More thoughts of a cat

"Just soaking up the love."

or

"When

was I

downgraded to pillow status?."

or

"When do we eat?

Thoughts of a cat

"Yes, I do think I am human... and no, I am not fat, just fluffy. And yes, if you get up from this chair for 30 seconds, I will claim it as my own. Any other questions??"

Germs, they are a spreadin'

The Hubby came home early with a 101 degree fever. If you read my last entry, you know I am already dealing with Sir Droolsalot and me, myself, am on the mend. Now the Big Guy is down for the count....

More sickness, the below zero weather, and the breeze that continues to blow through our apartment is all going to make for a fun-filled weekend!!!

Our Love, or something like that, is contagious.

Valentines Day. It is supposed to be a day of Love, flowers, candy, and romance. But yesterday, I learned it could also mean rashes, fevers, and painful blisters on hands and feet. That's right folks, for Valentines Day, the Babe and I got Hand Foot and Mouth Disease! Not only are we uncomfortable, we are contagious! Its a virus that just has to run its course. It causes sores on your palms and feet, and sores in your mouth. It probably explains my earlier entry of wanting to remove my own tonsils. It would probably also explain why the Babe wants to have an entire diet of soft mushy fruit snacks. Now the only thing that remains to be seen is if the Hubby falls prey to the virus. For now, we will continue with our quarantine....

Stupidity

Stupidity:

Britney does more by 10am

than you do all day!

ugh....

I would like to remove my tonsils with a spoon right now. They feel the size of tennis balls and like someone took a cheese grater to them. Along with the fever and aching, it has been a fun weekend. The Hubby checked the Babe's ears tonight, and because it is a Sunday evening, of course they both had to be infected!!! Anybody else out there think $35 for Amoxicillin is a bit expensive!!!!!! Yeah... that's been our weekend...

Yippee!!!

For those of you who know... there has been a big exam looming over this household for a few months. I am glad to say. as of yesterday, IT'S DONE!! Ok, so we won't know the results for a few weeks , but the Hubby felt really good about all 8 hours of the exam, and now maybe we can all get back to normal, if we remember what THAT is...Next task at hand... sorting and packing. YUCK.

Just wondering

Lets just say, hypothetically, that you realize it is "too quiet." (If you are a parent, you know what I am talking about.) And you find your toddler cradling and cuddling a gray furry square of cottony-like material, like gray fiber-fill. He is "loving" it. You are momentarily pround that is he being "gentle" with something. But then suppose you realize he is sitting right in front of the subwoofer speaker (i.e. the speaker with a hole in the front that produces the bass sound). And let's just say you know that someone's arm, and it's not yours, fits perfectly inside that hole...... do you think this means bad things for the subwoofer?

This is hypothetically speaking, of course.....

Reminds me of...

My cousin commented on my Porsche SUV post about the Hummer line of SUVs . I have to agree with him, and whenever I see one on the road, the Simpsons episode of the "Canyonero" comes to mind. See this link and click on the Canyonero Song. Its a good laugh.

DUH....

Ok, honestly, I have been feeling sorry for myself, thinking no one found any of my insights entertaining. Little did I know I had my "Edit Comments" turned on... and I had to FIRST read them and THEN publish them.... Now there are a lot... ok, actually only 8, comments on my blog! Oh the joy of little rewards!

How I see it

As I was running errands today, saw a Porsche SUV. Now, I didn't even know Porsche would stoop to this level, but I was mistaken. This is how I see it: Lets pretend for a moment, I had more money than I knew what to do with, and decided I wanted a Porsche. I believe the point of having a Porsche is so that I could, let's say, go pick up my best friend Petra, and only her, we could use valet parking while we drank expensive wine at lunch and then go buy shoes.... and lot of shoes... and they could all be different black shoes........ahh, but I digress. My point is, a Porsche is a two-seater... a FAST two seater... a car that screams "Mid-life crisis" or "He got the 25 year old, I got the Porsche."

Now here is how I see the Porsche SUV. SUVs are generally designed as the modern day station wagon, i.e carting the kids around. I haven't been at this parenthood a long time, but let's say you spend the equivalent of a small African country's gross national product, and bought the, what is it called, oh yeah, the Cayenne. While the kid is kicking the back of your sumptuous, inviting leather seat, with his muddy shoes, that oh, he also walked through dog poo with, he is throwing his tippy cup at your head. But wait, the plug didn't get securely placed in the cup, and you have 12 oz of milk sprayed throughout your cockpit, your surroundings are spacious and wonderfully accommodating. And now they have their daily supply of calcium too. Finely cultivated and attentively finished, the interior immerses you in control and comfort. (That is if, by chance, you ever got to drive it alone.) Now the sun comes out and after 3 or 4 days, and despite your vehicle being blessed with its athletic abilities that are reflected in a broad stance and aggressive four-tube sports tailpipe, it stinks just like my lil' ol Subaru. And that is how I see it.