It's official. I've turned into a cat lady. The kittens are my babies.
My hubby: The cats are on the counter!
Me: Oh, I didn't even notice. (They are right in front of me.)
I come home from work, put down my bags, and pet all of the cats and the dog before taking another step.
My hubby: Maybe if I had more fur and walked around on four legs, you would come give me some attention.
I laugh. He's so funny.
I can completely relate to these comics. You can find more of them at cat versus human, if you like them.
Monday, March 31, 2014
It's official. I've turned into a cat lady. The kittens are my babies.
thoughts from daisy at 12:05 PM
Tuesday, March 11, 2014
I'm so disappointed...I filled my little thermos jug with the most wonderful coffee this morning: Starbucks Tribute Blend coffee with just the right amount of cream--have you tried it?! It's like a smooth slice of heaven in a cup. I know, I mix my metaphors quite frequently. You'll get used to it. LOL. But if you tried it, I bet you would agree with me, without any more thought to my metaphors at all.
Getting it in the thermos was all good and fine. However, I left said thermos on the kitchen counter, and all I can do at work this morning is think longingly of my delicious coffee, SITTING AT HOME! It makes me sad.
I might have to buy another bag of beans on the way home. It is a seasonal coffee, after all, and it's only here for a limited time each year. Scoop it up quick before it's gone!
Sunday, October 27, 2013
When I look at this picture now, thirty some years after it was taken, I can see the children's personalities popping out at me. Like Willy, the oldest, who is on the left side holding Melissa, the baby. He is happy to be in charge of something. He was always the one who was breaking ground for everyone else, always wanted to have just a little more of anything than the other kids. I'm sure that it was just for reassurance that he hadn't been knocked off his firstborn throne no matter how many kids came along.
There are some benefits to being the oldest, you know, and he was determined to make the most of them. He was always the one who would come quietly on the side, turning on the charming smile, and then while I was still smiling back at him, would ask if I had any treats or money he could have. Nothing made him happier than that. But of course, he couldn't keep it a secret for long. He would have to let one of the kids know what he got, and before long, someone else would come find me, wanting the same thing he had gotten. Kids are so funny.
And then, there is Robert, the next oldest, who was the happiest little guy I
When he was young, he was content to play second fiddle to Willy's position in first chair, but as he got older, he learned that he could get quite a reaction out of Willy if he teased him in just the right way, and armed with that knowledge, the sibling war began. The first inkling I would have that trouble was brewing was when I'd hear two sets of footsteps thundering down the hallway into the living room as Robert, giggling like crazy, tried to outrun Willy after he had pushed him just that little bit too far. And then Willy would wreak his revenge with a well-placed punch, and when I scolded him for hitting, he would get so mad because Robert didn't get in trouble, too.
Diane, the next one to the right in the picture, was the first girl, and she acted just as much like a firstborn as Willy did. It was no wonder that they butted heads constantly. Even at two-and-a-half, she always tried to do things the right way, and I think it was important to her to have things work the way they should. Her earnest efforts to manage everything perfectly tugged at my heartstrings. Diane loved to know how things should be, what the rules were, and what people were supposed to be doing because then she could tell the other kids what they were supposed to be doing, and she'd tell me when they did something they weren't supposed to be doing. She didn't like surprises; she like to know exactly what to expect and when to expect it. In this picture, you can see some of the seriousness in her eyes, even though a half smile is quirking up one side of her mouth.
Melissa was only about six months old here, but she was another happy-go-lucky one. The only time she cried was when she was hungry or tired. Her hair had a mind of its own, growing every which way it could, even straight up, flopping over when it got too long. The little grin you see here reflected her sunny personality already at this age. The novelty of having a baby sister hadn't worn off yet, but as they got older, there was some rivalry going on, more so on Diane's part, I think, as she tried to cope with not being the youngest and the center of attention anymore.
Melissa was more even tempered than Diane was, and the age difference made it more apparent. Diane was going through what is fondly called "The Terrible Twos," but Melissa was still in the stage where she didn't get into much. She couldn't. She wasn't even crawling at that age. And she was usually happy just finding a toy on the floor she could play with. Her smile matches the smiles of the other kids, and it reminds me of the innocence of childhood and the simplicity of daily life with children. There are no world records that can measure this kind of success; you can see their happiness on their faces.
But even more than the children and the fortunate serendipity of catching them all with a smile on their faces, the rest of the picture tells the rest of the story. Our couch reflected the wear and tear that four busy babies had inflicted on it. We bought that couch after Robert was born, and already, it had started to fray. The welted edge coming loose from the cushion next to Diane tells about the constant push and pull on the couch cushions that was a daily occurrence in our house. The cushions came off the couch to make a fort, and then got laid down to soften the floor when the kids did somersaults across the living room. One of the kids would lay on the base of the couch bed, and the other kids piled the cushions and then themselves on top of the unlucky one who had laid down there.
The reflection of the flash on the window reveals the many fingerprints from the children from when they stood on the couch, poking at the window in an effort to point out something outside, or sometimes, just to bang on the window and hear the noise as the two windows clanked together. I can't count the number of times I noticed the windows were like that. Sometimes I scurried off to find a cloth to clean them with, but probably more often, I sighed, thought about washing them, and then decided that whatever I was doing at the time was more important. When the kids were little, the work was never all the way done, and the house never stayed clean for long.
thoughts from daisy at 10:45 PM
Tuesday, July 2, 2013
I have a longstanding addiction to anything that is free. If it has a "Free" sign on it, I. Must. Have. It. I don't know if it's a thrifty gene I inherited, or just the fact that I am cheap and I'm not ashamed to be a scrounge.
Someone put a big baby stroller (a nice one) out on the side of the street the other morning a couple of blocks from us with a free sign on it. I think I gave myself a chiropractic adjustment whipping my head around to look at it. I had to turn my head the other direction to stop seeing double. But I kept driving. Then I had to argue with myself for about two miles not to go drive back and put it in my car.
And then what would I do with it? Try to find someone who needs it? That’s what they’re already doing. Duh.
I think it’s a disease or something.
And it gets out of hand sometimes. I'm kind of hit and miss with Craigslist and online local liquidation auctions because after all, you DO have to pay money for that stuff. You have the thrill of the hunt, but you have to fork out cash. Ix-nay on the ash-cay.
Freecycle is my drug of choice. Everything is free. FREE! And if someone tries to get money for their stuff, people report them and their posts get yanked for not playing fair. I love that!
Yesterday on freecycle, there was a lady giving away a table and six chairs. Well, since Phyl, my ever-so-patient husband, has mentioned numerous times that he does not like our dining room chairs, I jumped on the offer and asked if I could have them. She replied and said I could. SCORE!
Then I had to break it to Phyl, that once more, I had a mission for us, to go check out this table and chairs. Well, I don’t need a table. We have several tables in the garage that I need to give away. I think I like the table I have right now. But these chairs and table came as a set, even though I only wanted the chairs. This could be a tough sell with my hubby.
So I sat down at the table, stared at him while he was cooking dinner, until he finally said—What!?
As soon as the “f” word escaped my lips, I saw his teeth grit together, and inside, I started to giggle a little. I knew what was coming. But I told him about the chairs and reminded him how much he doesn’t like our chairs. They’re a little top heavy with the tall backs, and he’s always afraid that they’re going to fall over backwards when the grandbabies are on them because they bounce around so much. And, the seats are cushy and covered in fabric, so we’re constantly washing them to clean the little kids’ drips and dribbles up.
These chairs, I told him, don’t have fabric that will collect cat hair or get stained. And they are shorter and not so tippy. He should have to admit that they were at least worth going to look at. Reluctantly, he went with me.
So we get there, and this table I swear weighed about 75 pounds all by itself. It's a behemoth of a table..about two inches thick. Not easy to move. But the chairs didn’t seem shaky when I tested them, so I said we’d take them, of course!
So we loaded them up. We had two cars--I figured two chairs in each backseat, upside down, and one in the front seat of each car. We could tie the table on the roof of the car because we didn't have far to go. It wouldn't be too obvious that we were trying to make do without a trailer or truck to schlep our secondhand goods home. Okay, that sounds good, but really. I can't lie. I have driven home from the opposite side of the city with my trunk wide open with a free piece of furniture sticking out. I've piled stuff on top of the car, tied it to the roof, and driven home holding on to it out the window. I'm not proud.
So we got them home, and yes, they need to be washed. There are sticky spots, and little dried up rivers of milk on them (bleck), but nothing that a scrubbie and some soap and water won't be able to handle. And Phyl discovered that the joints on the backs of the chairs need to be glued, and almost all of them have been reinforced with deck screws so that they don’t wobble, but whatever.
My motto is that a little change is good for the soul. And they are about the same color as my beautiful (free) dining room hutch. And we’ll probably keep them until there are no grandbabies living here anymore. When the kids are gone permanently, I may raise my level of scrounging and maybe look on Craigslist, in addition to watching freecycle, to see if I can find some grown-up chairs that are pretty and not just functional.
I think there are only a few pieces of furniture left in our house that weren’t free: our bed, our TV stand, and a couple of cabinets that came with my old desk. I think that's pretty dang cool.
Saturday, May 4, 2013
What better thing to do when it's grey and chilly outside than to scrapbook inside? I signed up for the Creative Crop - an all-day, free class, full of imagination-starting challenges from Big Picture Classes.
It's a complete change of pace, a perfect way to greet spring, which I hear is right around the corner. I promise. Maybe Erica will bring spring here with her when she comes home from college!! One more reason to be excited that she's coming back. Yippee!!
thoughts from daisy at 3:26 PM
Monday, April 1, 2013
Wow, a whole month just slipped away without blogging. I'm sitting here, just thinking about how that could happen so quickly. Between new babies, expectant mamas (not me!! just want to be perfectly clear about that), sewing projects, gender reveal parties, shopping excursions, and what have you, the month of March is gone! It came in like a lion--a huge blustery snowstorm, and it went out like a lamb yesterday. Just a whimper of wind and snow. Spring is right around the corner, here in Minnesota! I heard some new birds singing this morning outside in the pine trees. New for this spring, that is. I'm used to just hearing the chickadees with their cheerful songs.
That reminds me of a little poem I used to say all the time:
Spring is here
Spring has sprung
The bird is on the wing
My, my, how absurd
I thought the wing was on the bird
Yeah, kinda corny. I'm a word geek--I love to play with words. Only I didn't play with very many words in March. I'm still baffled by that.
Ah, well. For everything there is a season...I think it's homework season at my house right now. Yep...I'm still taking classes. Tuition remission is a terrible thing to waste! =o) I'm in the middle of my first creative writing class, and it's like playing for credit. I'll be sad to see it end.
Huh. I'm kinda seeing where all my words went, now. Haha!!
But this little video is a perfect antidote to a tired Monday: kitten fever! Not that I would be in a position to get a kitten any time soon, but this one is irresistible. It's short, but so sweet!