600th post & Mel

This is my 600th post. Are we thrilled? I'm really not.....

Anyway. A friend of mine posted a picture of Mel in IC's picture of the day thread today... and one yesterday & today in the same type of thread over at VintageSledders.com.
He didn't know... or forgot... that I was "a Mel fan". I politely informed him that I am not just a fan - I am his future wife and that, yes, the husband knew about this.
How could he forgot about my love for Mel? Seriously? He isn't much a friend I guess to forget such a valuable piece of information about me. That would be like everyone forgetting Jodi & Elvis.

But I guess I've forgiven him because he did post this picture of Mel with a kitty. It is now my desktop background.

Oh... and sorry, I suppose if you aren't a member at IC yet you can't see that thread I was talking about. I guess you'll just have to join then.

I just dont' understand why you haven't yet.

Happy Monday & Happy 600th post to me.

I hate emailing myself

Does anyone know how I can Blogger to stop emailing me when *I* comment on someone's blog - or my own blog for that matter? I want to get everyone else's updates, but I know what I said - I don't need a stinkin' email about it.

Its gonna be random

I feel like blogging, but I really have nothing to blog about so I'm just gonna start typing and see where this goes. Maybe it won't go anywhere and this will be a waste of your time to read, who knows.
So yesterday I made our Christmas cards, then I wrote our yearly "letter" to send with it. I'm sitting there and realized that nothing exciting had happened to us in 2008 except for getting Saki. Which probably is ok, it's better than something huge & horrible happening. Knock on wood, of course, because 2008 isn't finished yet.
My brother, Patrick, is a member on IC Forums... actually he's the brains behind it. There wouldn't be a forum to post on if it wasn't for him. Anyway, the other day he posted about a Motrin ad that was created & run that sent a whole bunch of sling-baby-wearing moms into an uproar. I had to laugh.. I never "wore" my babies and not that I have anything against it or anything but I think Motrin was thinking when they created that ad! Wearing your baby any way, even just with your arms, is pain. Plain and simple. And there is not a mother out there who can tell me differently. Motherhood causes headaches, backaches, stomachaches and everything else in between. It comes with the territory. And if you tell me it doesn't, I've got 2 perfectly behaved, non-emotional teenagers to sell you. I think Motrin should point there ad at me! The baby years are easy... just wait until your precious cooing bundles of joy turn into back-talking, mood swinging, hormonal, hate-you-then-love-you teenagers. You don't know the pain of a migraine until you've gotten past those terrible twos.
But yet, even though my demons hate me after I tell them to take out the garbage or that they need to clean their room... I still just had to get them both a puffle from ToysRUs yesterday because... well, I'm a mom and even though they cause me pain, I forget about it when I think of how happy they will be when I give them their "for no reason present". (A "puffle" is a character on Club Penguin. If your kids haven't discovered Club Penguin yet... let them. It's a great site. Very safe, very monitored.)
I've been sick for almost a week... I wish one of the demons would have given me a "for no reason present" of doing the dishes at least once this past week. Never happened. Oh well. The pain of being a mom. They have clean clothes, clean dishes and blueberry muffins in their tummies, but I am still sick.
Baby wearing moms.... just wait. You ain't felt the pain that Motrin can't relieve.
Wow. I really went off on that, now didn't I? Just strikes a cord with me. Perfect little mommies. They all live in a dreamworld.
Hmmm now I don't have anything else to say. Chico is barking at God knows what. Probably the wind or something stupid. I swear that he must have some sort of anxiety disorder. He's always scared of something and tries to act like a big dog and bark. I tell him that nobody is afraid of a dustmop, but he just keeps going.
Hey.... dustmops. I finally got one of those Swiffer WetJets this weekend. The jury is still out if I like it or not. Seems to leave streaks on my living room floor (it's got a wood floor - or those knock-off wood floors I suppose you could call it). Seems to pick up a lot of stuff though. Either that or my floor was just that dirty. It is that time of year... wet, muddy, dogs drag their muddy paws across my floors.
Anyone ever use those Frebreeze candles? Holy cow, do they throw off their scent! It's got to be the strongest smelling candle to date. Love them. Sometimes its too much, but it makes the whole house smell good - not just the 4 foot circumfrance of the candle.
You still reading?? I have days like this where I just want to type about nothing in particular. Today is one of those days. I really should get my ass in gear and go do my errands and visit my parents but I have no ambition. And my weatherbug says its 19 degrees outside. Brrrrcity, as Kimber would say.
Ok I guess I'm done. Don't know if it was worth reading or not, but it got my blogging out of my system for the time being.

I'm adding the Motrin video. Seems even the cached page of it doesn't work. Tell me what you think? Think Motrin went too far? You already know my opinion....

Holy crap, we're purple

I got a little bored this morning and splashed some purple paint around the place....

In other news, the kitten is leaving today. She's litterboxed trained (like that was hard) and she's poopin' pretty solid poops. It was runny yesterday due to change in environment, stress, shots, dewormer or all of the above. I went to the vet and grabbed some anti-diarrea meds for her and it took hold overnight. She's all set to go to my parents when the girls get home from school. (They insist they are the ones that deliver her. Whatever.) I also got one of our extra litterboxes that weren't being used, some litter, food, toys, treats, scratching thing and a bed. My parents are all set to take their kitten.

Go read this potty mouth

If I could write something like this, I'd be a millionaire. Ok maybe not, because Jenny isn't (I don't think she is... are you, Jenny?)
For moms of daughters... you gotta read this.

I'll give you a tease, but then you gotta go read the rest yourself. I am not going to be responsible for stomach pains and spilled coffee.

......having 3 little girls...I have changed my tampon in front of them more times than not. It's just the way it is. I think of it as a learning experience.

So, we're in the "big stall" and the girls all go potty first, then I start my process.

As I'm doing my business, I hear one of my evil children say...LOUDLY..."Does it hurt when you put it in?".......

Hurry up... go read it!!!

Oh, and check out her golden babies while you are there, too! Give her Maxwell some luvin's, too, his tummy wasn't feeling well :(

Summer vacation and blog designs.

Ok. I think I'm done... for now... changing things on my blog. See, I found this really cool blog yesterday and the hints, tips and step-by-step descriptions on how to do things rock my socks off. I just went with it.

I've done enough, like I said... for now. Now it's time to go back to regular scheduled blogging.

Today is the last day of school for the demons, which means it's the last day of my freedom as I know it. I enjoy my alone time each day... I still consider it needed from those toddler years. So next weeks starts the day after day excitement of trying to keep the demons occupied, happy and from killing each other. That is why I plan on spending a lot of time out at the lake this year. They can fish & swim until their hearts are content... I just might have to invest in a laptop pretty soon so I can blog while tanning.

What the hell are you doing?

Yeah, yeah I know... stop with the fricken changes already, would ya?

I can't help it... I'm never happy and I get bored with things easy. I have another excuse... if you haven't already gone and got yourself a wide-screen monitor - don't. Seriously, don't do it. It makes everything look all messed up and cock-eyed. Thats why I'm never happy with my blog now - it looks stupid.

I'll get over it. I promise.

Rained all day today. But hey... if you are paying attention to the things I plan on blogging about... I can scratch the "how to kill a rose bush" off my list....

I DIDN'T KILL IT!

In fact, it came back... and my rose tree came back!

*doing the happy dance two times over*

Can't wait 'till they bloom... I may have to redo my blog to make it my background image!

Whoa... what did that have to do with rain?

Yes, dear readers, Kittilicious - The Blog has changed names to a Straight Jacket & a Padded Room.

Seemed more fitting with less than 365 days until I am the parent of two teenagers!

Need more to do!!!!!

Does anyone participate or know of any fun blog memes - I still am freaked out by that word - or whatever you want to call them?

I've joined the Manic Monday one, then I've got PhotoHunters on Saturday and two (Camera Critters & Weekly Winners) on Sunday. I would like at least two between Monday and Saturday.

Open for suggestions....

Yap yap yap yap

Someone brought it to my attention that I talked to much the past couple days... it was hard to catch up on my blog.

Sorry.

Next time I'll post twice as much! LOL

If you have nothing better to do...

Hey... if you have a minute, click on boxes like this here on my blog. There's 4 of them total.

I'd appreciate it!

Good Morning

It's 5:30 in the fricken morning. One of the downsides of the husband getting up at 2am is the husband gets up at 2am.

Dog starts whining, she has to go outside.

Dog comes in, jumps in bed. When the hell did she get so big?

"Honey, why are my shirts folded?"
"I ran out of hangers"

Kiss on the cheek and away he goes... driving the big truck into the sunrise.

There's no sunrise at 3am. But there is a huge feeling of being upset pissed off when you are lying there in bed realizing that you are in no way going to fall back to sleep.

So upstairs I go to see if the internet functions at 3am. It does, did you know that? People are actually awake at 3am, other than me! Ok, she doesn't count. She lives in the UK. But alas! I hear a voice coming from the end of the hallway....

"Mom, what time is it?"
"4:00"
"in the morning?"
"Yeah"
"Ok."

Demon #2 proceeds to get up, get dressed and go downstairs. So she's awake now, too. Great. Crabby kid alert at 6pm tonight!

Oh... and the dogs are now sleeping on my bed.

Someone got bored today

The snowy kitty had to go bye-bye. I am sick of snow and I no longer want to advertise for it. I want green grass, colorful flowers and warm air. So now we are going to look at green leaves for awhile!

I was talking to the husband last night about "spring clean up" out at the lake. I can't wait for summer vacation when the girls & I can head out there and spend day after day after day....

Did I just say I can't wait for summer vacation?

I've gone mad.

What my girls did today

They went to school. Not really sure what that all consisted of because I wasn't there. Demon #1 got home at 3:20 and irritated me for about a hour with saying nothing but "moo", but I couldn't help but bust out laughing everytime she did it. She helped me make supper and then while she set the table at 4:55, I ran to pick up Demon #2 from swimming. When she got in the car I was greeted with; "Mommy, you better have supper ready because I'm hungry!". Which I then used the ride home to make her come up with better greetings to greet her mother with. I also threatened her with the fact that we only live 6 blocks from school and I should make her walk instead of being a nice mommy and driving to pick her up. We got home, woke dear old dad up who was sleeping on the couch, had supper and then I cleaned up the supper mess, the girls played a game and the husband went back to his nap.

I spent the entire day on the computer today..... 95% of it was creating an Easter line in my store.

It's been 39 days since I quit smoking but I almost had one today.

I'm sorry, those last 2 comments were about me. This is supposed to be about the demons.

I think this is the most boring blog post I've written yet.

A Kittilicious Did You Know: Did you know that if you mess with a mama bear's cubs she will not think twice about killing you?

Why are the Demons called demons?

Some of you are maybe wondering why I call my children "Demon #1" and "Demon #2". It has absolutely nothing to do with their behavior, looks or anything of the sort. It started way back in 1994 when I was pregnant with Demon #1. She was an active baby and at times it looked like I was going to birth an alien out of my belly button. Not knowing if this little baby was female or male, I started calling it "the demon spawn seeded from the devil himself"... because she was a difficult pregnancy and - jokingly - I'd blame the husband - her father - the devil - for doing this to me.

When I became pregnant the 2nd time, it was just natural to call that one a demon, too. Although she was the easiest pregnancy a woman could ask for... and the BEST baby!!! Far from a demon, thats for sure, but the names stuck.

So anyone out there who thinks I call my children demons because I don't like them or can't control them or they are these awful children... it's far from the truth. Sometimes assumptions do only one thing... makes an ass out of people and it's usually the person doing the assuming.

Demon #1's other nickname is Monster - for the same pregnancy reasons. Demon #2's nickname is Bear because it sounds cute with "Krissy". Are those bad nicknames for kids? You be the judge.

Bad comments and bad parenting

If you have ever left a negative comment here you will notice it doesn't stay long. I hate negativity. With anyone.

Someone decided to tell me I was a bad parent because I don't post about my kids much. My life revolves around my animals and my quitting smoking and not enough on my children.

This is a blog that any random person can read and it's about me and I have control over what I want to put into it. If I want to talk about puppies and cigarettes I will.

If you look at my blog labels you will see what I talk about most often.

I talk about what I feel like talking about at any given time. I really fricken love chocolate, but do I clutter this blog with it? No. I love to read, do you see book recommendations all over? No. I love sex with my husband, do you see details about it? No.

And one thing - if you don't like what someone is writing about... stop reading it.

Stupid comments made by strangers explain why I don't dive into the very personal life of myself or my children on a public blog.

FRIENDS VS Minnesota FRIENDS

FRIENDS VS Minnesota FRIENDS

FRIENDS: Never ask for food.
Minnesota FRIENDS: Always bring the food.

FRIENDS: Will say 'hello'.
Minnesota FRIENDS: Will give you a big hug.

FRIENDS: Call your parents Mr. and Mrs.
Minnesota FRIENDS: Call your parents Mom and Dad

FRIENDS: Have never seen you cry.
Minnesota FRIENDS: Cry with you.

FRIENDS: Will eat at your dinner table and leave.
Minnesota FRIENDS: Will spend hours there, talking, laughing, and just being together.

FRIENDS: Know a few things about you.
Minnesota FRIENDS: Could write a book with direct quotes from you.

FRIENDS: Will leave you behind if that's what the crowd is doing.
Minnesota FRIENDS: Will kick the whole crowd's ass that left you.

FRIENDS: Would knock on your door.
Minnesota FRIENDS: Walk right in and say, 'Anyone home?'

FRIENDS: Are for a while
Minnesota FRIENDS: Are for life.

FRIENDS: Might ignore this.
Minnesota FRIENDS: Will forward this to other Minnesota Friends.

I'm actually blushing!

Ran across this blog post today while going through my statcounter. Never heard of lady before, never heard of this blog... what a nice surprise to find someone talking me up more than I talk about myself!

Makes me wanna go run and make a bunch more kids' designs!

Oh wait... I did that!

Kawasaki Snowmobiles - I am not the expert

I thought it was funny that this blog was getting Google hits from searches regarding Kawasaki sleds. Interceptors, Invaders... all of them. The husband didn't find much humor in it, though. If you notice on my sidebar there is a link to KawasakiTrax.com. Thats where you want to go for information on Kawi sleds. How I climbed the Google ladder, I don't know. All the information you would ever want or need to know is there. The site and the forums themselves is filled with information from the best group of die-hard Kawi fans out there. Are they experts? Sure they are! They are self-taught experts and what better way to become one, right! So if you stumbled into this blog because you are looking for something about your Kawasaki snowmobile, go there, not here. I just use this as a place to vent, bitch and brag really. (Read my posts on the upcoming 'Ceptorlicious - my very own Interceptor that is already pissing Kawi fans off and it hasn't even made it to our garage yet!) I'm just the wife of a Kawasaki addict, thats all.
And if you are looking for Kawi t-shirts, coffee mugs, sweatshirts and other gifts - thats where I can help. SledderWear.com is mine and it's my little part of the snowmobile world. But otherwise... head over to KawasakiTrax and yap with the guys - they will help you out!

Subjects

So back to this journal subject thing and Mr Stromme. I was just out in the garage having a cigarette and I was thinking about that. He didn't give subjects/questions like "What did you do last night" or "What did you do on your summer vacation", he gave odd things like "Today's subject is 'a blue ball'". A what? A blue ball? What the heck are you suppose to write about a blue ball?

Now mind you, I don't have any of these journals, so I don't exactly remember if that was one of the subjects or not, it's just an example that I came up with.

Mr Stromme - if you ever read this. Try the blue ball subject. It could make for some interesting reading.

So you take some words like a blue ball and he left you sitting there with the most blank look on your face trying to be creative and come up with something that even came close to making sense or even came close to the subject he gave you. I think I blame him for my strange thinking. See, I think strange things. Random things that either nobody else thinks of or I am the only one that admits that I think these things. One day, in the shower, I started thinking. I mean, seriously, what else can you do while standing there waiting for the 60 second lapse time for the conditioner to properly work? I don't have one of those removable-put-where-you-want showerheads, so I have to just stand there thinking. So I'm standing there with conditioner in my hair and I wonder - if someone broke into my house right at that very moment and went all Psycho movie on me and killed me in the shower ..... would the funeral director rinse out the conditioner in my hair?

Deep thoughts, people, I tell ya. And it all starts with a blue ball.