A new challenge...

I really like to challenge myself.  I don't know why, but I have to win.  Challenging myself lets me practice winning, which is something I am very good at.

I have a number of challenges that I am working on at the moment.  (Side note:  I misspelled working so that it looked like whoring without the "h."  I told Tony that because of his hello I was whoring instead of working because of his distraction.  He asked "whoring?"  I explained the misspell, then proceeded to call him a whore.  Mostly because of his giving out car fixing favors - his a car fixing whore.)  (Side note number 2 - Tony missed dinner, bath time with the girls, and quality time with us tonight to work on someone else's car.  I don't get mad about it, but must express displeasure about his overwhelming niceness somehow.  If I didn't, he'd be so full of how great he is that he would be intolerable.)

Back to the challenges.  I have challenged myself to lose weight - hopefully, you will read about a good thing with that later this week.  

I have challenged myself to get my Master's Degree.  I can't wait until this is done.  This school work is getting in the way of my Super Mario Bros. addiction.

I have challenged myself to work on spending time with family and friends.  Yes, this is why I am calling you and/or trying to meet up with you.  I have an ultimatum to win at my challenge.

My newest challenge is to write.  I love to blog.  It is a fun way to get the crazy out of my head and to let you see what goes on in there.  I am challenging myself to write/post every other day for at least a month, starting today.  There may be good posts, there may be bad, they may be boring, they may be funny.  The important part is that they will be there and available.  Also, you may start to understand the schizophrenic voices in my head better as you hear from all the voices at one time or another over this next month.

To blogging! *picture me lifting a glass of water, and clinking it with whatever libation is your favorite*

The Time Continuum....

Did I spell that right?  I don't really, care, just thought I should pretend to.

I was thinking today (I know, it happens sometimes) about time.  Remember when you were little?  Playing Barbies, watching the Dukes of Hazard, calling who gets to be Daisy, trying to fit your Barbies in their Trans Am.  Seriously, I couldn't grow up fast enough.

Then, I got a little older.  Remember the pre-teen years?  Saved by the Bell, sleepovers, french rolling your jeans, wanting to be DJ Tanner, being all amazed that such and such girl kissed such and such boy - with her tongue!  I couldn't grow up fast enough.

I got a little older still. Remember the teen years?  Hmmm, let's not.  Some things are best left un-remembered.  Suffice it to say, I could not get out of my teen years fast enough.

Then, I got a little older.  I hit my 20's and life became way more fun!  I was in college, working, hanging out with friends.  I met my future husband, we dated, and dated, and dated, and got married.  Then, I had kids.

Remember when your kids were really little and you couldn't wait for them to sit up, walk, talk, feed themselves, wipe their own butts?  I couldn't wait for them to grow up.

This weekend my phone rang.  I answered it, knowing that it was Olivia's friends mom.  A little voice said "Hello?  Is Olivia there?"  Um, ok.  I mean, it's not MY CELL PHONE or anything.  So, we were out.  So, we have a house phone still.  Shouldn't the house phone be for Olivia?  Now she's taking over my cell?  She's only 7 right? 

Oh God!  She's 7 (and a half)!

When did this happen?  Are sleep overs coming?  Boys? BOYS? Mean girls? Humiliation? Saturday Night Live - for her, not me? Oh God, not the teen years! Please stop this growing up thing!!  If not, can we just fast forward to her 20's?

Cats are weird....

Cats are definitely odd.

But, I think that's why we keep them.  We never know what they might surprise you with.  From vomit on the floors, to chasing red laser lights, licking themselves in front of company, cats are just weird.

Sometimes I think that the cats are plotting my murder.  These are the days when, every time I turn around, they are watching me.  It's pretty creepy.  So, I pulled the camera out to capture the stalker/murderer cats in their evil ways.

This is Layla.

She has two tons of fur, and gets massive fur balls.

She let's us know when shes going to throw up (sometimes) by a certain obnoxious keening she makes.

She likes to plop down in the middle of the room, when we have company, and lick her lady parts.

She recently vomited into my purse.  I almost took a picture of it, but figured, if you don't want to see it in real life, why would you want a picture of it?

Also, she beats the crap out of the other cat on a regular basis.

We believe she has some issues - she's conflicted.  She wants to cuddle and be loved, but she won't let you hold her - it totally freaks her out.  Her solution?  She rubs against your feet when your sitting down so that she can be petted, but not held.

This look says - I will kill you with my overwhelming butt fur.

She doesn't look evil at all, right?  Right.



Stalking me.  Thinking, "If I kill her, will I still get fed?"



Watching.....



....and watching.  Trust me, I'm not that interesting.  Maybe he wanted to jump me, and knock me down the stairs.  Then it would look like an accident.



Also watching...  And wondering if she could smother me with her belly fur, as if she were a pillow.



This is Mack.

Also goes by Chunckles, and McMackles.

He loves to burrow himself into our covers.  One day, I was chasing Tony around (yeah, we have to liven up our lives somehow) and he went upstairs and jumped on the bed.  The cat, terrified, leaped out from under the covers and ran to hide.  Oops.

Another day, I laid down to take a nap.  Mack jumped up on the bed next to me.  He was on Tony's side of the bed.  He put his nose under the covers, went in, turned around and his head came back out, body covered.  He laid down, head on Tony's pillow, and went to sleep next to me.  I wanted to get a picture, but as soon as I moved, he jumped out of bed.  Such a strange sight to look at when trying to sleep - a cat head where your hubby should be.

Dreaming of ways to murder me for my comforter.

I think he likes our winter comforter more than we do.

"I'm not fat - it's just a bad angle."  Um no, you're a chunkster.  You remind me of a feline Al Bundy.

Best...Cat...Picture...Ever.
I'm sure he's going to murder us just for this picture.