The Marquis de Sade School of Dentistry

Yup, I'm positive that the dentist I went to today graduated with honors from that particular school. I really think she totally enjoyed watching me wince at each jab and scrape.
I have to go in every three months for a periodontal cleaning since I am having periodontal issues. The last time I went in I had my teeth cleaned by the hygienist and it was relatively pain free.
Not this time.
The hygienist is out on some kind of medical leave-stress related maybe?-so the regular dentist had to clean my teeth. I had never seen this woman before, the dental office we go to seems to change dentists about as often as I change my underwear, and I don't think she was too happy at having to do hygienist work today. She used that supersonic water jet thing and when you have sensitive teeth and gums anyway, that is like having little tiny needles jabbed into your gums. And then after she was done with that, she scraped the heck out of some of my teeth, jabbed my gums some more, and then told me to come back in three months for some more torture. Can't wait.
Remember the Dustin Hoffman movie 'Marathon Man', where he is being tortured by having holes drilled in his teeth while being asked 'is it safe'? That was me today, I kept wanting to yell out 'it's safe, it's safe!'

Tomorrow Bear goes to the vet to get her teeth cleaned. They use general anesthesia. So, next time I think I will just go to the vet to get my teeth cleaned. It sounds much more humane.

What DO I do all Day?

My days are my own and I'm free to set my own schedule, but I just can't figure out why I don't seem to get much done with all that time. Maybe I'm just DISORGANIZED ???

Here is a typical day:

6:30 or 7 am: Wake up, no need to set an alarm when you are self employed-no time clocks to punch around here.
Morning grooming, which consists mainly of brushing teeth and maybe hair.
Coffee
Etsy-check emails, relist sold supplies, start packing up orders.
Mimi jumps up on my shoulders, put up with her leaving claw marks in my back for a few minutes, make her jump off.
More coffee
Find Bear-give morning doses of medicine. Sometimes this takes awhile since she hides.
More coffee
Clean out cat boxes
More etsy, list new things, pack up more orders.
Mimi jumps up on my shoulders again, more claw marks. Make Mimi get down.
Realize that I'm hungry and go find something to eat. Too lazy to cook something so settle for yogurt and granola bar.
Coffee pot is empty, don't need anymore coffee so get some water.
More etsy and general messing around on the computer.
Mimi jumps up on my shoulders again, more claw marks, make her get down.
Realize it's already 10am and probably should get dressed. No clean underwear so think about doing laundry, maybe even actually put some clothes in the washer.
Get dressed and go to post office, run any other errands.
Get home and stomach is growling again, find something for lunch if I haven't stopped at Subway because I'm too lazy to fix a sandwich.
Eat lunch, brush teeth, think about working on some of the many many projects in my studio.
Studio is very messy and cat litter is all over the floor, sweep floor and think about cleaning studio, put off until tomorrow, and shove everything on the worktable out of the way so I have a space to work.
Work on stuff.
Cats are napping so no Mimi on my shoulder.
Check etsy and emails, list something.
Work in studio some more.
Iced tea.
Check etsy and emails.
Mess around on computer for a while, get lost in the etsy forums.
Get back to work in studio, take photos for new listings.
Iced tea.
Think about cleaning the house, decide to put off until tomorrow.
Now it's about 4 pm and Keith gets home, talk about our day, think about starting dinner soon.
Back to the computer, mess around and realize stomach is growling, better get that dinner started. Hate to cook so suggest we go to Spencers for dinner or find something easy to cook, like tacos.
Eat, clean up kitchen, make Keith's lunch for tomorrow, get coffee for tomorrow ready.
Find Bear for evening doses of medicine. Again, sometimes this takes awhile since she's hiding again.
Keith watches TV, falls asleep in front of TV. Buddy watches TV with Keith, falls asleep on top of Keith in front of TV.
Mess around on the computer some more, sometimes with Mimi on my shoulders.
Take our showers, send Keith to bed after much nagging and reminding of how early he has to get up, watch an episode of The Wire's 4th season on DVD-best season yet!
11:00 pm, go to bed.

Antique Shopping

Yesterday we decided to go downtown and wander through our favorite antique store, The Five and Dime, which is inside the old Woolworths' building downtown.
Complete with luncheonette.
I love that word, luncheonette, that's something you don't see anymore.
I was looking for vintage childrens books to cut up and use in pendants and collage and found some good ones yesterday, along with a vintage United States puzzle and a game with tiles that I think I can use as charms in a bracelet. I love the illustrations in the old childrens books, they are just so sweet, one of the books is about a little rabbit and a crow and they are dressed in little jackets and hats. One of the books is a take-off on Dick and Jane but with Alice and Jerry instead.
We were starving so we ate lunch at the old Woolworth's lunch counter, I mean luncheonette-they had a very limited menu, hamburgers and a couple of sandwiches, but hamburgers and fries hit the spot for us. There are hardly any restaurants in downtown Bakersfield, so your lunch choices are very limited-it's a big downtown and urban blight has hit it pretty hard. Most of the stores are boarded up or pawn shops and of course the porn 'theatre' which is actually in an old theatre. It's kind of sad to see such a depressed area of the city, but I don't think they can revitalize it like many cities have done, it's pretty far gone.

Paper Dolls

Do kids still play with paper dolls? Can you even buy them anymore?
One of my favorite childhood memories is of getting a new paper doll to cut out and play with. You could buy them at the drugstore right next to the comic books and coloring books and they were probably about ten cents back in the early sixties. We would keep all the cutout paper dolls and clothes in shoeboxes and I'm sure we left lots of scraps all over the floor. I remember being thrilled with a gift of a Pebbles paper doll at my birthday party when I was 8 or 9. Not like the expensive gifts you have to give kids today at birthday parties. And not like the expensive birthday parties you have to give kids today, either. If you don't have at least a bouncy house at your party you are just not cool. Our parties were a few neighborhood kids, some cake and ice cream, and musical chairs and pin the tail on the donkey.
Anyway, back to the paper dolls. My friend's mom read McCalls magazine and in each issue there was the coveted Betsy McCall paper doll that she would fight over with her sister each month. My mom didn't buy McCalls so I never got the paper dolls unless I could trade something with my friend for them.
When I was around 12, I still played with paper dolls, making my own from Betty and Veronica comic books, cutting out Betty or Veronica and making outfits for them with paper and crayons. I was a little embarrassed at still enjoying this when all my friends were starting to think about boys, makeup, and shaving their legs, but I still remember the fun I had creating outfits for my homemade paper dolls.
Maybe that's why I like to do collage, the cutting and pasting, the colors of the papers and bits and pieces of things remind me of the paper dolls of my childhood.

Now THIS was a good movie!

Fifty one years, nine months, and four days-that's how long he had been in love with her and had been waiting for her. From the moment he first saw her he pledged his everlasting love and fidelity to her. Well, the love lasted but maybe not the fidelity.

Love In The Time of Cholera.

What a good movie! Set in Columbia starting in the 1870's and spanning fifty years, this movie was beautifully filmed, beautifully acted, and had beautiful background music, including some original songs in Spanish by the ever so talented Shakira.
I can't give away the plot, which really is just a simple love story. Boy meets girl, they fall in love, her father doesn't want her to marry him because he is not wealthy, girl meets wealthy man and settles for a not so happy marriage, and in the end, boy gets girl. Oops, just gave it away!
Anyway, watch this movie, it's a little slow paced but so pretty to watch and I loved the actors and period costumes and the look at life in another time and place. I watched it twice.

Poor Little Harry aka Little Bit

I never write about our sweet little black kitty, Harrison, and no, we didn't name her that, Keith's daughter Kelly picked out that name. I have always called her Little Bit because she was so little when we got her. She is our second kitty and is now going on three years old, I think. A few years back we noticed a litter of kittens in the back yard behind us and thought the mama cat belonged to the young guy that lived there. His backyard was kind of a wasteland like ours, but it wasn't just dirt like ours, grass actually grew back there. There was an unused lawnmower that had been sitting there in the tall grass for a few months and the mama kitty had hidden her babies under the lawnmower. We heard a kitten crying in distress one day so Keith jumped the fence and found that one of the kittens had fallen into the grasscatcher on the lawnmower that had filled up with rainwater. The poor kitten was crying away for mama cat to come and rescue it and was about ready to drown. We finally asked the guy that lived there if those were his cats, which of course he said no, so Kelly and the girl that lived next door decided to rescue three of the kittens. They carried them around and fed them kitten formula and Kelly wanted to keep Harrison. We were able to give away the other two rescued babies and so Harrison became the first of our rescue kitties. She was so cute when she was little, all black with a white streak on her nose and white paws and chest. I started calling her Little Bit because it just kind of fit her. Pepper was somewhat tolerant of this little intruder and would just whack her on the head if she got too annoying.
Little Bit is a very independent kitty, very sweet and quiet and hardly ever asks for attention, so she kind of gets ignored most of the time especially with five other cats in the house. I try to give her little pats and a little attention during the day but she is so timid that sometimes she'll run away or just hide out all day. She rarely meows and always surprises me when I hear any noise coming out of her. She won't go through the kitty door to the garage but will stand there looking at it until you come along and let her in or out. She has a shelf in the garage that has become her spot to go hide in the quiet and dark of the garage. She will play with the other cats every once in a while, and Buddy loves to get her going and chase her around the house. We call her vampire kitty too because she has a kitty overbite and her front fangs are always showing. She's just a sweet kitty and is still a little bit, she hasn't gotten chubby like Pepper and Bear.

Swap Meet Sunday

Hey, it has been one year since I quit working for walmart and became self employed! So for my anniversary we went to the swap meet on Sunday-the same swap meet that we forgot how to find months ago and forgot to stop and get money to go to anyway and just ended up driving around town aimlessly for an hour or so.
Anyway, Keith had a bug up his ass about going to the swap meet on Saturday morning so off he went by himself and came back home about 4 hours later with some tools, and then Sunday morning he gets up and wants to go back to the swap meet, so off we went. We remembered to stop and get some money first, too. I don't know where most towns hold their swap meets these days since the demise of the drive in movie theatre-drive in movie theatres will be a topic for a later post, I'm sure there are lots of young people who don't even understand the concept of a drive in movie theatre and think they are something us old people just made up, like computers that used to take up a whole room or something-but anyway our swap meet is in the dirt parking lot of the fairgrounds downtown. The nasty dirt parking lot of the fairgrounds.
In southern California the swap meets have become a marketplace attended by a mostly Hispanic crowd-no racism intended here, the majority of swap meet shoppers and sellers are Mexican in our part of America and Spanish is the most common language you'll hear there . So, the merchandise is aimed for the most part at that demographic. Lots of the ruffledy baby clothes, work clothes for the farmworkers, gloves, tools, Caballero styled shirts, chili peppers and unidentified dried spices, the odd Mexican candies, housewares, cheap toys for the kids, all kinds of stuff, and all at really really low prices. There must be some mega swap meet wholesaler out there that provides all this stuff since most of it looks pretty much the same from booth to booth. Hard way to make a living, selling shirts at 3 for 10.00 and having to sit out there all day long hoping to make enough money to feed your family for another week.
They even have what passes for a food court, the catering trucks set up shop there and put out a few picnic tables so that you can enjoy your meal out there in the dirt parking lot. I noticed that every food truck had a sign outside advertising the gourmet treat of the day. Hot Dog...with Bacon. I didn't want to get one to see what they do with the bacon, is it wrapped around the hot dog like a bacon wrapped filet mignon or is it crumbled up on top? Hot dogs by themselves are nasty enough, I don't think the bacon will improve anything there.
Of course I had to go to the bathroom as soon as we got there after drinking a cup of coffee to wake up and having a notoriously small bladder anyway, and of course there are no bathrooms, just porta potties that didn't have working locks on most of them, all lined up in a row. Porta potties that were totally nasty already and probably only get cleaned out on the third Thursday of the month or something. I'm not usually real squeamish about public restrooms, but I used a LOT of toilet paper to line that seat before I sat down, believe me!
So, next time we go to the swap meet I'm getting some of these first!
Serenity underwear so that you can pee your pants in total serenity.

Here's What Really Happened

So, Keith got home tonight and I was telling him about the rice a roni incident and he filled me in on the whole story.
He gets up early, really really early because he has to be at work at 6am and it's a 30 minute drive. So he gets up really early and stumbles out to the kitchen and turns on the coffeepot that I have so thoughtfully filled up with water and coffee the night before, and he finds boxes of food all over the kitchen floor. A box of instant oatmeal with huge teeth marks and pieces ripped out of it, the aforementioned box of rice a roni, a box of granola bars with teeth marks in it, one stray granola bar with teeth marks in it, and a single mini bag of cheetos (told you the cats liked cheetos) that the cats got OUT of the big bag that holds all the mini bags of cheetos, also with teeth marks in it.
My guess is that Buddy, who I blame everything on because he is the baddest one, got really hungry during the night. We've not been leaving food out overnight because Pepper is supposed to be on a diet and should only eat twice a day rather that all day and all night.
So, Buddy must have jumped up into the pantry, which has no door on it because Keith has not put the new door on it yet (and it's been since Christmas that the door has been off) and just had a great time up in there searching for something yummy. The only thing he didn't rip into was the bag of meow mix CAT FOOD that was on the shelf right near the granola bars and oatmeal.
So, tonight we are leaving the cat food bowls out filled with nice fresh meow mix!

More Thievery

Last night Keith was emptying his pockets onto the bed and had a ten dollar bill in his pocket that he put on the bed.

Buddy stole the ten dollar bill.

And, this morning I found this in one of the cats little pop up hideaway houses.

Complete with teeth marks in the package.

I would have loved to have seen Buddy carrying rice a roni around.

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Saving it for Later?

What the heck? I find some of my crafty things in some strange places, but this one just has me baffled. It's usually Buddy who steals little things from my craft room, did he get hungry while he was carrying this around or did he just decide to leave it in the food dish so he'd remember where it was for later? This is a half finished button ring that was in a basket on a shelf.
Buddy is notorious for stealing things. Keith was getting his lunch ready one morning, put a baggie of carrots on the counter, turned around and in a split second Buddy was running down the hall, baggie of carrots hanging out of his mouth.
Mimi up close and personal.

Ooh, Walmart's Gonna Sell Booze!

I had to go to walmart this morning for more bubble wrap, bubble envelopes, packing tape, printer ink, cleaning supplies and all that other crap that you go to walmart for and as I was leaving I noticed one of those big 'intent to sell alcoholic beverages' signs on the door. I'm sure they won't be selling hard liquor, but beer and wine yes. Now the walmart haters will have something new to complain about. Not only is walmart running all the mom and pops out of business, forcing people to work at slave labor wages in their stores, polluting the environment with all the plastic bags, supporting sweatshops in foreign countries, and eating kittens and puppies for breakfast, now they'll be supporting ALCOHOLISM too! Yahoo!!

If you ever venture into the forums on etsy, chances are there will be a thread about the evils of walmart and someone will of course state that they would never shop there and would never buy from an etsy seller who shops there and blah blah blah. My favorite is how walmart is running the mom and pops out of business. Hey, walmart STARTED OUT as a mom and pop but were just a little smarter than the average mom and pop and made a multi billion dollar business out of said mom and pop. Isn't that the American dream? Start small and build big and make millions of dollars and buy a big house and raise some ungrateful kids who can't wait until you die so that they can inherit the millions of dollars? Go, Sam!

And now you'll be able to raise a toast to good old Sam with the beer and wine that you'll soon be able to buy-at a discount no less!-at your favorite neighborhood walmart!!

Kitties Like Cheetos Too

First Mimi had to investigate:
Then Buddy:
And then of course Lucy needs to see what's so interesting:

Movie Night-Dan in Real Life

Sorry, it was not blissfully funny and touching. Meh.
Storyline: Dan is a widower with three girls who goes to the family 'cabin' by some water somewhere where it must be kind of chilly because everybody is wearing scarves. The house is huge and full of family and kids and grandparents and everybody is good looking and nice and everybody is getting along great with everybody else and they're concerned about poor Dan because he is a widower with three girls and needs to find love in his life.
So...he gets sent into town to pick up the newspapers and of course meets a woman in the bait shop/bookstore and falls in love. Then he goes home with the newspapers, tells his family about the woman he just met, only to find out that the woman he has just fallen in love with is his brother's new girlfriend-who just happens to have been invited along to spend vacation time with the rest of the huge family.
Now, a lot of issues could have been avoided if Dan had only said "oh, my god, that's the woman I just met and fell in love with!'
But, noooo, wouldn't have much of a story then, now would we?
So, the vacation goes along with Dan and the woman trying not to let on that they are in love with each other. This family is just much too cozy, having a boys against girls crossword puzzle competition, everyone doing aerobics together on the front lawn, going to the beach (in scarves and jackets) together, playing charades together, playing football on the front lawn together, and putting on a talent show together. Who are these people-the freaking Kennedys?
Just too much togetherness for me, and of course the matriarch and patriarch of the family are all wise and patient and all knowing and so concerned for poor Dan who is a widower with three girls and needs to find love in his life.
And then, with all these people in this huge house all eating together making messes in the huge kitchen and they don't have a dishwasher? Come on, if you can afford this huge house and can afford to feed this huge family, you can afford a damn dishwasher!
So, in the end, Dan gets the girl and gets married on the front lawn with the whole huge family there and happily ever after.
I want to see the sequel to this movie after married life goes on for a little while-fighting about the woman having slept with Dan's brother first and do we HAVE to go do aerobics and play football with your family AGAIN. Can't we take a vacation by ourselves without the whole damn family in our faces? And the girls telling the new wife 'You're not my REAL mother, you can't tell me what to do!!'
I think I'd like the sequel better.

Kitty Parade

So, I'm sitting on the toilet and in one bathroom door and out the other door comes Lucy marching along with her tail in the air and Buddy right behind her with his nose RIGHT IN HER BUTT all the way from one door across the floor and out the other door.
Huh.

TV Review Day

First off, it's tax day, so get ALL your money together and send it in to Uncle Sam! Right now!

Now on to TV review day.
I don't watch much regular network TV and we don't have cable, so there are no 500 channels of TV crap available at our house. I get really irritated by commercials and stupid shows, but I do like to watch shows that I've heard about on DVD.
I recently got the first season of The New Adventures of Old Christine because I'd read good reviews and I think the show got some sort of awards at some sort of awards show on TV, award shows being another thing I dislike about network TV.
Anyway, I like Julia Louise Dreyfuss from the Seinfeld days, so I thought I'd give this show a try. Well, she's funny and a good comedic actress, but that kid on the show kind of ruined the whole show for me. He was just trying too hard to be cute and precocious and I can't stand cute and precocious child actors. Give me the kid from Two and A Half Men, kind of funny looking and chubby and not obviously 'acting'. I want to see a kid like the one that Meredith brought to work on The Office-one who's been suspended from school and calls Dwight Mister Poop. Now there's a real kid. Give me Little Miss Sunshine with her glasses and chubby belly and her hair in a scrunchie doing a strip tease at the beauty pageant. I want realism when I watch a show with a kid on it, boogers and all.
So, while there are a few laughs in this show, the box set is currently in the Going to the Goodwill bag, not something I'd ever watch again.

Naps

This is a typical Saturday afternoon at our house.

It's HOT!

It's only the middle of April and I already turned on the air conditioner yesterday. And I think it'll be going on today, too. It's supposed to get up into the 90's this week!
I'm not looking forward to another Bakersfield hot smoggy summer, that's for sure. Poor Keith isn't looking forward to it either, working outside welding on train cars when it's 100 degrees does not sound like fun.
We went to breakfast this morning and then I went over to Michaels to pick up a few supplies and now I'm all hot and sweaty. I hate wearing a bra when it's hot, so you know what? I don't have to go anywhere else today so I'm going to take this torturous bra off and let them hang free in the breeze! Can't do that too often, though, don't want to look like those National Geographic pictures of native women who's breasts hang down to their waists!

Bear Hates Medicine

Poor little Bear has feline herpes where she gets swollen glands and has really sore gums and mouth ulcers. She was going along okay but when she got her annual shots it messed up her immune system and she had to go back to the vet because her eye was all red and goopy. She saw the cat carrier come out and tried to make a run for it into the garage. I caught her just as she got to the kitty door and grabbed her chubby little body just in time. She has three meds that we have to give her twice a day now, two oral and one eye drops. I swear she understands the word medicine and can hear me getting it ready out in the kitchen. She was in the front room looking out the window the other day, so I shut the other escape doors, went to get her meds ready, and went back to the front room expecting to see her still looking out the window.
Nope.
She was under the entertainment center, which is a tight squeeze for round little Bear. I kept trying to pull her out from under there but she has long claws and grabs onto the carpet so you can't budge her.
She's so funny when she runs, she looks like a furry bowling ball with legs running as fast as those little legs will carry that round round body!
She's such a sweet kitty but rather timid and skittish. Sometimes when you reach down to pet her she runs off like she's afraid of you, or maybe she thinks it's med time again. I don't even say the word medicine now, I have to spell it out.

I'm Copying You!!

I was just reading one of my favorite etsy people's blog: http://dancingmooney.blogspot.com and I'm going to steal her idea!! Mwahahahahaha!! She uses a calendar to jot down ideas for future blog topics rather than writing them on little scraps of paper or post-its like I do.
My computer desk is also my shipping desk and it's a very small desk, so post-its and scraps of paper usually get buried under bubble wrap and other scraps of paper. When they do resurface I can't always figure out what it is I wrote anyway since my handwriting has deteriorated so much over the years. I always had great penmanship in my grade school days and prided myself on those A's on my report cards-okay, I was a dork and those kinds of things were important to me. I also liked spelling bees, so there!
Anyway, what a great idea, a little calendar diary which would be a little harder to lose than a post-it. Off to walmart! Okay, I have to go there anyway to get some big mailing envelopes. I was just there yesterday, isn't that sad? I spend more time there now than back in the dark days of having to work there!

Okay, kitty picture of the day!
This is the strangest position I've ever seen any of our cats in. Her belly is shaved from her recent spay. I guess she was really happy at getting her radar dish collar off and wanted to show how flexible she is without it. That's my robe she's laying on. What is it with cats having to lay on any piece of clothing that is on the bed? I'll be folding little kitchen towels and they see the stack of them and go 'oooh, kitchen towels to lay on!'

Sad Day at the Santa Barbara Zoo

Aw, I just found out that the crook necked giraffe that lived at the Santa Barbara Zoo died on Jan 9 at the age of 21. I was clicking on a link and looking at pictures of the two-faced baby born in India and the story had a link to a picture of a 5-legged dog, which in turn had links to pictures of other animal oddities and saw the picture and story about the giraffe. 

The zoo was about a 30 minute trip from our house in Ventura and was a fun and relatively inexpensive day out with the kids. I have pictures of Joe when he was barely walking getting a little freaked out by the goats in the petting zoo that they used to have there. The zoo is located on what used to be a rich person's estate on top of a hill right across the street from the ocean. There is a little train ride around the  zoo that of course we had to ride on every time we went.

The last time I was there was after the kids were grown, Keith and I went there a few years before we moved away from the coast. The most memorable part of that trip was when we were standing in front of the Hyrax enclosure, which are little round furry animals, and as the female hyrax was just standing there minding her own business, the male came up behind her and decided it was time to get frisky. It lasted about 5 seconds with a lot of squeaky squealing  noises from the hyraxes. We both just looked at each other like 'did we really see that?' and then couldn't stop laughing.

The elephants at the zoo were always fun, especially when they would pee in huge torrents and of course some little boy would say in a really loud voice 'Look, the elephant is peeing!!'

The crook-necked giraffe was always a source of curiosity with all the zoo-goers and always raised a lot of questions from the kids, so the zoo put up a little sign that explained that no, the giraffe didn't break his neck, and yes, he's okay, he was born that way.

So, the Santa Barbara Zoo just won't be the same without the famous crook-necked giraffe, hopefully he is grazing away in the big grasslands in the sky!

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Internet Assholes

Is it the relative anonymity of the internet that brings out the worst in people? I don't usually let it bother me, but sometimes on the etsy forums, which in and of themselves can be a hotbed of drama, people turn into bona fide assholes.
I try not to spend a lot of time there, but while I'm loading pictures into my etsy shop or bored or whatever, I'll venture into the forums to see what's going on. And, yes, sometimes I'm looking for a little excitement and a chance to play voyeur for a little while.
The forum police-we all know who they are, the ones that will jump immediately into a thread and make sure that you know you are posting in the wrong thread or breaking some other etsy rule. Sure, organized forums are nice and all, but do you really think that it's going to go on someone's gravestone: Etsy forum rule breaker-may they burn forever in the flames of hell?
It's just a forum folks, it's just not that important in the greater scheme of things!

And then every day there is a thread about 'why is it spam to notify people they are in my treasury?'
Because it just is! When you make a treasury and tell someone 'look I put you in my treasury' isn't that basically saying-hey look at me and how nice I am to put you in my treasury. You owe me a million thanks and maybe even a purchase from my shop because I'm so nice to include you in my treasury!
And then there are all the responses about how I'd really like to know if I'm in a treasury because it just takes too long to look through the treasuries to see if I'm in one and I never look in the treasuries because they're kind of boring. Well, then why do you give a flying f$%k whether or not you are in a treasury since they're boring and take too long to look at anyway?!??!! Obviously nobody's looking at them anyway because it takes too freaking long!!

And my personal favorites are the people who look at the forums as a way to feel that they are popular and everybody likes them. They'll start a thread that really has no meaning and shouldn't require any responses and then the thread goes on for pages and pages with equally meaningless responses just because the responders want to be considered popular too.

And then there are the ones who like to argue about whatever the topic is and will go on for pages arguing their point over and over. Like the never ending threads about walmart and how walmart will be the downfall of modern society as we know it. They exploit their workers and drive mom and pops out of business and eat kittens for breakfast and pollute the entire planet and if you shop at walmart you should burn in the fiery pits of hell forever and yes, I do think that should go on your gravestone.

Nuff said about the etsy forums, I'm going to try and steer clear of them for a while, because you know what? They're just not that important.

Foo Foo Food-Fooey!

I recently ordered a subscription to Country Home magazine and got my first issue with my 'free' bonus-a little cookbook magazine thing. I looked through it and didn't see a thing that I would want to eat, much less buy the ingredients and actually COOK it.

Would you serve these nasty looking little appetizer things at your next cocktail party? Like I would ever even have a cocktail party to begin with much less serve something as unappetizing looking as these.

Smoked Trout Rectangles. mm mm good! icky icky.

 

I like normal food. If I'm going to have trout, fry it up in a pan, don't make little rectangles out of it. Give me chips and dips for appetizers or some nice little sweet and sour meatballs or those little weinie things in barbecue sauce.

Do real people really eat stuff like this?

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3000

I hit over 3000 items sold in my supply shop yesterday! (http://geelizzietwo.etsy.com)
Yay!
Lots of items sold but remember that the average price is about 1.50 per item, so to get rich, need to sell LOTS more. I'm really glad I decided to open the supply shop, it's been a nice little addition to my working for myself income!

Spay Day for Lucy

Lucy went in for her spay yesterday so now we have a sad looking little kitty with a big 'radar dish' around her poor little neck. I wish there was a less invasive way of preventing your cats from making more little cats, but it's a necessary evil. We have to keep her separated from all the other cats for ten days and not let her play, jump, or run-HAHAHA! How do you keep a kitten from playing, running, or jumping-kitten time out? A little stool in the corner if they get too rambunctious?

Here is Lucy who *didn't* jump up onto the bathroom counter-wink wink.

We are keeping her in our bedroom which is totally annoying all the other cats since they are used to coming into the bedroom first thing in the morning so they can sleep on the bed. We have an airlock system going with the bathroom doors to get in and out, our bathroom is what they call a 'jack and jill' with a little sink room with doors on one end, the bathtub and toilet in another little room, and then a door to the bedroom, where there is another little sink alcove area. So we go into the airlock sink room, shut the door that goes to the hallway, then open the door that goes to the bathtub room. All we need is one of those swooshing decontaminating spray things in our airlock room.

She just doesn't look too pleased but was still groggy from the anesthesia. She did okay during the night, she's a pretty mellow cat and only woke me up once getting into bed with us. I gave her some pain meds and antibiotics this morning so I think she'll stay quiet for a while. She did throw up in the bathroom last night, which of course I stepped on before I saw it. With my bare feet.

 

 

 

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Trash Day

Today is trash day. Since we got our recycle bins last year we don't generate quite as much crap that goes to the landfill, which is a good thing. Our city charges a fee for recycle so out of all the people on our street, only two of us have recycle bins.

Whenever I hear the trash truck coming-which totally freaks out all the cats because it's so loud-I remember when my son Joe was about three and had a fascination with all things truck. Each week he would shout MAMA THE TRASH TRUCK IS HERE!!! MAMA THE TRASH TRUCK IS HERE!!! Kind of like Steve Martin in The Jerk-the new phone books are here!!!

The guys who drive these trash trucks have it pretty easy-they don't ever have to get out of the truck, just grab the bin with the big pincher things and dump it out. Extra boxes or bags of trash on the curb? Too bad, they only take what's in the bin!