Thing 1 and Thing 2 are very bad kitties

(Thing 1 in grey, and Thing 2 in the tiger stripes)

From the time Spaghetti walked in from work we both could smell it...

Cat urine. Thing 2 is the first to blame for this smell, she pissed all over the sectional we JUST threw out. Weeks ago. Replacing with a new leather couch, and chair. There is piss on the couch.

Spaghetti is NOT happy. At All. No shit, neither am I and I start freaking because I know damn well the look in his eyes says that Thing 2 has only a few hours left to live here.

I can't handle giving away a cat. Or a dog, or any pet for that matter. It kills me. I rescued Thing 2 because no one wanted her. And now he wanted me to do the same. I couldn't do it.

I didn't have a choice. I mean, the couch is less then a month old! He tells me she has to go RIGHT. NOW. I freak. I go upstairs and find Thing 2 I hold her and I sob. I sob and freak out in front of the kids. I couldn't help it.

This cat may have pissed on yet another piece of furniture, but this cat is also my email buddy, during both pregnancies she would sit with me and my daily baths, dipping her tail in the bath. She is a pain in the ass, but she is my cat, damnit.

So after rocking my cat and sobbing like she was already gone. I look at Spaghetti with swollen eyes, and tears on my face. I ask if they could live in my art room?

Fine.

And so I moved them. First the cat tower, then the litter box, the food, the cat cubbie tent, the water jug, and then the cats.

There new digs aren't so bad. The art room is a pleasing purple and lime green, there is a window that gets minor light, the room is 1/2 the house in size, they have TONS of counters to roam, and tables to lay on.

But the pissing did need to stop, and both cats are to blame in one area of the house or another. Thing 1 does her damage in the bedrooms, so they are always closed off. It will be nice to have our doors open for a change. That will be really weird getting used to.

I will miss hearing them wrestle in the hall at night, or getting the run of the house when the dogs are locked up. But it is this or they gatta go. I am glad Spaghetti let them stay.

Well more time for me in my art room. Now I just need a laptop down there and I will be set (I have a fridge, food, art supplies and my cats)

It was just an insanely upsetting day. Plus I have to douse the new couch with cleaner in hopes that the smell was caught soon enough.

So as I stand there smelling like cat urine (since I was scrubbing the couch between sobs) the house is a mess, the kids didn't nap, and I have dishes around the counter top Spaghetti forgot to mention that he was having 3 of his friends over for a BBQ in an hour... oh the insanity of it all... oh and that in a few months we are going to babysit his parents cat (Thing 3) in my art room with my cats) for 12 days... oh no he di-int...

Oh and yes the kids are down in bed now. And yes the wine coolers are tasty. And yes my best friend will be over right after work.

First time in 6 years.

It's quite.


There's no meowing for dinner.


Or barking at the back door.


Thing 1 and Thing 2 are 45 minutes north.


Ding and Dong are 20 minutes south.


This is the first time since we have lived here, 6 years last week, that there was NO pets at all on property.


Too bizarre.


I go to feed the cats, or shut the bedroom doors. But it's not necessary.


I go to check the back yard, or see my doggies on the t.v. room couches. But it's empty.


I hope after this trip I can come home. Get all 8 of us, 4 humans and 4 fuzzies, all back under our one roof.


I do enjoy less drama, and pet hair. But these few hours is good enough for me. I miss them so much already.


5 days till I see them again.


Miss you Maggie, Sophie, Jordan and Chloe.


Muah.

Mommy

Nashville

Nashville, Tennessee
April 3rd - April 7th 2009

The Mc family is leaving this Friday morning, when Spaghetti gets home from his night shift, to hop into the IL's mini van and zoom away 7 hours and 53 minutes to Nashville, Tennessee.


Spaghetti's cousin, Nikki, and her very musically talented husband, Loren, moved to Nashville last fall. It only makes sense. Loren currently plays guitar, banjo, mandolin, and sings for the country rock band "Drew Davis Band" they toured with Hootie and the Blowfish all summer, promoting there first CD "Crossroads". He also sings the opening song for "Suite life of Zach and Cody" on the Disney channel. Oh and did I mention he did work for the show "Alias" oh and in the first season of LOST when they show Charlie playing guitar, that is Charlie's hands, but Loren playing the music, some work on video game sound tracks... oh I could go on and on. Let's just say Loren is on interesting guy. From the stories of music, to his personal love of diving (not a shocker he's certified to dive over 100 feet, wreck dive, and I do believe some sort of medical dive too?) Alright enough on Loren.

Nikki herself, is a beautiful and sweet girl. She needs a bit of Loren to feisty her up a bit. She teaches 8th grade students, now in Nashville. She hand makes beautiful jewelry and has a big yellow lab named Belle.


Phew.


Back to me and the insanity of the trip. Maternal Mirth taught me a valuable thing about vacationing with children.

She said to me once "It is not vacation for us mom's. It's simply called relocation" how true that is.


Weaky is the most to pack, he needs more clothes (messy boy!) and special jar food, and formula, and bottles, and teether rings, and Tylenol, and diapers, his alcohol for his helmet, special tooth brush to clean it, he has to be bathed everyday because of it, and his pack and play, and front carrier if we go for a hike... good god, maybe a kitchen sink too.


Bagel is clothes, diapers, sippies, and a pack and play for her. Oh and her hair ties, detangler spray, oh, toys for them. Nikki and Loren have no kids, and NO toys!... oh my...


I checked the weather. It looks like sunny and 70 when we get there, but Sunday and Monday will be cooler and rainy. So I have to pack for mild summer/chilly spring/ who knows what?!


Oh and I have to pack the cats up. Thing 1 and Thing 2 are going to stay with Thing 3 at my IL's house. So they need food, dishes, water bowl, litter box... that is happening today. We will be packing up the cats, and swapping out our Ford exploder, and my MIL's focus for our Pontiac back and to use there mini van for the trip. (don't ask about the swap of the Pontiac and the Focus. Long story) We were going to do the cats and dogs all tomorrow. Hello insanity. So we moved the IL's to today. Good thing I could use an extra day to pack the van


And Ding and Dong will be getting packed up and shipped to my parents tomorrow. They will stay there. They have 3 cats, but they also have an acre of land fenced in. Ahh... freedom for the dogs! They won't have much access to the house. Mostly the workroom, and laundry room. (maybe the kitchen if they are good) It's a big deal that my parents take them. They have a very nice house, and yard. And for my two Buffalo's to be there for a week is SO nice of them!


I have food to pack, a cooler, van entertainment, and everything needed to take an almost 3 year old, and an 11 month old on a 5 day vacation 8 hours away?!?


Insert psycho laughter here.


So I NEED to get off the computer and pack my ass off. We will be leaving soon to get the van. I have SO much to do...

A story with fun pictures.

Good morning. Yes I said good. I feel better, and even though Spaghetti and the kids are still sick, it seriously makes the job easier when I can focus, and I have my energy back!

So with that here is a blog story, but with pictures. Hooray! (who doesn't love pictures?)

I must tell you about my day today (or how it is planned to go) first off we start with Weaky and his early morning breathing treatment. Thanks to my friend Quigs, I quickly learned that I just need to do the treatments 4 times a day (6 hours apart) but I am very flexible with the times. (instead of 11 pm, I do 10 pm so I can get to bed. And it's 6:30 am not 5 am) I also learned that pinning his arms down is IMPOSSIBLE, and stupid if you ask me. Quigs suggested toys around him to keep him entertained. And it works.

SO today is Weaky's recheck with the Doc. that is at 10:45.

The day would be easy BUT Spaghetti (above) will not be with us, he has to work his day job (he is working days and nights for 4 days in a row! And he has the flu. I big puffy red heart Spaghetti) so I will be toting both kids into the doctor. Yep that would include this hacking, sneezing, whiny toddler. But her little squeaky voice is SO cute. So I guess she can go with us. Maybe Doc will even take a look at her (I will NOT be paying the $20 co-pay for her though. I will play dumb, and just randomly ask him to check her. $20 co-pays this month alone are up to $100! Damn the insurance!!) She is getting her Tamiflu antibiotic and her children's Mucinex

After the fun at the doctor, I will be driving out to my parents house. Not because they are there. (I will run in and infect my sister and the rest of the house with my germs say hello to my sister, and check out the paint job in the living room) I need to drop off my big ass king size comforter from my bed. Wanna know why it's dirty? Glad you asked...








I was trusting, and I know, I know, I shouldn't be...

It was either Thing 1... (doubtful that it was her. She is my angel kitty. But since I didn't catch either of them. I can't totally blame one over the other)

Or Thing 2 that peed on my bed.

Sigh. My bets are on the pretty tiger stripped Thing 2. I love her dearly, and she was a rescue from being put to sleep, so I can't get rid of her. My little heart would break. I just HATE when she does this. (for the NON cat people. Please don't try to understand why I keep her. It's a cat person thing.)

SO back to my visit to the King and Queens house. My washing machine is unable to fit my big comforter, and the Queen has a magical washing machine with no agitator in it. SO it will fit in hers.

Queen also stopped by yesterday (pre-peed on comforter) to see her sick babies, and to steal more of my laundry. (Hooray for the Queen!) Thank god she did, because I went to start my dryer and it is broken! (Gahhhhh!!) The only good news is that I didn't throw my spare comforter in the wash BEFORE realizing I wouldn't be able to dry it.


I will see the Queen on Sunday (we are going to the Spelling Bee musical, my friend from grade school is in it! Good luck Nikki!!) so she will bring me my laundry then. (All hail the Queen!)


Hoping today has less pissed on beds, no more broken appliances, a good check up at the doctor, and a good enough coffee buzz to last the day (possibly a Starbucks drive through is in order) Have a drama free day!

Feisty

Random notes: I type to fast. So the word "and" (did it again) keeps coming out "nad" tee hee. And I always put words together like "goodmorning" and "gradeschool" thank god for spell check!

S.I.C.K.

Update for anyone who wants to know...

Myself: No temp. Coughing like crazy still. On the meds the Doc prescribed to me. Worried about a relapse since everyone is just getting sick around here. Also worried about Weaky and Spaghetti, both really sick and at the doctor now.

Bagel: No temp this morning (was 100.5 last night) coughing some, but she seems to be in good spirits this morning (a bit more whiny then normal) taking Tamiflu and Mucinex for kids, per the Doc. visit from yesterday.

Weaky: Temp of 100.5 seems happy this morning, he was down at 9:00 last night, back up at 5 for a bottle, and right back down again until 9 am. Spaghetti just took him for his first breathing treatment at the Doc. we will have to bring home the oxygen, and give him treatments every 6 hours. Any advice from those who have done this before? (he's 10 months)

Spaghetti: Temp of 100.9, just took Weaky to get his breathing treatments and has his own appointment to see his doctor afterwards. He is hacking up a lung, and feels like ass too.

Ding and Dong: Good, slightly depressed because of all the rain (can't stay outside long) and because we are not always around them as much. Sorry girls!

Thing 1 and Thing 2: They are good. Happy. Because they have us on there side of the house alot lately (the front t.v. room and the bedrooms, and loft) they are a bit sun deprived though.

And that is what is new with the Mc Family, we are all tired, sick and just trying to keep up with the housework for me is a joke. I am hoping that with Spaghetti and Weaky out of my hair for a bit, I can use this coffee buzz to at least pick up around here, and start some laundry (I have run out of underwear!)

Please send healthy wishes and some sunshine. It's much needed!!

Shredded cat barf

So as I go to my computer I slip in cat barf... I find the rest of the barf, and step over it. I only have a few precious minutes to read email and or blog, before the rest of the house hears or smells that I am awake.

Wiping cat barf from the bottom of my foot, I sit in my chair. A minute later I hear a rustling sound, it was thing 2 climbing into the shredder... well since she slid into the garbage can part, she should be fine right? Thing 1 is watching it all from the cat tower, and in the distance I can hear Thing 3 barfing in the living room...

Sigh... it's going to be one of those days.

Are you chewing on my hair?

The battle for mommy continues.

When I play with Spike, Bagel whines. When I play with Bagel, Spike cries.

(Bagel and Spike playing nice... at the moment)

When I sit by Ding. Dong give me that look. When I play with Dong, Ding comes over sits on my lap (all 60 lbs) and pushed Ding away.

(Ding in the back, Dong right up front, at Queen and Carrots big ass yard)

And normally Thing 1 and Thing 2 don't fight over me. But now that Thing 3 is staying with us for the week, she thinks that I am hers. Well Thing 1 has some news for her. At this moment, as I type this, Thing 3 is sitting between me and the keyboard.

(Lucy in the sun)

And thing one is sitting on the back of my chair, chewing on my hair. Thing 2 is confident that I love her, and is claiming the cat tower.

(Thing 1 in the grey fur suit, and Thing 2 in the stripped tiger suit)

I feel the love here. What better then to be needed by so many creatures at once? And Spaghetti wonders why I need to run away some days. (Usually to scrapbook those I just ran away from!) No really as insane as it gets around her, I really love all the furry and not so furry children I have, that fight for me. I know I have 2 children, but I am the proud mom of 6 (7 this week)

Love you all, Mommy.

Toast to Thursday

Since I missed Tuesday here is a Toast to Thursday! Still the same, just everything I am happy for today!

• It's sunny outside!
• Spaghetti is taking Bagel for a long ride so I can possibly get stuff done (or stare at the walls)
• The adorable pictures of Spike from his 6 month pictures we did on Tuesday are awesome! Yes but Babies-r-us did not email them to me. Bastards. I need to get them, so I can share them!!
• I feel good. (I felt shitty the last few days)
• Tomorrow is Halloween!
• My desk is 1/2 clean. I feel good about it.
• I have the urge to purge (stuff around the house)
• I am excited about Thanksgiving with my family and Spaghetti's family being together this year!!
• I am excited about the November Dauber Diva meeting! I am showing chip board and some fun uses, and the new Country Living Ornament Kit! Yikes!
• Speaking of I need to make 3D's to swap! Convention style!
• I also need to prep for my Big Shot stamp camp, and the Crazy for Christmas Stamp camp!
• I am excited about the above, because I love what I do!

Ok, ok enough of the perky. I know you non morning, half awake people are flipping the bird to your monitors right now. I understand.

My sister had these p.j.'s she wore often. It had three cows on the front. (all standing like humans) one (I would guess as myself) was all cheery and smiley. The other two were frowny and getting ready to pour coffee over the perky cows head. And in quote "Punish the Perky" was below it.

It happens. Some of us are just a bit more cheerful, see the glass half full, and well lets just say I have my helmet on for you perky punishers out there! Happy Thursday! I am off to clean, take care of kids, and drink an insane amount of coffee!!

Get out of the way!

Get out the dumpster, the shredder and the garbage bags. I have yet to have my coffee, I slept in (9 am!) and I feel good. (better then the last few days)

So Spaghetti made me an offer. He has only his night job tonight, and he has to go to his parents to pick up Thing 3. (there cat, they are in sunny and hot Arizona for the next 10 days) so he said when he gets up. He will take Bagel with him (45 minutes one way baby!) and they will hang out there so I can get stuff done.

Now while my instincts tell me to shove both Bagel and Spike at him. I know that I should be lucky it's just down to one kid here with me. Hoping Spike will nap and or play in his bouncer.

It is cold out, but crazy sunny. I think that puts me in a good mood. Well off to do my morning routine, and start to declutter!

Letters to my Family

Dear Spike,
Thank you for barfing on me early this morning. Glad I wasn't giving you kisses at the time. I dodged that one. Mmm nothing says I love you mommy, like barfing on your face. But after that outfit change for the both of us, I loved it when you used my sleeve to wipe your regurgitated Butternut Squash on. I am and always will be your own personal napkin. Oh and for that shrilling-screaming-ear-piercing-cry, as if your soft fuzzy sleeper suddenly turned into razor blades, all because you just wanted 4 more ounces. Thank you.

Dear Ding,
Let me start my Thank you for last night, when you sneaked off with a brand new box of Gerber Baby Rice, nice job. Thanks for keeping the mess to only the small rug in the basement, makes for easy clean up. You on the other hand were caked in wet sludgy baby rice, that made you look like Santa himself. And to top off the rice-capades, you kindly topped it off with not going out into the rain today. Instead you chose to shit on my kitchen floor. Thank you.

Dear Dong,
As always I would like to thank you, for the high pitched out of nowhere fucking bark, as soon as we sit down at the kitchen table. You attention craving ass. Glad to say your Thank you letter is a bit short this time around. I am sure you will make up for it though. Thank you.

Dear T1 and T2,
I love you both and thank you again for not pissing on anything this week. It could be due to the fact that I refuse to let you in any of the 3 bedrooms, or the bathroom. You are now limited to the loft and living room with Bagel. I am sure you love me for that. Eeh, there's always the green chair. p.s. I am still weirded out by the 1 diaper in the computer chair you leave for me each morning (I caught T1 caring one up the stairs a few months back) but even weirder is when you took a pair of gloves, from a pile of 9 mismatched other gloves, and left them in my chair. Still kinda trying to figure that one out...

Dear Bagel,
Thanks for being cute, and smart. You amaze me daily. I am however extremely grateful for the whine session you gave me from 5 pm till about 7 pm, that was fun. And we all know I don't understand whine, so it was extra entertaining have a conversation with you for 2 hours. Thank god your brother drowned out your whining with his screaming. Oh and the psycho fit about the monkey sheets. I still don't get it. But you were damn set on me not putting the top sheet on your bed when I changed your sheets today. Just the bottom monkey sheet, and the fuzzy white blanket, with your green chenille blanket. I even got the weird look when I gave you an adult size pillow, v.s. the little travel pillow. Glad to see the rain didn't freak you out, and your kinda getting over the "rain is scary" deal. I thank you.

Dear Spaghetti,
Out of our the letters, yours is the least sarcastic. I thank you for working so hard for us, I really do. You work a 40 hour a week night job, and 25 hour a week day job. You make every effort to spend time with each of your kids between naps, and jobs. And even I get a few minutes of your time. The fact that you want to help me declutter this house is huge, because it will take two of us to work together and make this happen. You go above and beyond for your family and we appreciate you. Thank you.

To everyone,
I thank you all for my day to day, barf, shit, piss, screaming, whining, and random bizarreness. I truely am blessed to have you. And as much as I seem to be driven insane by you all. I wouldn't trade it for anything. I love you all.

Muah,
Feisty Mommy
xo...