Last Blog Of The Month

All in all this was a good month, but it's really hard to say "Februrary" was a good month or a bad month when really you're shorted. I mean what if the 1-2 days following the last day are so awesome or horrific that could really make a difference on how the month went? But in reality that is the start of March so you can't count it. Normally it would be the end of a regular month, though. I just feel jipped.

Maybe that is why we have so many holidays. Like how a grown up tries to talk a toddler into something that is cool but you really know it isn't. "Look at this cup it's red; red is the best color, it's so shiny." When you know thier favorite color is blue, but the blue cup is $2 more because there is a swirly straw attached and you're too cheap because they're just going to lose it so why pay the extra $2 for a swirly straw (because they don't make the plain ones in blue, only red) so you have to talk them into the one they don't really want.

So anyway the government is like "Look Februrary is AWESOME- we have Groundhog day, Presidents Day, Valentines, Lincolns Birthday (observed), We even have the superbowl, and Black History Month, Ash Wednesday, and for the partiers- Mardi Gras!! It is also American Heart Month and my personal favorite Chocolate Lovers Month (good thing it is also National Dental Month), As well as National Bird Feeding Month.

If you want to know the "every day is a holiday" for Februrary go here: http://www.holidayinsights.com/moreholidays/february.htm

Anyway I don't know if jipped is a real word. I'm going to go look it up....... it's not. At least not in the dictionary I looked it up in. So I hope everyone's Februrary was as good as mine. I guess I'll change mine to average. I had some really funny moments that I had the privelege of sharing with all of you. I also had a couple rotton days I shared with you, too. It's like I said before- you have to have bad days to be able to appreciate the good days. I've had a healthy combination of both. We have dealt witht he colds and coughs that Februrary often brings, and it wasn't too terrible. I think Gavin is ready to be over his cold...

I'm ready for March. It's like they say "in like a lion- out like a lamb." I certaintly hope the lion part only lasts for a day or two because I'm seriously ready for some spring weather. I'm ready to get outside!! Fresh air, open the windows, plant flowers, clean the yard, I'm ready for the changes and feel good that the new season brings.

Life lesson: appreciate the holidays because I don't think March has as many... (I should look those up, too)

*ahem*

I've decided to stop taking one of my pills. That's right.

Seems my mind is scatterbrained more often that not and I can't even think straight. Even Gwyn says I'm silly.

I have noticed another thing- a kind of side effect I read about due to one of my medications... my speach. I already have memory issues and I can't grasp words I want to say. Well sometimes they don't come out of my mouth the way they are supposd to either, when I DO know what word I want. I think I have a slight stutter. I read a blog about stupid people and I am not stupid, but upon talking to me you would probably think I am.

I seriously have customers that think I am completely airheaded. Things just don't come out right... and those of you that know me- well if it's funny I'll laugh at it. Personally, I think it's a good quality.

I used to shy away and crawl into my shell when I made mistakes, but now I'll be the first (sometimes the only because no one else heard/seen me) to laugh.

Anyway- I wanted to write more, but I just can't think of anything. My brain is such mush right now. It's like my mind is a foggish something.

The Tooth-less Fairy

A few days ago, like last Thursday, my daughter lost one of her front teeth. I think losing your teeth is so disgusting... Anyway- she was working it so hard the night before, pulling, wiggling, and being so gross I had to tell her to stop. I was like 'it'll come out when it's ready.'

So the next morning she's eating breakfast and she's excited because it fell out. I'm so grossed out because she's holding it in her hand wanting to show me. I tell her to put it in a baggie so she doesn't lose it.

Apparently Gavin put it in a baggie and he put it in his pocket. You guessed it. He took it to school. I was just glad he rememberd to take it out of his pockets before putting them in the hamper!

I was joking around about how I wasn't going to say anything to her about the tooth, see how long it takes for her to remember to get it under her pillow. Well she is banking it. Saving it up. That's right. She thinks becuase it was a front tooth that means big bucks. I had to trade a green dollar for a gold dollar and it's still in my purse because her tooth is in Gavin's room because she's waiting for her other one to fall out.

So I have the wierdest kids or what??

Lesson: You know the economy is bad when the tooth fairy can't even get her own.

Yeah... about picking your battles

So today as I was leaving for work I see Garry getting all comfortable in my (3rd new- OKAY, actually I stole it from one of the kids) dining room pillow. I'm thinking 'ha ha you aren't going to sit on my pillow today you vomiting jerk!' So I walk around the table and turn ALL the pillows up so he cant lay on them. I'm SO mean!

So when I get home there he is curled and snuggled up on the top of the couch, drooling. I guess he got the better of me didn't he?

Tomorrow I will sacrifice my dining room pillows... Well not mine specifically, but maybe the one that died (it's still around for emergency butt use)- I will leave that for him. That is a good compromise is it not? I will just pass out if I come home to find Garry tainted my furniture again!

Lesson: Cat's are smarter than we give them credit for. He knew my intentions and took advantage of the situation. That is why he never leaves his hair balls on the kitchen floor where they are easy to mop up.

glasses, cat puke, and pondering

So I planned this long hilarous blog for all of you today... and I realized I must have left my glasses at work. Either that or I'm wearing my horrible scrached ones tomorrow. Anyway the computer is a blur and not because of my eyes... Well actually- it is becuase of my eyes. If they would behave and just have perfect vision then I wouldn't be in this situation.

Anyway I lied about the really hilarous blog. Sorry, but I'll try to make this somewhat interesting.

While I was scrambing in my brain for something completely hilarous to actually share, nothing came to mind, except that my cat pukes a lot. I don't think it's all because he's old, he's always done it. He's a nervous fellow. If his food bowl is too low or too full, BAM, if Millie chases him too much, BAM! He licks too much and sleeps too much, ect, ect.

I got new furniture and I have never had anything nice or matching. I didn't even have it a month before the cat vomited on it! I was so mad. I thought for sure a child would do something first. What is wierd is that cat never vomits on furniture- it's usually the floor (we got a carpet shampooer just for him).

So for Christmas Samantha Claus got this nice fluffy pillow- just for me- for the dining room. I'm always sitting on one of our bedroom pillows becuase I sit all day at work I hate to sit in a hard chair at home. Well lets just say that pillow died a painful death and leave it at that.

So we went out and got pillows for ALL the chairs for the dining room. Garry only sits on mine for some reason! And of course- you got it. He christined it finally today with his cat vomit... *sigh* I can never win this battle with the vomiting cat!

Lesson: I can cover the furniture, but I can't cover everything. I must choose my battles wisely. He wins this one, but if he thinks I'm letting him under the blankets tonight he's got another thing coming...