The gas that wasn’t there…

BIG news! And now that I have your attention…please look at how awesome my new hair cut is! (I’ll wait)

My hairdresser ROCKS!

My hairdresser ROCKS!

Awesome right? I know! The real test of course will be tomorrow morning when I try to make it look this awesome. Sure to be a good time. Whenever I go really short I’m reminded of the MULTIPLE times my younger sister cut her hair as a child. Mind you she never cut more than a bit here or there, but she still did it. Of course this was before my mother threatened to shave her head if she did it again (this actually was an effective way to get her to stop). I will say my sister would only get this need to cut said hair right before weddings she was in. Hey maybe she really didn’t want to be a flower girl for the millionth time. But what do I know? Now her hair is long and awesome and yeah I’m a little jealous.

So what do I do? Cut it crazy short! But let’s face it, I make this look good! At least that’s what I tell myself. But seriously it is really cute and I do like it. There are downsides. Like I now must ALWAYS wear make-up. It dries SUPER quick so getting dressed will now become an Olympic sport. There are others, but most of all I’m in love with it and that my friends (all five of you who read this) is all that matters! It was time for a change and I ran with it.

In others news my hubbins is a mean to me. He LOVES to do anything that gets a reaction out of me. Like a chump I fall for it each and every time. I’ll be nice and not go into great detail, because I am an amazing wife. But let’s just say it involved locking the car windows and suckering me into thinking that there was a toxic gas trapped in the car with us. Yup this is the man I married. And no I wouldn’t pick anyone else. Gas or no gas.

The one with the cats

First, I should apologize for the minor cursing in the post from yesterday. It was uncalled for, plus my mother MIGHT have called me about it. So there’s that.

Now on to something completely different….Cats. Specifically my three cats: Ty, Allie (aka Alegria Mocha), and Georgia (aka Georgia Pussapotomas). All three are rescues and we love them. Unless they (ahem Allie) are trying to kill us.

Pretty much SPOT on.

Pretty much SPOT on. AGAIN sorry for the language in this one (Mom)!

Ty who I sometimes call Tyrion Lanniscat, because it amuses me, is our oldest at 10 or 11 years old. He’s also cost us the most monies. He had feline bartonella which cost a pretty penny to get tested for AND the meds were fun to attempt to give him. Yeah imagine two adults, one to hold the cat, the other to shove the dropper down his throat to make sure he got it. That was “good times”.

Recently he was diagnosed with hyper thyroid. How did we know something was up? He was being more of a jerk to his sisters than usual. Plus throwing up everywhere. So now it’s cheese wrapped pills for him. Again, good times. I think this is also when I started calling him Tyrion Laniscat. Ty does have some awesome qualities. He LOVES to snuggle. Plus when he purrs, he PURRS. Boy does he love to sing us the song of his people.

Who know what this man is up to really? (source

Who know what this man is up to really? (source

He looks a little evil here.

He looks a little evil here. Also pay no attention to Georgia’s rear end.

I must say the similarities are uncanny!

Now his sister Allie was adopted on the same day as Ty. So you know we figured there would be little hissing if they both came to live with us on the same day. Bahahaha! Ok I feel better now. Yeah the hissing was intense. It was all coming from Allie. Ty is by far the MOST relaxed cat I have ever met. Allie on the other hand whines or loudly mews when you so much as look at her, let alone try to *gasp* pick her up! She’s cost us the least amount of extra monies. However, that two weeks she was in heat (because you can’t get them fixed when they’re in heat) somewhere around our fourth week of having here was NOT the most fun we’ve ever had. Please spay and neuter your pets.

Allie reminds me a lot of Toothless from How to Train Your Dragon. Mostly because of the attitude and the fact that she is missing part of a fang. It’s really cute when she isn’t whining.

I get this look A LOT! (source

I get this look A LOT! (source



Finally, we have the baby of the bunch. Funny thing is Georgia is probably the biggest of the cats. But she’s also scared of life. The only people she’s super comfy with is me and my hubbins. The rest of the time she’s kind of like OMG THERE ARE OTHER PEOPLE IN THE HOUSE!, RUN AND HIDE! Yeah that is fun right there. She also has the most toes of all our cats. Which makes for litter clean-up fun every time she get out of the box. Her nickname is Shovel Paws McGee.

I will say she is a good little kitten (I know she’s two, whatever). She loves to snuggle  attack my feet at night. Georgia also enjoys people food like crazy. My hubbins feels she’s the most special of our cats and not in a nice way. More like in an Ed way from The Lion King.

Actually, I feel this is an accurate representation of all our cats: Ty=Banzai, Allie=Shenzi, and's like that. (source

Actually, I feel this is an accurate representation of all our cats: Ty=Banzai, Allie=Shenzi, and Georgia=Ed…it’s like that. (source

My hubbins and I love these three crazy furballs even if Allie tries to kill us with the flop and roll at our feet in the dark. Even when Ty pukes on the rug three inches from the kitchen floor. And yes even when Georgia (the cat of many toes) hits the litter box just as you finished scooping. Fact of the matter is they’re ours as much as we’re theirs. While they may be crazy, they sure are lovable. Other fact…when it comes time for them to head to that great big litter box in the sky I will be one hot mess.

But until that time I will give them the best their nine lives have to offer them. Now if you’ll excuse me someone must be cutting an onion nearby…

This light sucks AND my nose is HUGE

Today is/was Easter Sunday. Or as we call it in our house Zombie Jesus Day. Because we’re kind of jerks about the whole religion thing. But that’s a post for another time.

We did what most young married folks who don’t have kids do – went to my parents houses to mooch food. Plus my Dad has been home for a few weeks now and we really wanted to see him. Which quickly turned into us sort of picking on him. But if he’d just put in his hearing aids we wouldn’t have this issue. That is a story for another time.

I've taken to taking random photos of myself. I'm weird like that.

I’ve taken to taking random photos of myself. I’m weird like that.

This picture over here has NOTHING to do with food at my parents house. I just think it looks like a good picture of me if we don’t look at my nose or the weird thing going on with my neck.

Right anyway we were at my folks hanging with the family. Which was nice. My niece even made us some bookmarks with all her crochet stuff. She’s tried to teach me, but I can’t keep up!

Most of the time she had her nose in her DS game thing. Which is I guess what you do when you turn nine. I turned nine so long ago I couldn’t tell you what I thought was remotely cool back then. Google “cool toys in 1987” and let me know.

Dinner was amazing as usual. I also stuffed my face as usual. So much so I doubt I will eat anything else tonight. Seriously. While we were at my folks house we got to meet their new dog. Who is super awesome and I want to sneak him home with me. But I think my hubbins would notice.

Love him.

Love him.

I shit you not when I broke out my phone to take this picture of him he stood up, shook out his fur and posed like this! Too freaking cute. Plus just look at that face. What’s not to love? I mean really?

So sadly I did not dognap him THIS time. But yeah it might just happen. Maybe. For some reason we also ended up watching this History Channel program on THE BIBLE. I have no idea why we were watching. Or how much of the Bible would be covered. But the portion we were watching was all about Moses freeing the slaves. So my guess is all Old Testament and maybe some New. One of the perks of no cable is I may never know! Dun, dun, dunnnn!!

Once dinner was done and Bible watching. Hubbins and I headed off to see his folks for a bit before we had to fly home so he could head out to some geeky guy thing. At least he actually stopped the car to let me out. He was THAT late. So I did what any normal person would do when left to their own devices. Tried crap I’d seen on Pinterest. This is a link to the pin in question.

Now don’t get me wrong it totally worked wonders on my face, but a few things you should know…



This stuff gets rock hard on your face faster in less than 15 minutes. I really should have started taking it off as it started to get a little tight. Not the full fifteen minutes suggested. That shit* turned into cement on my face. So much so that I needed to use a wash cloth and hot water to soak it off. Also DO NOT use any moisturizer for a while after. It stings like a mofo! But on the upside it works!

Sure my face it a little red from scrubbing that crap off my face. But there isn’t a gross blackhead in sight! Which I consider a win. After all pain is beauty right? Of course I’m right I still have some of the mix in my eyebrow hair and I think I’ll just worry about that when I’m in the shower tomorrow morning.

Now to reward myself with a nice (small) glass of scotch. Or perhaps I’ll try a different take on a Captain Jack Harkness. This drink usually involves Cherry Coke, Captain Morgan, and Jack Daniels. But we are clear out of Cherry Coke. So I’m thinking Black Cherry cola might work in a pinch. Then again maybe I better stick to the scotch. No need to go crazy. After all there’s enough of that here as it is.

I have one huge nose. Thanks Dad!

I have one huge nose. Thanks Dad!

Enjoy what’s left of your Sunday. If you happen to have this coming week off…well you sort of suck. I’ll be working away. So think of me or don’t it’s cool.


*Sometimes I curse. I can’t always help it. I’ve tried.

But that was last night and this is almost noon

When last we left me I was complaining about biting the inside of my mouth/lip. So while I waited for the oven to preheat so I could finally get dinner going I thought gum would help with the biting. And it did until that inevitable moment where I went to bite on the gum and caught the inside of my cheek instead!

Naturally, after I did this I had to go and tell my husband. Because that’s what weird people like us do. I can’t explain it, we just roll with it. Thankfully his response was not some smart ass comment but a shrinking in pain with sympathy. Smart man, very smart man. FINALLY the oven was ready for my meh fish sticks. I say meh because of them being gluten free. Some things including fish sticks WERE NOT MEANT to be gf. But I’m glad they are so I can eats them.

Om nom nom...kind of.

Om nom nom…kind of.

They look way beter on the box. Trust me. I’m an expert! Now earlier in the day the Hubbins (who had the day off) was out running errands and knew I needed more yummy tartar sauce for said fish sticks. He texted to ask if any would do. I of course said sure. I mean how many brands could there be? He came home with this…

I wonder if there happens to be an ABLES cocktail sauce out there.

I wonder if there happens to be an ABLES cocktail sauce out there.

I have never hear of this brand. His response was that I had told him it didn’t matter and he was right. But I still expected the markets brand over something like this. Did it taste fine? Sure I mean you really can’t screw up tartar sauce too badly. I just like messing with him. I chowed down all the fish sticks and went back to interneting. While wasting my time on the internet I realized my husband was getting up super early the next morning. Which usually meant I would be getting up early too.

Long story short I went to bed and was quickly surrounded by two cats. Seriously they weigh 8.2 and 9.2 pounds respectively. So someone explain why when they get on either side of my legs they become little vises and I can’t move… Then they both started to sing me the song of their people furman(?) and I was soon asleep.

So did I wake up when my Hubbins got up. Yes, but I was quickly lulled back to sleep by a cat. To top it off the cats let me sleep in! Which could only mean my husband fed them before he left. Score one for him.

Today I thought about getting dressed and even did throw on pants, but let’s face it I didn’t want to deal with a belt today. Yoga pants covered in cat fir for the win! Paired of course with the “boob” shirt as we now call it. Let me explain, there is this website called The deal is they only sell one shirt per day. Once the day is done the shirt is GONE for good. I’ve bought a few things from them recently as their shirts run to the geeky side of things.

A few weeks ago they had their grab bag sale. They do print some extras of the shirts or something like that and ever six months they do a $6 grab bag offer. You pick your size and you get a mystery shirt. Well, I got one for me and one for the Hubbins. His shirt was all kinds of cool spells from Harry Potter. I got a Halo shirt…

The only part truth to the shirt is the wording at the top UNSTABLE - it happens to the best of us.

The only part truth to the shirt is the wording at the top UNSTABLE – it happens to the best of us.

Thus the “boob” shirt is born. Said shirt is also only worn when I don’t plan to leave the house. It sure is comfy, but yeah not something I feel I can wear out…yet. Then this week Teefury did a very MEAN thing to me. They offered up not one, but TWO Sherlock (BBC version) shirts! What the hell?! I am not made of money here people! But I did buy both, shhh! Hey they were both very cool and I will post pictures of them when they arrive.

So now the rest of the day is mine to do with as I please. My guess is more internets, reading, working on my own book (I have a new idea), and things like that. Camp NaNoWriMo starts Monday for a month. I’ve signed up, but I’m not really into pushing myself like I did for regular NaNoWriMo. But I’m going to see where the month takes me.

Enjoy your Saturday!

Nothing to see here…

I’ve just spent the last 3 hours on the internets reading mindless stuff. Which isn’t a super huge problem. After all it is Friday and I have nowhere to be until Sunday. You know for Easter dinner.

Hopefully this year I can stop myself from answering the phone without saying “Happy zombie Jesus day.” That did not go over well when my niece was on the other end of that call…on speaker phone. Let’s just say my mother not pleased. My husband on the other hand thought it was HILARIOUS…

On a side note I’m freaking hungry. Which I’m now noticing after I’ve apparently tried to eat the inside of my lip/mouth for the last half hour. AKA stress bitting the SHIT out of the inside of my lip/mouth for the last half hour. So um I’m going to go eat. But first THESE came in the mail today. So I’m going to have ALL the reading! Or something like it.

Reading is FUNdamental!

Reading is FUNdamental!

Yes, yes…

I know it’s been a while. But I’ve been busy. You know doing things! Lots of things. None of which I’m ready to share with folks right now. But there have been ups and downs to these things and well, you will just have to keep your pants on and wait!

In the mean time I dug out my DSLR and took a photo or two. Here’s one of them…

One of the roses from the hubbins for V-day.

One of the roses from the hubbins for V-day.

Yet another virus?

Either I ate something bad or I caught a bug from someone AGAIN! This is seriously getting old. I really feel like if someone even mentions they know someone who has something that I might as well take to my bed there and then because I will somehow get it…

I’m not kidding either. It sucks, so I’m really hoping it is something I ate and this will pass. But something tells me it might just be a virus AND won’t be passing me by anytime soon. So I’ll just make myself comfy on this here couch.

Halp I'm trapped! But he is warm and is cheering me up.

Halp I’m trapped! But he is warm and is cheering me up.


Well, that appointment for me turned out to be a BUST for now. Sigh…just do what I want you to do you know like diagnos me or whatever it is you doctors do. Is that so hard a thing to ask for? Apparently so. I ended up with a wait and see from the Rheumatologist. Yeah that’s what I wanted to hear on a day when I can hardly bend my fingers and had to wear slip on shoes because I could handle tying my own shoes.

/end rant