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    Monday, July 23, 2007

    Surprise In A Can

    Imagine Greg's shock and heeby-jeebyness when he took some trash out yesterday, looked into the empty can and saw THIS:


    POSSUMS!

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    ...and they were still there when we got home. The Humane Society said they like to sleep in trash cans, and they tear up trash to get at the bugs that get in trash outside. I would like to add a disclaimer that this crappy old trash can is not ours in origin, it was left by the previous owners and we keep it out there as a spare...

    So they had to go...



    Never boring at our house...but I guess I'm glad this is the biggest drama we have around here!

    Sunday, July 22, 2007

    Need to be sleeping

    ...right now anyway. But more than that, what I REALLY need is to be busy this week, so hopefully you won't see me on here much! LOTS to do. I am taking on the laundry bitch head-on. She is going down. And then I'm tackling that storage room past the laundry room. I know there's some shit in there I've been looking for. AND some shit that needs to go. And this week I'm getting to it.

    Greg's 34th birthday is Wednesday, and since we have a sitter we'll be going to dinner sans children, at Famous Dave's, per Greg's request. It's about his favorite place to go, that's for sure. I think I'll eat light this week until then so I can pig out there. Great plan, huh? Yeah, I'm a food genius. Yeah right. That's why I'm a fatty patty.

    But other than Greg's birthday (which is one of my favorite days of the year) there's not much going on around here, and that's fine with me for once. Outside is a mess - I have branches to bundle, and more to cut out of the lilac bush in the back. I have landscaping tarp to replace, and some new to plot out and lay, and watering and trimming and planting to do, and it's too stinking hot to be out there doing it. But I'll have to suck it up and do it soon, anyway. The yard looks like CRAP! It's bad enough the damn grass is dying from the lack of rain, but everything else is crappy, too! Gotta get on that.

    Speaking of outside, we had two furry visitors today at our house. More on those later. Nighty night, all. And Happy Monday!

    Just a Sunday....

    ...and that's OK for once. Little sis and her family were here overnight, we had a nice visit. The kids have fun together but get less patient as the visit goes on, but they always forget that by the time it's time to see each other again. Samantha said she wanted the kids to "stay with us forever"...

    Soooo, what's up in Cathy's World today?

    I need to get out and do some yardwork, but it's damn hot again. Blech. Maybe later on today...or maybe not...

    Jackson climbed up four steps today, I was stunned and called for Daddy to come share the moment. Fortunately Jackson thought that was high enough, too, and crawled back down. I am NOT ready for him to be doing that yet - I have a hard enough time keeping track of him on ONE level of the house. He, however, doesn't seem to give a fat crap what Mommy is ready for. Mommy is also ready to sleep all night again...you think he gives one rip about that, either? No.

    My Google Analytics is finally giving me reports so I can see how many visitors I'm getting, which is kind of cool...not anything too specific, unfortunately for me (and fortunately for those of you who lurk, whose eyes I also appreciate on my pages...your anonymity is safe), but it's nice to know that I'm not just talking to myself. Well, I DO talk to myself, but that's another story. I would however, LOVE to have you leave a comment, if you don't already, so I know who is reading! Unless you're just gonna call me a bitch or something...I already know that. Dealt with it, fine with it, over it. I don't see that changing any time soon.

    What else...I did start an honest-to-goodness handwritten journal, which grows by several pages a day. As a writer, it's an intersting experience to write something that no one else (presumably) will ever read. How you express thoughts, feelings, how you refer to people and places is different, and the more you do it, the more it becomes akin to your own thought process rather than a writing that would even be INTENDED for anyone else to read. And looking back at the previous days' words is like having a snapshot of how my day was that day. Interesting.

    It's not that they are even things I wouldn't want to share with you, my loyal readers...sometimes it's just random thoughts about my day, my kids, or whatever...and sometimes it's a much-needed private kick in the pants from me to me. I could do that here, but you are all so wonderful about encouraging me, and uplifting me, and while I need/crave/desire/look for that from you, sometimes I need to take myself out behind the woodshed and NOT get let off the hook until I fix my attitude. Sometimes I need my mental ass kicked. And sometimes I'm just the guy to do that.

    Samantha is lounging in an afternoon tub, her frogs and duckies a-flashing and a-floating, although flashing more dimly all the time (big thanks to Kae for the best bath toys EVER!). Now I hear the water draining, so Daddy must be getting her out. That means my quiet time is about over for now...later today we're going to Big Lots for the "Buzz Club Friends and Family Night" which gets us 20% off Big Lots already-incredibly low prices! We ARE a Big Lots family, I'll say it out loud, fuck it. I like a bargain, and Big Lots is chock-full of them....is it "chock-full" or chocked-full"? Hmmm, have to look that up now...unless Deb already knows, which she probably does, and then she can post and tell me...

    Yep, now I have a nuggly Samantha bear on my lap in a towel, ready for her snack time. Snack doesn't sound half bad...

    Wishing you a great Sunday and an even-better week to come...

    Wednesday, July 18, 2007

    Gosh, Isn't Once a Decade Often Enough?

    Apparently not. It's rather embarassing and speaks to what piss-poor care I take of myself, but I do not remember the last time I was at the dentist. I am fairly sure I was still in my house on 20th St, so that means at least 9, and more likely, 10 years ago was the last time anyone other than my children stuck their fingers in my mouth. And now the time as come to pay the drill-weilding piper. And he WILL be coming at me with a drill, no doubt.

    I have...at least...two, maybe three cavities, that I can be SURE of. Probably more, I have horrible enamel on my teeth, since childhood I've been told I just don't have good enamel. One of them is a tooth that's a baby tooth (yes, a baby tooth) that's already been filled once, so who knows what they'll do with it now.

    And the REALLY good news is that #1) I don't HAVE a dentist here in Omaha, and #2) of the THIRTEEN dentists' offices in Omaha that I have called, NONE can see me any time soon. So now I get to suffer until I can do this crap-shoot known as picking a dentist...

    It's a good thing I take better care of my kids than I do myself, or I'd get them taken away from me. Gotta run...

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