Tuesday, June 17, 2008

Monday, June 16, 2008

uh.... ok dad...whatever

So, yesterday and last night, being Fathers Day, mom and I left the T.V. remote in dads hands. I think the channel was stuck on the golf channel or something as we rarely saw anything but that throughout the day from the time they got home from church to the moment he shut it off to go to bed. Most of the time dad has a pretty good understanding of what is going on, regardless the game, even if he has slept through the majority of it. I will say though, he really threw mom and I off when during a commercial, he uttered these words..." I believe if I took Viagra, I'd have to have a Motorcycle."

Thursday, June 12, 2008


so, kitteh has recovered from the bath, only to traumatise herself all in the name of luv. yes the incredibly agile yet slightly handicapped kitteh, was leaning as far forward as possible on a table ledge just to get a glimpse of her grandma (my mom). She absolutely loves my mother... what cat doesn't admire the ones least likely to love them? so, last night as we were all watching "so you think you can dance" (cat included)she tried her best to lean into moms direction for attention and as gravity would have it, she plummeted to the ground busting the myth that all cats land on all four. She is ok, pride aside and is yet again, tonight, sitting on that table ledge crying out to grandma to love on her.

Saturday, June 7, 2008


.... said the cat as she was placed into the tub for a much needed scrubbin.

yes, she now has a mad, and yes, that mad is me, and no, she isn't speaking to me for now, but she will get over it. she always does as soon as the nippy gets out of the bag.

herrrreee fishy fishy...

yesterday i was reminded just how much i miss being a kid. i gazed into the most gorgeous two toned blue, starburst eyes i think i have ever looked in. the eyes of my little red-headed groupie while we were riding a train at the zoo.
i learned "bamboo" is a funny word if you say enough times in a row, stuffed purple snakes are just as exciting as trains, drums, elephants and lazy monkeys and that gigantic fish behind a glass eventually do come right up to you if you say "here fishy fishy". of course you can also get even the toughest of critics to smile if you say "cheese pizza" at just the right time. if you play your cards right, there just might be a huge fountain to go play in on the hottest of days and on the grown up side, it doesnt hurt to end the day with two pinacoladas....

catty parents....

Wednesday, June 4, 2008

late night snacks are bad- mmkay?

Last night I fell asleep with Ally Sheedy, we lived out bits an pieces of our life similar to the movie High Art, but eventually she left me for her current husband, Lansbury. So I went on and married Johnny Depp. When she decided to divorce now said soon to be ex husband and came back to me she couldn't quite get the message to me since Johnny and I were on some cruise, singing Disney Broadway show tunes and hunting for some elusive black gem stone. I really need to quit eating the pickles, pizza and ice cream after midnight.

Tuesday, June 3, 2008

my cat was watching what??!

Greetings from the ol' folks home... I actually ventured out today and had conversation with someone my own age... it was a bit of culture shock but thoroughly enjoyed. Although, while I was out, my mother and father apparently had a day. The highlight of it seemed to be the failure of dad attempting to make dinner, since the bad child that I am, wasn't home on time. (I was stuck in a storm, in 5 o'clock traffic, behind three different accidents....) Dad apparently decided to warm something that was far past edible for the two of them to eat. He was lucky enough however , not to burn his fingers.
So, for the remainder of this evening mom has been filling me on on grocery shopping at the base 101 for tomorrows field trip. It ought to be fun to watch me an dad bumble our way though that tomorrow. I've also gotten filled in on every conversation and miscommunication that the two of them had while I was gone. ooooooo joyous. gotta love my folks though, they find the oddest things to quarl about. Today it was mom wanting to make it into the kitchen for a bite to eat. She wasn't going to be in there for long, but the usual routine is get up, shut off the soap opera in the living room and turn it on in the kitchen. mom has had a bit of a difficult time getting around the last couple days, but bless dad's heart, god forbid the routine is changed. She managed to get into the kitchen and get out what she needed for lunch when dad starts to holler to her asking why she left the t.v. on. Her answer was so humerous, it's no wonder dad wasn't sure of what he heard (aside from the obvious point that he's going deaf) dad was so puzzled this apparently got to be a heated discussion before it was over. Now, for all who know me, they know my mother claims to hate cats. She only tolerates the one living here because mystie's mine and she's 14 years old. other than that, we are not supposed to acknowledge that mom talks often to my cat, pets her, and makes sure she is comfortable and safe. Everyday mom fills me in on something I might have missed about mystie's day.
Now, the reason mom didn't turn off the t.v. , she felt it would be rude as she was only going to be in the kitchen for a couple minutes and mystie was contently watching "days of our lives."

Monday, June 2, 2008

beware of plastic wrap..

Mom hasn't been able to walk really well lately. somethings wrong with her hip or lower back again, so, I've been taking over when it comes to the daily "house chores". I have no problem with cleaning, dusting, sweeping, laundry, folding, ironing...etc all those little domestic Susie homemaker thingys. But anyone and everyone that knows me, knows I don't cook. not often enough to know what the heck I'm doing in a kitchen *safely* anyway.(unless its a fried egg sandwich on a bagel.) so... there I was making dinner...some kinda pasta,tomato, ham and cheese dish thing... I had some stuff in the microwave with plastic wrap over it, to prevent splattering,and of course, my attention was diverted by the bread in the toaster when I reached into the microwave to remove the plastic wrap...BAD IDEA. see, apparently steam accumulates under that handy barrier, and becomes a billowing ,burning,rush of pain when you lift it from the dish. my left fingers are not very happy with me right now. I mean, I just started to get feeling back in them and I try to burn them off! but, dad is being a sweetheart and doing the dishes tonight, and apparently the dinner was edible, so everything is o.k. in the end. but mental note to self...from now on, DON"T DO THAT AGAIN. (the burning plastic wrap thingy) I need a cookie with sprinkles... ;)