It’s about her. But mostly it’s about me.

Kids these days….so  fancy; grandiose.
Dress pants, shoes and a tie….donning red roses no less. 

I was opposed to her to attending prom in the 10th grade, and she knew this.
Do you think this sign was really aimed at the Mama???
Of course it is….those boys are always after me under the guise that they love my daughters.

Lo went to two proms and every homecoming during her four years. Linds has been to two homecoming dances and now a prom in her future.

Enough about her.

Did I ever mention that I never attended one dance in high school? Not even a football game. I know you are so shocked, because it seems that I am a social butterfly!

I ALMOST made it to my senior prom, but the boy I was dating turned into a big jerk minutes after I ordered my prom dress out of the Sear’s catalog. {Thank you Grandma!}
I ended up returning the dress and getting 2 bikinis and some cash.

Obviously, I spent all my cash on eyeshadow. Luckily, my vision wasn’t impaired by the weight of the powder. yet. 

Enough about me.

Since the invention of the Disney channel tween shows, it is not enough to just ‘ask’ someone to prom. You have to make a big statement. OR you are lame. {Why can’t she date a lame guy who I could tell no to?}

Back to me.

I don’t know if I’ve ever mentioned it here before, but The Coach never actually asked me to marry him.
I know what you are thinking…. yes, we are really married. You see, we dated 6 years and talked about getting married, we KNEW we would get married…and the day {Christmas Eve} he was trying to hide my ring from me, I saw it and called him out.
{Ok, I snatched the box from his hand, I used to be grabby}

There was never an actual proposal.

The first and last time I ever fed him. He’s a grown man…he can feed himself.

I mentioned this non-proposal out loud to the kids one day, and he quickly denied it. But, really, wouldn’t I remember that? I still remember what he was wearing on our first date {blind}, along with other important things like how he forgot to put the toilet seat down on March 14th, 1992 @ 8:58pm.

Since we are about to celebrate 21 years of legally annoying each other, it’s obvious that the non-proposal thing didn’t really mean a thing.

Back to her.

How can she go to prom? It was just 2 weeks ago that she was sleeping in a laundry basket. 

So, did you have a big proposal for prom or any other slightly significant event in your life? Please share.

I hope you have something soooo wonderful and over the top to share, that I’ll want to hunt you down and shank you.

Have a beautiful weekend!!

Can a cat swallow a canary?

If you ever get the chance, you should be me.
At least you should be me this past weekend….it was all good in the hood. I didn’t even have to leave my house after Friday afternoon!

Thankfully, I was able to get the correct orange cat into the carrier and to the vet on Friday. This Harley is a crazy *ss cat. Well, they are all crazy, but he is on the weird side of crazy.

First of all, if you have a cat, you know the worst part of taking the cat to the vet is the traveling part.  …THE CRYING in the car is loud and endless…wahhh wahhh wahhh.mroow mroow mrooooow…. so annoying.
Finally, I stopped crying and I tried to act like a grown up.
Hard. very very hard.

I warned them at the reception desk:  “I’m not gonna lie, he looks cute and sweet, but he DOES bite.”

They all looked scared, but they deal with crazy pets all the time.

And when we got into the exam room…they let him out of his cage, myself and the two vet techs stepped back,  prepared for a rustle,  a tussle, a crazy cat tango resulting in a few bloody nubs.

And what did my crazy *ss cat do?

He posed on the countertop for 40 minutes.  40 freakin’ minutes!!!!
10 minutes of prep with the tech’s, followed by quiet time waiting for the Dr. and time while the Dr. was there.


Bastid. Made me look like an overreactive drama queen.

When the Dr. looked at his boo boo paw, she said: “Weird”

Um, really, did you learn that term at veterinarian school? Was it during your first year, or your 6th?

{Who knew? I could be a VET TOO!!}

We determined that he most likely stepped in pool chemicals…..a burn of sorts.

She asked if I would like to give him an antibiotic pill daily for 14 days {when she was saying this, I was dying inside picturing me trying to get him to swallow a pill without murdering me} OR she could give him an injection.

Guess what he got?
I ain’t no dummy.

I am also putting a bit of hydrogen peroxide on it a few times daily too.

The Dr. said taking a relaxant prior to the hydrogen peroxide swab would help.
And BOY does it.
Of course, I’ve been taking numerous naps because of that relaxant.

I’ve got more to share…but I’ve errands to run.
And by errands, I mean napping.

Happy monday!!!

Ok, I’m really not going to nap. I DO have errands to run. Hopefully I will get some blog reading in later today too…I am SO behind.