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This morning I awoke to find our very pregnant cat missing. My first thought: Dangit! I knew I should have brought her in last night and put her in the crate. Now we’ll never find those kitties. As I waited rather patiently for the coffee to seep into every molecule of [...]

I learned that if I talk about laundry and all it’s horribleness I get a fair amount of comments. What gives?
Update: my sweet son (remember him? the one who almost had his mouth smacked off his face) got up that very night sometime around 3:00am-ish to use the bathroom and could not go back [...]

There are always changes in life. Some change is bad. Some change is good. Some changes we control with the decisions we make. Some changes just happen to us.
I deleted my Twitter weeks ago. I liked it a lot. I still do. I just did not like that I [...]

I hate it when my children ask me what’s for dinner. I despise it. Why? Because no one pays attention to the answer, only to the fact that some one asked a question that had the word dinner in it. So each little brain tunes in to that one single word and they wage a war against me each asking me one at a time only minutes apart, “What’s for dinner?” UGH! Why do they do this? I think it is to wear me down. Break me so they can tie me up and put on their Indian costumes and dance around me with tomahawks and yip and hoot like the Lost Boys and Indians in Peter Pan. When I get that question I often answer with something like, “Food”. They especially love it when I say something like “pickled pigs feet” or “hog jaws”. So when I am prepared (read organized) I love it when I have something in the kitchen for all of them to do - at least then they won’t be dancing around under my feet just getting in the way. That’s worse than the repetitive questioning.