Who's the Daddy??

This is Puss, sister of Boots. She is pregnant and alone. We want to find the s.o.b. that got her in this situation and then left her to raise this litter on her own.

If you have heard some Tom Cat bragging that he scored with one of the Kavanagh girls.......

HYPOCHONDRIAC

Yes, yes I am. My sore throat which was surely strep, is nothing, nada. There is not a damn thing wrong with me except, as Mark pointed out, my REALLY sore throat.

Good start so far to Friday.......to celebrate staff appreciation week, the office treated everyone to a giant breakfast catered by a local hotel. I ate enough food to feed a small village for a week. I suffer now.

Weekend thoughts..........

Dinner with Tracy and Colin on Saturday?

Golfing maybe?

Everything is up in the air because my house is so much cleaner that it was a day ago.

We still need to organize the bedroom, we need more space and we are all of us feeling a little cramped right now. That and I am sure Mark is sick of living out of laundry baskets and there are 3 T.V.'s in Joe's room right now. Not cool because only one is his and the others are waiting for a place to live.

Goal......purge my closet and get Mark's dresser into the house. Set up television, watch T.V. in bed!

P.S. Spell check wants to replace "Colin" with "Colon" hee hee.

After A Hard Days Work

Two of the boys have a well deserved sleep after all their hard work today....Mark cleaning the house and building a Zen-like garden for us. Harley hunting fluff, guarding his scratching post, and chasing the other cats.

How Thursday Got Better!

What a difference a bus ride can make.

I was driving home and as rounded the corner to our street, Mark called.

I pulled into the driveway and saw that Mark had been very busy.

See the pictures of the pretty flowers, that's the garden that Mark planted for us. Small thing you say? Well you would be mistaken my friends. The front of the house was a freaking disaster. Messy, gross, icky and many other negative adjectives.

You would think it would end there right. Well, wrong again. The front steps, front walk and driveway were all pressure washed and sparkly clean. Inside, the kitchen was sparkling and the floors, all washed.

My sore throat and tired brain are so happy, you have no idea! Oh and I got a Dr's appointment for 7:00 - and to see a decent family Dr. no less.

I heart Mark.

Rant #1 - Thursday = Stress

1. Mark Illness

Mark is still sick. Not so sick that he needs an IV, but sick enough that he can't work and is going between I am ok and I am miserable and unhappy and feel gross. He got a weird prescription that I have issues with and was treated by Dr. Maybe Licensed, Maybe Not. In my opinion, the Doctor is stupid and poor Mark saw him at the end of his shift and got end of the shift treatment. Google "side effects of Prednisone" - you'll see what I mean.

2. Random Elevator Guy

This is for the guy that took the elevator with me this afternoon. Please understand that while you are trying to be chatty and friendly, my breasts are unable to speak. It's not that they are being rude, they just don't have a mouth with which to talk to you. No matter how much you stare at them, making friendly conversation, they will not respond to you.

3. Lunch Line Up Guy

There is no need to poke me in the back with your lunch. It's just rude and not going make the line move faster. Have patience, when the person in front of me has paid, then it is my turn. After that, it is your turn. Not that long to go buddy, stay strong!

4. Office Floater

Chain smoking bad. Soap good.

7. Housing Office Lady

If we're paying for a new parking spot, we'd like to know which spot and is it even close to the house? Crazy idea, but we thought we would maybe park in it.

If you can't tell me , please do not expect me to add that $15.00 onto the rent cheque.

8. My Job

It's trying to kill me. Seriously - if my job were a villain it would be Cruella De villa and I would just be a puppy with a few spots, trying to get through my day.

9. The Newspaper and The Men's Washroom

When you bustle past me with the Globe and Mail in hand, heading in a direction nowhere near your office, that is when I know.......you need to poop.

My 10 year old does not let me know when he is going. By your actions alone you enlighten to a part of your life that I do not want to be a part of.

10. I Do Not Feel Well

My throat hurts, a lot. I do not have tonsils so what, exactly, is causing this uncomfortable feeling. Mark thinks they grew back. I do not agree.

If I am a lucky girl, I will see my family before 6:30 tonight........... and my new clean patio chairs????

P.S. Kristin just got trapped in the bathroom with a bad, bad person. Her day, possibly worse than mine.

Props To The Teacher - First Post Ever!!

The other day Kristin, work pal, marketing genius and extraordinary blog teacher , showed me her blog. ***I have posted a picture of Kristin's best friend Harley because I don't have a pic of just Kris. Please don't mistake Kris' best friend Harley, for my best friend Harley (I sense a "my cat's better than your cat" feud) ****

I was hooked.

What better medium to rant, rave, and generally natter about the goings on in my life. The best part, no one to tell me I talk too much - really people when you tell me that, do you think it's news??

Other reasons for blogging:

1. My brother lives in Korea and now, he can see pictures and get updates on my life, which I know he lives for.

2. My lovely friend Julie F. believes that I missed my calling in communications and this is opportunity to prove her right (or wrong, as the case may be).

3. Sharing. I love sharing. You will love my sharing too.

All that being said, thanks to Kris for her ongoing blog advice. I am sure I will need the help.

Keep coming back, there is a chance that I might, just might be witty.