That is not taking care of things

So I slept all day.  I woke up this morning, laid in bed with a book, and then took a nap.  Marcus told me not to worry and he would take care of everything.  I guess taking care of everything now means "I'm going to eat the rest of your cookies and play xbox."  TOTAL DICK MOVE.  Plus the laundry i folded is still where i left it which means nobody put it away.  Technically I'm supposed to do that but I wanted it to be someone else's job today. 

In other news, things have settled in my life in an unexpected fashion.  I am now a stay at home housemother.  I am rather enjoying it.  Lots of work but it opens the ability for me to awesome stuff, like the following picture of my boyfriend's cat that is too fat and lazy to care if I dress her in crazy shit.  PuffyFluff is interested in ham and not much else.

My house is a weird dinner party

You know that moment at a fancy party where you not only realize you were just talking about how your mother lectures teens about herpes and anal sex for money, and then the room got really quiet and everyone heard you?  That is my house except for the fancy clothes and normal people taking up space.  Also my cats dont like parties, but they do enjoy silently judging me and plotting.  Except Nikita, she's too much of a goober to plot.  Poopy (Princess Poopy Pants) is my cat and my son and I fight over her.  Goddess only knows why.  She is spoiled and snotty.  She's not really a nice kitty and is a picky eater.  She seems to think she's a show cat rather than a grey dickbag I got for free out of a trailer.  Bitch.  But she's mine and i love her.  She also doesn't step on my stomach and make me want to lock her in the bathroom.  Also she doesn't careen around the house crashing into things.  Those would be my 6yr old and Nikita.  We got Nikita like 2 weeks ago from a lady on the internet.  She said her daughter had allergies and they needed to get rid of her asap.  I figured it was crap until i showed up for the cat and this adorable 4 yr old little girl was wheezing like Janis Joplin after a bender.  The nice family (that's how i think of them now, instead of those lame asses that couldn't come up with a decent excuse to dump their cat) paid for her to get fixed too!  The lady thought she was about 8 mo.ths old.  When we got to the vet tho, we were told she's 3-4 years old. 
So now we have this bizarre cat i was planning on keeping temporarily and finding a good home for, and Marcus-husbandface wants to keep her.  Its like living with an autistic drunk with no depth perception.

My cat is screwing with me I just know it

My cat Princess Poopy Pants (its the only thing she would answer to) is plotting.  I have owned her since she was 10 weeks old and she has never really been what you would call a nice kitty.  Or a sweet kitty.  Sure she'll rub on you if she wants something but otherwise she treats humans like house elves.  She doesn't want to see you and she doesn't care how you feel about it.  For 10 years she has been like this.  A couple of years ago a cousin dropped off a cat she had and couldn't keep, Queen PuffyFluff.  PuffyFluff is 15 now and enjoys ham and sleep.  That's about it.  So I keep walking in on this.  Scary, no?  Poopy is grey.  Grey and evil.  I caught her cleaning PuffyFluff the other day too.  The world is ending i can just feel it.  PuffyFluff is not amused.

I can make a circle with string!

I learned how to crochet a circle!  Marcus was not impressed.

me: I learned how to make a circle!

Marcus:  Cool.

me:  It really is cool.  Now I can make more stuff!

Not real.

Ignore me, I'm not real.

New format and stuffs!

Stumbles of the week!

Coolest picture I have seen in a long time.
Yay for photobombs!
Science of dogs
A bunch of places I need to go.


On to the regularly scheduled content.  And stuff.

I found a ton of full Dog Whisperer episodes on YouTube.  Yes, I am very excited by that.  My mother has a dog named Dougie.  Well, he started out my dog, then my son decided it was his dog.  Then we had to move out, and my mom asked to keep Dougie til we were on our feet.  Now she is going to keep him.  The only problem is she refuses to work with him.  The dog has lived with her for almost 2 years now, and she is barely able to take him outside since she knows nothing about dog training.  Since Dougie is no longer affected by Kennel Cough or any of the other nasty ailments he had, she wants to work with him now.  He came from the local high-kill shelter, and was really screwed up.  He is a cocker mix (so the long hair) and you could see his ribs.  He didn't bark.  Now we can't get him to shut up.  I used a couple of the things I saw on the show, plus my own technique, and now is getting much better.  Hopefully soon we can even use the local dog park!  Here's hoping!

Hiatus

I'm sorry.  I had a lot of personal and professional demons to deal with here lately, and it was all too much.  I realize now, especially the tone that America has taken here lately, that there is too much negativity in the world.  I became guilty of it here, in my own life.  I became sucked into negativity.  Strange to think such a thing would happen at Christmastime, but there you go.  Shootings, mass murder, genocide, and too much yelling at the kids.  Here we go, another year come and gone.  I am not in the place I want to be, and with each passing year I can feel myself farther and farther from my goals.  I find myself reevaluating myself and my goals.  Then I see something like this.


So, I have decided to shut down and completely re-vamp this blog.  The world needs to change, and I am changing my world.  Thanks, and peace easy.