Wordless Wednesday 8.27

I screwed up and linked the Sept 3rd WW to this one. Wake up, Berleen! Geez. Here is this weeks Wordless Wednesday. Sorry.

If you don't participate in Wordless Wednesday... you should.

10 on Tuesday - 10 Things You Didn’t Like About School

10 Things You Didn't Like About School

This meme seemed appropriate today since Demon #2 is going to her Jr High Open House this afternoon! It's not the same Jr High I went to (that one has long since been torn down) but they added to my high school in 1996 so she (as Demon #1 already is) going to my old high school!

And whats even more ironic about this subject is that, thanks to Facebook, I have suddenly been "reunited" with a bunch of people from my graduating class. One in particular I was surprised to find out has a baby! We were good friends in high school and, like most high school friends, we lost touch in adulthood. What ever happened to "that won't happen to us!"?

Anyway... on with the meme. 10 Things That I Didn't Like About School.

1. Math class. I sucked at math (still do) and I hated every single one I had to take. I loathed it. I despised it. I hated it. I just didn't like it. Don't you understand? MATH SUCKED!!!!!
2. Being cool. Always having to worry about if your clothes were in fashion, if your hair was big enough... I acted like I didn't really care, but I did. You didn't want to be talked about, after all.
3. Big hair in the winter. I walked to school on Minnesota winter mornings. It was cold. I couldn't wear a hat, no matter how much my father insisted that I did, because even AquaNet couldn't cure hat hair. My head got cold! I also had ripped jeans so my knees were cold, too. Damn 80s.
4. Mr. Krogman. Yep, I didn't like him... never did. Everyone else did, but I didn't. He hated rebellion and I was his poster child of rebellion in 9th grade. Neither one of us got over that.
5. Friend fights. I had a pretty small group of friends, but we still had our fights. I hated them. They sucked and they made your stomach upset and I hated that feeling. I hated my friends being mad at me.
6. Rules. Didn't we all?
7. Lockers never big enough. Back to #3 - we had winter coats, plus books, plus.. whatever else. The lockers were just never big enough.
8. Swimming. I hated when swimming came around in gym class. I really did. I don't know what part I hated, but I could never wait until it was over!
9. Homework. Enough said.
10. That it had to end. Don't tell anyone I said that and I wouldn't have said that in a million years on graduation day, but I actually yern for being back in school... life was so simple then.

Camera Critters - 8.23

Today we are sharing Oliver. AKA "Oliver Buddy", "Buddy" and "Mr Personality". We joke that he is so laid back that if he ever got out of the house he would lay in the road and watch a car run him over. He is the poster child (poster cat?) for the Persian personality. He is lovable, vocal, cuddly and... well, look at him... how can you resist a face like that? (he's also very photogenic!)


... and for those of you who gave me your best wishes last week... Serena went through surgery fine. She's home and back to her normal self! I posted a "to know or not to know" the other day and I finally made a decision - the test is being done. I still won't put her through chemo if it turns out to be malignant, but at least this way I'll know.

Cross your fingers for a good result! I should know the end of next week.
Somehow Saki just knew that there was something wrong... this was the day Serena came home. She was very gentle with Serena... curious, but never chased her or anything. It almost seemed like she was protecting Serena every now and then. In fact, I was laying on my bed watching tv with Saki along side me the day after Serena came home, when Serena walked into the bedroom. Saki got up, walked over me and laid down on the other side... Serena jumped up and laid down where Saki was. Saki was, afterall, in Serena's spot!

Thats something she's never done before. Both dogs always try to lay in Serena's spot.

Anyway... go play along in the Camera Critters meme!

Anyone keeping score?

It's been 216 days since I've quit smoking!

My dreamhouse - the Thursday Thunk edition

Here's my dream house:

Victorian meets country farmhouse.

You have to sit on the front porch for awhile... bring everyone because there's room on my big-ass porch. Flowers everywhere, planted & hanging baskets and stray kittens playing underneath with a couple big goldens taking up their space by the stairs.

When you walk through the front door, the first thing you are going to see is an open staircase... probably bigger than this one.

4 bedrooms as minimum. One for each of the demons, one for us and a guest room. I won't be picky about a living room or dining room, but downstairs there will be a huge game room with a pool table.

There will, however, be one of these:

Gotta have somewhere to hang Christmas stockings!!!

The kitchen... must have decked out country kitchen. Lots of counter space and a big-ass pantry - a walk-in preferably. I want a little spot somewhere that pet food dishes can be on the floor without being in the way, too. This kitchen is missing one thing... a window over the sink. I gotta look out the window while I do dishes. (no room for a dishwasher in my kitchen!!!!)

A 21st of August version of The Thursday Thunk!

Welcome to the Thursday Thunks! Where we make you think a little bit before you blog!

This week we will answer:

What should we answer? Heck I just realized its Thursday, so I am not prepared for this at all. I'm sitting here at 6:06 in the morning with a cup of coffee and honestly, my brain is not working. The cat is eating dog food, though, so I know I'm in the right house. Thats a good sign.

Houses. Hmmmm. Thats a good topic. If you could have any house, money no object what so ever, what kind of house would it be? Walk us through it...

.... and tell your friends!

I know, not real creative, huh? Well after last week's TT I figured I'd give our brains a break for a week! I'll come up with a good 'thunker' for next week!

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To know or not to know

Ok I'm in a predicament.

Serena is home and she's fine. (pissed off at me, but fine) Wendy (vet) is pretty confident that she got the entire tumor. I have not yet said "send the sample in"... I have a week to decide. I don't know what to do... if it's cancer then she goes down to the UofM to oncology (? is that right?) to see what they think and then start her on chemo. I don't think I'd put her through chemo, though. Serena is 10 years old... it won't prolong her life that much longer and what kind of life would it be?
So if I know its cancer then what? I obsess over the fact that she has cancer... knowing she'll die from it and I sit and wait for the inevitable.
Now... without knowing the results, then what? Am I going to obsess about it? Am I going to watch her every move to see if maybe she's showing signs of cancer?

The cost of the test isn't a problem at all.

There is a very good chance it is cancer. It usually is in cats.

Basically... what would you do? Would you want to know? What would you do with the results?

Ketchup Sex

What does your fridge contain? If it's anything like mine it has a wonderful collection of many different sizes, shapes and flavors of food. 3 kinds of mustard, 8 kinds of salad dressing, Miracle Whip and mayonnaise, 3 different kinds of juice, tons of leftovers that nobody ever wants to touch (why do I bother keeping cooked carrots anyway).... and 2 bottles of ketchup.

I feel for those with more mouths in their house than I have. With 4 different sets of taste buds in this house we have enough variety to please anyone.

I cut up some cantelope today and went to put the bowl in the fridge. If you are a mom you understand that simply putting something away can take anywhere from 10 seconds to an hour. Move this, throw away that, clean this.

I skipped the throwing away part today because I was not in the mood for the scent testing of refrigerator science experiments. Maybe tomorrow. One is made with sour cream - I'm just not in the mood.

Somehow we always seem to manage to accumulate 2 different bottles of opened ketchup in our fridge. I don't know how, don't know why. I'm not sure if someone sees a bottle in the cupboard and just figures it's too warm and needs to go into some air conditioning. I don't know.

I did move some thing and clean ..... ok, I lied. I didn't clean a damn thing. But I did find the 2 bottles of ketchup which are now having... guess you would call it intercourse. That must be it because the bigger bottle is on top.

We will be back down to one bottle of ketchup once again.

Camera Critters - Serena Rosabella

This week for Camera Critters I'm posting my baby girl, Serena Rosabella. She's almost 10 years old and I recently found a lump on her stomach.

She goes in on Monday for surgery... I need some good vibes for my baby girl. The lump is in her mammary glands and it's pretty big. There is only a 15% chance that it isn't malignant. And if it is.. the survival rate is very slim. It sounds like once they are diagnosed with cancer, they go pretty quick. She's not acting sick at all - it's just this lump, so it's ok, right?

This is a recent pic of her... just yesterday, in fact. She's always mistaken for a kitten, but she's really an old lady.. LOL She's a shaded sliver persian.

This one is my baby. We have 3 cats, but this one is mine. She's one of those one-person cats. She's the one by my side when I fall asleep... she meets me in the bathroom every morning for her water - she only drinks from the faucet, of course! Princess Serena is what I should call her!

I know all pets must go at one point. Lord knows I've been there a few times. I never thought I'd find a cat to take the place of my Murray - a black stray cat that I got when I was 15. Ten years later I had to put him to sleep and I never, in my wildest dreams, thought I could love another cat like that... then there was Serena. In fact, she sleeps in the same exact spot that Murray always slept.

Ok enough of my rambles. They are sending the lump in for tests and we should know in 7-10 days from Monday. Good thoughts, ok? The more, the better.

My letter to me

My Thursday Thunk....

Dear 18 year old self,

Shape the hell up you stupid idiot.

Pretty harsh, huh? Well, its the truth. You are a moron. First off, listen to your father and go to college for computers. I don't care what with computers, just go. I know you don't have any interest in them and turning them on is too confusing, but just believe me. Sure, Joyce is actually on your side on this one but for once - Dad is right. Amazing, yes I know, but just listen to him. Believe it or not, in 15 years your life will revolve around computers. You will even be making money because of them... but it takes you 15 years, so stop being an idiot and go to college.

When the 2 guys walk into the cafe the night that that strange guy is freaking you out - go ahead and ask them to stay but then forget about them. Seriously... especially the blonde, just forget you ever saw him. I really don't know how your life will turn out if you listen to me, but you'll at least avoid 2 years of hell on earth.

If you are reading this during the "Jason break up time" - suck it up. Quit your fricken crying and eat something other than oatmeal cream pies... you don't like them and you never will. Eating them won't bring him back. But time will... yeah, you end up with him in the end.

Follow those few little things and the things you screwed up on should be fixed. The rest is all ok. If you do forget the blonde... don't find another reason to move out. Stay at Dad & Joyce's and take the accident settlement and bank it. Don't spend it in a month... but as long as you forget the blonde, a good chunk of it won't be spent right away.

Don't burn your diaries. You spent years writing them... don't burn them. Your memory sucks and you pretty much forget everything that was probably written in them, so just keep them. I don't care how embarrassed you are about stupid stuff you wrote, don't burn them. It's not worth it.

Thats about it.

Oh... and yeah, the rumors are true.... there is a sibling out there somewhere, so you can stop stressing about it. You'll meet him in a few years. Yep, it's a boy. He's pretty cool - cooler than you imagined the make-believe little sister to be. (yep, you really aren't the baby... but you get over that as soon as you meet him)

Oh... one more thing. Don't let Murray outside anymore. Keep him an inside cat. You might get an extra year or so with him that way. It's quite a ways down the road, but just keep him inside.

Thursday Thunk 8.14 Letter to Me

Welcome to the Thursday Thunks! Where we make you think a little bit before you blog!

This week we will answer:

There's no question to answer this week. This week you are going to write a letter to yourself...I talked about it the other day, giving you loyal readers a heads-up. The idea came from Brad Paisley's song "A Letter to Me" where, in the song, he wrote a letter to his 17 year old self. You can pick the self you want to write to... 18, 15, 12... whatever! Be creative!

.... and tell your friends!

at the moment blogger is not loading right where I can add Mister Linky for you to add your link.... I'll keep trying. Leave a comment with your link if nothing else! nevermind... it's fixed. Yeeehawww. Who's first?

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