn't this town be focused on the fact that they have people in their precious community that are capable of committing this monstrous crime.  It makes my stomach turn.


I did my very first painting today.  See above.  Yeah it's not the greatest but its not that bad for being a first time painting.  I kinda like it.  It has personality.

LAZY SUNDAYS and stupid time changes!

So I completely spaced on the whole time change thing, that I am DEFINITELY not thrilled about!  I happen to like my extra hour of sleep thank you very much.  Although lately I haven't been able to take advantage of it because like clockwork, at 6 am, Spaz is scratching on the door of her kennel whining to get out which naturally starts my day off on the wrong foot because I just want to pull the covers over my head and go back to sleep because lets face it, that is way too damn early to be out of bed.


Last night I made the most ah-mazing (yes I had to space it out because thats how dramatically good it was) salmon and potatoes. mmmmmmmm I'm a piggy I know but thats ok.  I'm exercising so that cancels it out.  I keep looking at the clock wondering if it's ok to have lunch yet because I just keep thinking about how good it was.


I love Sunday mornings.  I'm sitting here vegging out on my couch taking a trip back to the 90's watching 90210.  And not like the "Valerie" days of 90210, but the Dillan, Kelley, Brenda love triangle 90210.  Real old school.  I watch and can't help but wonder what the hell they were thinking with those clothes.  I mean really?  I guess I shouldn't speak too quickly though because the more time goes on, the more we seem to be falling back into the styles of the 80's with mini skirts and ripped leggings with leather jackets, which by the way, let me be the first to say that some of the "styles" that are coming back, I wouldn't be caught dead in.  BARF!


I keep looking out the window in the kitchen and dreading finding someone to come cut the yard for fear that they will charge me my left kidney since it's been raining constantly here and now it looks like the clover monster has devoured my yard.  Please people, don't charge me an arm and a leg.  I'd like to not have to shank you with my rusty spoon.  Please and thank you !

I think I killed a lady bug....

I accidentally stepped on it when I was walking down my steps after checking the mail.  I hope she went to lady bug heaven.


So today was one of the worst days I've had in....a while.  It made me miss my Heather/Jess days.  I met Jess when I first moved on base.  She was the bubbly girl that was just so sweet and so polite that lived a couple of doors down.  I could give you this big drawn out story of how we became the best of friends, but the truth is I'd be lying.  I actually don't remember how the friendship grew to be as strong as it was.  I look back and I can't really remember not being friends with her.  I guess that's what instant connections are all about right?  She's been with me through some of the hardest parts of my life so far.  Held me through the tears and held my hand when my mom died and let me cry it out no matter what time it was or how random it was.  Ahhhh true friendship.  Anyway, none of this is the point.


We used to have Heather/Jess days.  (That's what we called them because we're nerdy like that)  We'd stay in pajamas and watch cartoon movies all morning long with her daughter Aubrey, and then as soon as aubrey went down for her nap it was time for what we liked to call "Mommy shows".  In other words all of the shows that she tivo'd for us that were not appropriate for Aubrey.  So there we were, hair ratty, eating our turkey and avocado sandwiches (because Jess makes the BEST turkey and avocado sandwiches!) making fun of each other and watching our mommy shows.  And it didn't matter what either one of us was dealing with at the time, for those couple of hours all was forgotten and everything was that much easier to deal with.  Yes.  I could have definitely used a Heather/Jess day.


But no, she upped and moved to Japan...pirate hooker!  (in the nicest sense of the words of course) I just really wanted my friend today....thank god for skype!

Gotta Keep Going.

So I've realized recently that no matter what happens to you or what life puts you through, you gotta keep pushing forward.  There's that saying of there's a reason that the people in your past didn't make it to your future.  Eventually, as much as it may hurt, you have to cut the people who are bringing you down out of your life because if you don't they are going to continue to do just that.  I'm trying my best to continue to look towards the future and not to think about those who are in my past because obviously if they are there, it's for a reason.

pugs...and cat poop?

Well hello all and welcome to my crazy life!  This is my first entry and hopefully there are many more to come.  I felt like with my hubby always being gone, (he's a marine and gone all the time but I love the big nerd.  What can I say?)  I felt like I needed something for myself to keep me sane in all of these long spells without him.  


So after getting back from dropping a friend off at a airport, I got home and checked the house to make sure that spaz the pug (oh yes, her name suits her perfectly) hadn't used to bathroom in the house because in my insane made dash out the door this morning because as usual, I was running late, I didn't put her in her kennel.  After realizing that all was in order, I sat down on the couch to have some much needed computer time to catch up on reading some blogs when I start to smell this horrible stench.  I look around to make sure that I didn't miss a corner when I was checking on her potty status when she turns around and runs away from me. hmmm...something isn't right here.  


So there she is hiding in the corner with a piece of CAT POOP in her mouth!!!  OH MY GOD!  Who does that.  I gagged and almost lost it right there in the hallway.  I just don't understand what possesses her to do these things??  What could go on in her little pug brain that would think Oreo's poop would be a good snack.  I don't get her weird little fetishes.  She has a thing about the cat poop, LOVES chewing on my hair pins (I mean doesn't that hurt?) and is obsessed with dirty panties.  That's just weird.  She will  be sneaky and wait until I'm in the shower and take my panties out of the hamper and run away with them.  I was cleaning under my bed during the week, doing last minute cleanup before the hubby gets back from Afghanistan when I find a little panty cave that she has created under the bed.  Seriously! Who does that????  But I can't help but love that cute little smashed in face!  

She's my baby even if the hubby says she's ugly!