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I don't know what the hell I am doing, but I am on there.
Somewhere.
If you can figure out how to find me, friend me please.
Just let me know that you are a blog friend and I will accept.
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Thursday, January 22, 2009
Friday, January 16, 2009
A Request
Hot Belly Mama wanted to hear about how we treat our animals. She is having issues with her cats. Read her blog post about it.......here.
So this is how the cats get treated. The dogs will be some other post.
Our animals have it pretty sweet most of the time. We have 2 dogs, Duke (a 2 year old lab) and Molly (a 5 year old blue heeler/terrier mix). We used to have 2 cats (Karma and PJ) but Duke tried to eat them when they snuck inside the house so my parents stole them from us.
Oh the horror! The cats slept outside. Call PETA, quick!
Whatever. The cats ended up at their house while we were in Colorado visiting MIL and StepFIL at Christmas. My mom finally confessed that my dad was talking about kitty napping them for at least a month.
Before we got Duke, the cats were indoor/outdoor cats. (LoL I type indoor/outdoor and I think carpet.) The cats were fine with it. They had beds, toys, food and water.
So this is how the cats get treated. The dogs will be some other post.
Our animals have it pretty sweet most of the time. We have 2 dogs, Duke (a 2 year old lab) and Molly (a 5 year old blue heeler/terrier mix). We used to have 2 cats (Karma and PJ) but Duke tried to eat them when they snuck inside the house so my parents stole them from us.
Oh the horror! The cats slept outside. Call PETA, quick!
Whatever. The cats ended up at their house while we were in Colorado visiting MIL and StepFIL at Christmas. My mom finally confessed that my dad was talking about kitty napping them for at least a month.
Before we got Duke, the cats were indoor/outdoor cats. (LoL I type indoor/outdoor and I think carpet.) The cats were fine with it. They had beds, toys, food and water.
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Recall
There is a recall on Austin Crackers, made by Kellogs.
Read the MSN article HERE
Specifically, the crackers are Toasted Peanut Butter Sandwich Crackers, Peanut Butter and Jelly Sandwich Crackers, Cheese and Peanut Butter Sandwich Crackers, and Peanut Butter-Chocolate Sandwich Crackers.
We just pulled the PB&J crackers out of our vending machines at work.
Just a friendly reminder to toss them!
Read the MSN article HERE
Specifically, the crackers are Toasted Peanut Butter Sandwich Crackers, Peanut Butter and Jelly Sandwich Crackers, Cheese and Peanut Butter Sandwich Crackers, and Peanut Butter-Chocolate Sandwich Crackers.
We just pulled the PB&J crackers out of our vending machines at work.
Just a friendly reminder to toss them!
Another Bulldog Bite
I am so pissed I could scream.
Hubbs had to take FIL and the bulldog to the vet yesterday. (FIL has muscular dystrophy so he can't manage the dog at the vet alone) So StepMIL watched Monk Man while they were gone. This is the first time Monk Man had been over to FIL's house since the Thanksgiving fiasco.
The guys get back, the dog comes running in the door and goes straight for Monk Man. Stupid dog bites at Monk Man's arm and gets his sleeve.
Well, when I got home, Hubbs told me the story so of course I wanted to make sure the dog didn't leave any teeth marks on Monk Man's skin.
I pulled up his sleeve and sure as shit there is a mark. It looked like the dogs teeth pinched his arm through his shirt.
I am so done. Done, done, done. I am putting my foot down about this whole dog thing. There is NO way my kids are going to be put in the position to possibly be maimed by a stupid dog.
I don't understand WHY it is so hard for FIL to understand that I don't want the damn dog around my boys! Its easy!
I really hate that they have put me in this position. I really don't want to cut them out of our lives (because I feel that the boys NEED a relationship with their grandparents) but if I have to be a bitch about this stupid freaking mean ass dog, I will be.
The kids safety comes first. Period.
Hubbs had to take FIL and the bulldog to the vet yesterday. (FIL has muscular dystrophy so he can't manage the dog at the vet alone) So StepMIL watched Monk Man while they were gone. This is the first time Monk Man had been over to FIL's house since the Thanksgiving fiasco.
The guys get back, the dog comes running in the door and goes straight for Monk Man. Stupid dog bites at Monk Man's arm and gets his sleeve.
Well, when I got home, Hubbs told me the story so of course I wanted to make sure the dog didn't leave any teeth marks on Monk Man's skin.
I pulled up his sleeve and sure as shit there is a mark. It looked like the dogs teeth pinched his arm through his shirt.
I am so done. Done, done, done. I am putting my foot down about this whole dog thing. There is NO way my kids are going to be put in the position to possibly be maimed by a stupid dog.
I don't understand WHY it is so hard for FIL to understand that I don't want the damn dog around my boys! Its easy!
I really hate that they have put me in this position. I really don't want to cut them out of our lives (because I feel that the boys NEED a relationship with their grandparents) but if I have to be a bitch about this stupid freaking mean ass dog, I will be.
The kids safety comes first. Period.
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Whoops
I was watching Nip/Tuck last night while Monk Man was passed out on the floor.
Or so I thought.
There was a scene where one of the guys looks at the guy he thought was a chick and says, "Whoah! You have a penis!" The guy/chick responds with, "Yeah, it goes with my balls."
I thought this was HILARIOUS and laughed my ass off.
Fast forward to today at lunch time. Hubbs, Monk Man and I are at the table, finishing lunch. Monk Man spouts off with, "Mom! I have a penis. It goes with my balls!" And he ran away giggling to his "office" (playroom). Hubbs and I looked at each other and busted up laughing.
I didn't have the heart to punish him because he technically didn't say any bad words.
I really thought he was asleep during that whole show, but I guess not.
I need TiVo so I can watch what I want after the kids go to bed.
Or so I thought.
There was a scene where one of the guys looks at the guy he thought was a chick and says, "Whoah! You have a penis!" The guy/chick responds with, "Yeah, it goes with my balls."
I thought this was HILARIOUS and laughed my ass off.
Fast forward to today at lunch time. Hubbs, Monk Man and I are at the table, finishing lunch. Monk Man spouts off with, "Mom! I have a penis. It goes with my balls!" And he ran away giggling to his "office" (playroom). Hubbs and I looked at each other and busted up laughing.
I didn't have the heart to punish him because he technically didn't say any bad words.
I really thought he was asleep during that whole show, but I guess not.
I need TiVo so I can watch what I want after the kids go to bed.
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Making the Rounds
Tomorrow is Visit the Blogroll Day for me. I have not visited you all in a while so I have some catching up to do.
See you all at your blogs!
P.S. I have a new blog. It is called Tales From The Pantry and is my FOOD place. All about food. Buying, storing, cooking, serving and eating.
So if you all like my recipes, that is where they are moving to.
See you all at your blogs!
P.S. I have a new blog. It is called Tales From The Pantry and is my FOOD place. All about food. Buying, storing, cooking, serving and eating.
So if you all like my recipes, that is where they are moving to.
Monday, January 12, 2009
It Has Been A While
Oh hell, were we ever sick.
The boys passed the puking on to me and Hubbs.
Then the boys would get it again.
This cycle went through our house until Friday. We all started feeling better and I disinfected all weekend.
I hate being sick. Especially now that I have kids.
It used to not matter if I got sick. I could sleep all day and get well. But now, life revolves around taking care of kids, no matter how sick and tired I am.
I guess that comes with the territory.
The boys passed the puking on to me and Hubbs.
Then the boys would get it again.
This cycle went through our house until Friday. We all started feeling better and I disinfected all weekend.
I hate being sick. Especially now that I have kids.
It used to not matter if I got sick. I could sleep all day and get well. But now, life revolves around taking care of kids, no matter how sick and tired I am.
I guess that comes with the territory.
Thursday, January 1, 2009
Barf
Monk Man has been throwing up since he woke up this morning.
On the half hour, every half hour.
Uuuuhhhhhhhhhgggggggg.
Poor little dude. He is so pasty white.
Hubbs finally got dressed and bought some Sprite around 2 and it seems to have helped Monk Man's tummy enough to be able to crash in the recliner. But now Bobblehead is pissed because he can't share Monk Man's soda with him.
I have to get the bathroom bleached and the living room carpet shampoo'd this afternoon.
Oh Goody.
On the half hour, every half hour.
Uuuuhhhhhhhhhgggggggg.
Poor little dude. He is so pasty white.
Hubbs finally got dressed and bought some Sprite around 2 and it seems to have helped Monk Man's tummy enough to be able to crash in the recliner. But now Bobblehead is pissed because he can't share Monk Man's soda with him.
I have to get the bathroom bleached and the living room carpet shampoo'd this afternoon.
Oh Goody.
What A Way To Kick Off The New Year
Are you tired of reading me bitch about the stupid railroad?
Yes? Sorry. You might want to skip this post.
No? Awesome! I need to ramble and vent.
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We are so getting screwed.
No matter where Hubbs decides to chase work to, he wont be able to stay working for long. He has around 2000 people with less seniority under him (which would normally be good) but we have heard that the railroad is going to cut off 2500-3000 people.
We have discussed it and have decided that it would be better to stay home with the boys and collect unemployment instead of going somewhere, working for a while and then having to come home.
With what we have saved in the bank and what I make at my job, we can make it until May. I am not so worried about the money really. We have made it work before on less (but without kids). But we will be losing our insurance after 3 months.
THAT is what is scaring me.
I just got the medical bills all paid off last January from the last time we had to go without insurance in 2005.
There is a little good news though. As soon as our insurance runs out, I can get the kids enrolled with Kids Care (a state program like ACCHSS). We will be falling within the income limits/family size thing.
And we own our home, so no mortgage. Yay! It isn't much, but it is ours and paid for.
Plus, Hubbs makes a better housewife than I do (I call him the kitchen bitch.....LoL). The house will be SO CLEAN!!! And I can start leaving him "To Do" lists again. He can get everything ready for the yard sale I have been meaning to have for a year now.
I guess it could be worse.
Yes? Sorry. You might want to skip this post.
No? Awesome! I need to ramble and vent.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
We are so getting screwed.
No matter where Hubbs decides to chase work to, he wont be able to stay working for long. He has around 2000 people with less seniority under him (which would normally be good) but we have heard that the railroad is going to cut off 2500-3000 people.
We have discussed it and have decided that it would be better to stay home with the boys and collect unemployment instead of going somewhere, working for a while and then having to come home.
With what we have saved in the bank and what I make at my job, we can make it until May. I am not so worried about the money really. We have made it work before on less (but without kids). But we will be losing our insurance after 3 months.
THAT is what is scaring me.
I just got the medical bills all paid off last January from the last time we had to go without insurance in 2005.
There is a little good news though. As soon as our insurance runs out, I can get the kids enrolled with Kids Care (a state program like ACCHSS). We will be falling within the income limits/family size thing.
And we own our home, so no mortgage. Yay! It isn't much, but it is ours and paid for.
Plus, Hubbs makes a better housewife than I do (I call him the kitchen bitch.....LoL). The house will be SO CLEAN!!! And I can start leaving him "To Do" lists again. He can get everything ready for the yard sale I have been meaning to have for a year now.
I guess it could be worse.
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