A day in the life…

July 22

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It all started out innocently enough.

Last Tuesday I went to the Coshocton County Animal Shelter to pick up a coupon to get Superman’s kitten fixed. I have always fixed every cat I’ve had. I think it is just good animal ownership to do so.

And whenever I go to the CCAS (which is rare because  SUCKER FOR ANIMALS  is stamped firmly on my forehead) I always find myself in the cat room.

This time they had a bazillion kittens. I counted.

And really who can resist a sweet kitten. Not even the boy who is allergic picks up kittens and loves on them.

So I’m in the kitten room and this little sweetheart stands in front of me meowing so piteously.

I picked it up to love on it and it wound itself around my neck over and over and when I tried to put it down, the little bugger hung on for dear life.

I took it as a sign.




When Superman got home he just looked at me, shook his head, sighed and asked so what are we callin’ this one?

We came up with Sapphire, Velvet, Rosemary and Saffron.

Because we couldn’t agree, I asked my peeps on FB to choose.   It was a tie between Velvet and Saffron.   Superman chose Velvet.

I tried calling it Velvet, but it just didn’t stick.   Lily popped into my head and that one stuck.   Fiiinalllly!

Then because the sweet thing refused to eat or drink, I took her to the vet.   Only to have the vet inform me that she was a he.

Lily was out. Crud!

We’ve been searching for a name for this poor boy for the entire week.

So far he has been called…






and last but not least  Stupid Bugger.

Again, none of these have stuck.


So I have been talking to my good friend Google for ideas.

Google hasn’t been much help.

I’m stuck on Diesel and Isis. Yes, yes…Isis is a girls name…but it really is a great name!?!?!? Right???


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Tuesday,July 22, 2014 at 11:38 am

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July 21

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I don’t think my Grandma Teal knew this, but she lived by the motto…

Use it up.
Wear it out.
Make do.
Do without.

I do too unless….it comes to jewelry…then I’m all “the bigger! the better! gimme…gimme…gimme..”

I love finding ways to “make do” without having to inconvenience myself. Because LAZY!

And that is exactly what I’m having to do with this bathroom remodel.

no sink

Seriously? How does one go about washing their pee-pee hands without a sink???

Well, Kirs bought me a pitcher and bowl. Perfect!

Now I just need to figure out where to put it.

I also am now doing my hair and other bathroom things sitting on my bed. Not convenient, but it works.




One thing I’m truly loving about this is that they took up the floor and I finally got to see the lovely hard wood floor underneath all that sub floor.

I love old houses and love seeing them restored to their original state. I go in there an wonder who lived here first? Who was the little girl that lived in that room?

I would totally love to get a sander and make it beautiful again.


closet floor


Alas, there are holes everywhere and I don’t have the funds to buy replacement boards for under the tub.



The dynamic duo has made a huge, huge, messy-mess in the girl’s old bedroom.


I’m choosing to ignore it. Ignorance is bliss…and I’m choosing to be blissed out.

In the mean time, I’m going to enjoy still being able to use the toilet and shower till next Saturday when they will be gone….wherein I will be hard pressed to find a way to uninconvenience myself of not having a toilet upstairs, and have to go to the basement and use the makeshift shower that has yet to be built.

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Monday,July 21, 2014 at 10:34 am

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July 14

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Having watched HGTV and Rehab Addict, I had some idea of what to expect when my bathroom began to be torn apart.


linen closet


One thing I didn’t count on is not having a mirror.

Even though I don’t need it to brush my teeth, it is a little unnerving to stare at R-13 insulation while I scrub my teeth…quietly hoping that nothing comes crawling from behind it.

And then there is the whole…hair fixing thing.  The “I need to squeeze a zit” thing.   The “do I have more grey hair” thing.  The” do I have bags under my eye”s thing.  I use a teeny tiny mirror for that.  Smaller mirror = less grey, less zits, less bags.  It is a win win.





Another thing I didn’t think I’d have to deal with quite yet was the no door factor.

It isn’t that big of a deal, I just miss my hook on the back of it to hang my towel.

The last thing I didn’t really give much thought to was where to put all the crap I had in the bathroom.


crap in bedroom 1

Oh look…it decided to make its new home in the bedroom.

crap in bedroom

The good news is I still have a place to sleep.

Yay me.

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Monday,July 14, 2014 at 11:32 am

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July 7

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Did everyone have a good weekend?
Were you wowed by all the fireworks?

I must be a party pooper because even though they are pretty, it really isn’t something that I get all gushy about.  And then there is the whole “we can set off fireworks at our house at midnight and keep the neighbors awake too” thing that is kinda a turn off.

I’m old.

I need my sleep.

Stop making noise after 10pm neighborhood.


What I am gushy about is my bathroom remodel.

Before 3

But why, you ask, would you want to remodel a perfectly good bathroom?
Maybe because it looks like the 1990′s threw up pink all over it.
And Internets, we all know that pink is my favorite color but not all over bathroom walls with fru-fru wall paper.

We have been living in this house for over 12 years and I have wanted to rip that wall paper off since the minute I moved in.

If it were only the wall paper, I could probably go another 12 years because LAZY.   But it isn’t just the wall paper.


Before 2

It is also the rusty lights.

They are yucky.

And the mold behind the tub, and trim, and everywhere else I don’t want it to be.

It is yucky.

Before 4

The floor is also starting to get all yucky too.
I don’t do yucky.
So, 12 years later I finally got up off my lazy butt and hired someone to do it for me.
That is just the way I roll of late.


Here is one half of the William Thomas Property Management team that I hired.

Already working hard and getting dirty…so I don’t have to.

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Monday,July 7, 2014 at 7:00 am

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May 18

In memory…

Brad napping



You were a great cat Gracie.



sunning herself

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Sunday,May 18, 2014 at 4:24 pm

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March 25

Some things I learned over the weekend.

♥ When the ER doc is really really really concerned and orders you to go to a big city hospital, do not pass go do not collect $200, you do it.

♥ Only you do pass go, stop at home to collect a change of clothes, some knitting, your kindle, and meds because who knows how long you’ll be away. You also call and beg your neighbor to take care of your animals.

♥ Driving to a big city at 3am is easy…no traffic.

♥ Big city hospitals are BIG. And they have to pay for all that space somehow. So they charge $10 to park in a parking garage very far from the ER entrance.

♥ Trying to park in a city parking garage at 3 am is easy. No one is at the ER, so you get the closest space.

♥ The only way to get into the ER is through a metal detector, and 4 policemen. They will search through your purse and question you as to why you have 3 .22 bullets in your purse. They will also ask you if you have anything sharp or pointy in your bags. When you respond knitting needles, they will then proceed to DIG to the very bottom of your knitting bag, sift through your underwear, etc to find them. Your welcome. Because we all know that fat girl granny panties is exactly what does it for 26 year old cops working the graveyard.

♥ Around hour 17 of your 48 hour protection deodorant things get a little dicey, and by hour 19 things are down right whiffy. False advertising UNILEVER.

♥ When you haven’t slept or bathed in over 24 hours, you begin to look like a cast member of The Walking Dead.

♥ When you’ve been awake for 30+ hours, the cold hard floor of an ER room is a lot more comfortable than you think.

♥ When your room is smack dab next to the trauma bay, you hear all manner of things you wish you hadn’t.

♥ Lastly, animals become antsy when humans are gone from home so long. Messes are made to tell you they disapprove.

Moral of the story, when you think your going to be gone longer than 12 hours, be sure to slip some deodorant into your purse.

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Tuesday,March 25, 2014 at 8:48 am

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February 10




~~~I love lasagna.   Especially the way Superman makes it.   He hasn’t made it in years.  Generally when he makes it, he uses almost every pot, pan, spoon, bowl and dish we have then expects me to clean it up.

Fugetaboutit!  That is just not part of the lazy life style I have come to enjoy, but the cravings…they wouldn’t go away.   I’ve been wracking my brain for something that meets all the pasta/meet/sauce/cheese requirements that leaves me with little to no clean up.  Meat filled ravioli.   Bingo.   So, I made “lasagna” last night replacing the noodles and meat with that.   It took me all of 5 minutes to get it all in the dish…and the second best thing of all……there was noooo cleanup.   Muahahahahaha.  The best thing was that it tasted just like lasagna.   The brilliant award goes to me!


~~ I put Vaseline on my feet every morning in the winter.   I heart Vaseline.  So does my dry feet.   So does my cat Sebastian.  He is weird.


~~ Superman’s car is in the shop.   Which means that not only did I shuttle the girl around all weekend, but Superman too.  I’m going to invest in a taxi meter.


~~ Even though everyone and their brother is sick unto death of the snow, I’m rather enjoying driving in it.   Mainly so I can park my car.   The city plowed my car in.   Then the neighbor man with his little plow on the front of his 3-wheeler shoveled even more snow all around.   Superman had to push me through the first time, but now there is a wee path that I can drive on.   Sooooo fun.   And when I park at night, the little path that I have made is not always visible so I slide into my spot like a stunt car driver.     Takes me back to when I used to go mudding in Missouri.


~~ I have a new favorite cereal.   Frosted flakes.    Superman told me you are what you eat, so he gets pork butt for supper tonight.



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