...A Pet Owner- WTF?

So, in the past week or so my cats have gone completely psycho. Particularly our female, Wanda.











She'll come up to me, meow, start attacking things, so I think she needs to go out. I haul my preggo butt off the couch, make my way to the kitchen. At this point, she turns a sharp right and starts eating.

Oookay.

And she'll repeat this behavior multiple times throughout the day. A few minutes ago I get off the phone, follow her to the kitchen because she's been complaining at me, and she goes to eat. I say to her Ms. Psychoness, "Do you know how hard it is for me to get up?" She doesn't answer.

This behavior is coupled with going in and out a gazillion times a day (both cats are guilty of this behavior), sometimes coming in right after she's gone out.

So, do my cats sense the impending baby (who, BTW, has excuted "squatter's rights" as he's completely ignoring the eviction notice I posted here last week)? I've never seen them act quite like this before. To further demonstrate the psychosis, I was about to finish this post up, but had to use the restroom. As soon as I get up, she hightails it for the kitchen and starts eating. I come out of the bathroom, she's outside the door and again, hightails it for the kitchen. Out of curiosity, I follow, and sure enough- she heads right for the food bowl. This has all happened within a 1/2 hour- no exaggeration.

Anyone a pet psychic? She's back bugging me now, and I'm NOT getting up again. Nuh-uh. Now she's on the couch adjacent to mine, and is staring at me.

Okay...shhhhh, she's sleeping. Must be all the running around has tuckered her out. But I'd put money on it- if I get up, she'll run out to the kitchen and eat.

I'll keep you posted.

A TV Junkie: New Seasons Start Tonight!!

I'm so flipping excited- the new seasons of "Big Bang Theory", "How I Met Your Mother" and "Heroes" start tonight. I detest summer programming. I hate reality TV for the most part, there's just waaaaay to much of it.

So my predictions:

HIMYM: Stella will say yes, Barney will admit to Lily he loves Robin

BBT: Penny's date with Leonard will be awkward (but this is sort-of a "duh")

Heroes: Claire will lose part of her brain to Sylar, but he won't kill her because she'll be able to regenerate (and she's too integral to the show) and the man who shot Nathan is no other than....yeah, I won't put it here, because 1) it's a biggish spoiler and 2) for some reason I have no controls to change the text color and I don't wanna ruin it for any one. But it's good.

...a Preggo: Holy Emotions Batman!!!

It's been a very rough month. I've just deleted all the details, so this doesn't end up like "War and Peace" but needless to say at 39+ weeks I've become very emotionally fragile. A combination of not sleeping, various running around, cars breaking down, baby due any minute (please, oh please)...so I've been a little on edge.

Friday, I was supposed to have some adult company, but she cancelled. Ok, held back the tears on that one because I was hoping for some help to get some things cleaned up and put back together after some construction projects. But something good comes out on Friday- my SIL came to pick up the kids with the intent on taking them to a hot-air balloon festival, apple picking and the like, and they would not be back until Sunday. This means that JB and I will get some much needed time to ourselves for a date before the baby comes. The summer went by sooooo fast that we didn't get a chance to do anything other than house stuff.

So Friday, we pick up the car that's been at the dealership and go out to dinner. We toy with going to the movies, but by the time dinner is over, I'm whipped off my toucas. So we decide to go home, I pass out on the couch at 8:30 and pretty much sleep until 8 the next morning. See? Told you I was tired :) We take care of some chores and decide to head back to the nearest "city" (a half our drive from our small Vermont town) to go first to Home Depot and then Wal-mart to get snacks for the week which is more than I've done in three weeks. Walking is just. not. comfortable. Once we've done all of this, we head to the movie theater to see "My Best Friend's Girl". We grab our p-corn, and I'm all set to get a blue raspberry slush puppy, but they only have smalls (which is practically dixie cup small) and can't put the slushies in a regular soda cup because it will mess up inventory (huh? really?).

I should've known then.

Still smarting from not getting the slushie I'd been jonesing for since the night before, we get a soda and take our seats. The previews start a few minutes later, then the movie...and then the sound goes. JB doesn't waste any time getting up to tell them. We wait.

And wait.

And wait.

I go out and ask about the sound- she knows nothing about it. It's been more than 20 minutes. Apparently the kid working the concession stand didn't tell any body, he just took off. So we get our money back, I get to the car and lose it. "Niagara Falls, Frankie Angel" (if you don't get the movie quote- go rent "Scrooged" with Bill Murray). I'm balling like my favorite pet just died and I can't stop for like 15 minutes. I feel like an utter moron, which I say to JB, who is completely understanding and says, "Why don't you just close your eyes and I'll wake you when we get there."

Get there? I think. Not get home? I'm a little suspicious at this point. Sure enough, after stopping at home for a bathroom break, the man confesses he has planned to drive past our home to Burlington, at hour and 20 minutes away so that we can go to dinner and see the movie in a stadium seating theater. So back in the car we go. We go for Mexican (yummy!) and then hang out for a little while before the movie starts. Luckily it wasn't a wasted trip- it's actually pretty funny if you're into crasser humor, and it's refreshing to see a female lead who isn't a goody-goody. It's definitely an "R" movie though. Enough F-bombs to wipe the entire half of the US off the map. But it was good to laugh and good to have one last date before the family changes again.

I thank JB a couple of times on the way home, who replies, "My wife was crying, what was I supposed to do?"

What a sweetie, I think.

Then he says, "Besides, if we'd just gone home and I'd ended up watching golf all night, you would've ended up pissed at me and have had a miserable evening. This was a better alternative." He grins.

I drop my own F-bomber at him. A twisted term of endearment, and grin. "Yeah, you're probably right."

a Mom: My Favorite Moment

Inspired by Jules at Pancakes and French Fries, I've decided to do my own favorite moment. It's not specifically from this past week, but rather an amalgamate of several similar moments. Rho (formerly known as R) usually could care less about being left somewhere (like one of the Memas (pronounced Mee-ma, what my kids called their grandmas, or an aunties). In fact, neither kid really cares, and they don't usually make a fuss when we return to get them, unless it's been a good number of days.

So, it surprises me every day, picking him up from pre-school to hear shouts of "MOMMY!" and having him run to greet me with a huge hug as if he hasn't seen me in a month (though sometimes it's only been a couple of hours). No matter how my day has gone, and lately it seems more bad than good with being sick and hugely preggo, it always brightens up my afternoon, and it's my favorite moment of the day.

A Woman...Things I Don't Like, But Think I'm Supposed to

1) Oprah- Girlfriend, I just don't get it

2) "Sex and the City"- maybe it's because for as long as it's been in existence, I've been married, maybe it's because while I can be just as crude and crass as the next truck driver, there's something in Kim Cattrall's delivery that I don't like. So, needless to say, I'm not waiting on pins and needles for the DVD release next week. I'm more excited for "Ironman." I can also add to this list "Lipstick Jungle" and that other all woman show that I'm pretty sure got cancelled anyway

3) Housework- ok, I don't know anyone who really likes it, so this might not count

4) Brad Pitt as a sex symbol, AKA "the man most women would sacrifice their marriage for" I like Pitt as an actor, and think he's wicked funny, but I'm, uh, just not that into him

5)High heels- because I've never been able to figure out how to walk in them, and plus, my feet are huge (size 11s baby) and my heels are narrow, making finding a good fight damn near impossible

6)Danielle Steele- I don't know why, because I love Nora Roberts, but if I had to pick, I'd read a young adult novel any day

7) Cosmo, Vogue, Elle, etc... I'd rather read the TV Guide, though there are some "Cosmo" articles that crack me up


Are there some things that you "should" love but don't?

a Preggo: The Notice is Going Up

I am issuing a 2 day notice for EVICTION. Tenant will have 2 days in which he can either gather his belongings and promptly vacate the premises, or wait until the final day. After which, he will be physically removed from the property.

He's being evicted due to breech of contract and destruction of property. Expansions only to the FRONT of the house, within reasonable limits, were discussed. Not only have these limits been exceeded, but additions to the back of the house were also made!

Remodeling and gutting of the home was never approved, nor was changing the initial layout and base structure. And due to property damage, there are now leaks in both the upper AND lower levels of the home. On top of which, the landlord has received numerous complaints about nightly disturbances.

After 2 days from this day that he doesn’t comply with the notice will result in immediate and forceful removal at my discretion.


That's right, little man, you only get 2 days. Because we're past the 30 day count down and I need some sleep. Sleep, you, good reader are probably thinking, is the last thing I'll get once he's out. And, while this is true to a point, I'm 100% positive I won't sleep any worse than I am now. I average about an hour and a half before I wake up to turn over, which is quite painful in every single muscle from the center of my stomach to my knees (it's like the ligaments get used to a certain position and when I move they start screaming at me- I'd like to say on one side all night, but I get a terrible, preggo related ache in my hips that will not be ignored). I've been struggling with a sinus infection that's finally going away and that's impeded my sleep- I'm not, and never will be, a mouth breather. I envy the husband and kids because they can sleep anywhere in any position. Drives me crazy.

Officially, I've got one week and a day until my due date. My husband has ordered the eviction notice for this evening, but I don't see that happening. So, I'm trying to be nice by giving you another two days. I think I've been very patient so far.

But really, I'm just anxious to meet you ;).

...a Mom "Lasagna"

Both of my kids have had problems with the letter "L" and its pronunciation, a fairly common letter to have trouble with. The eldest, X, had trouble mostly with the word little- pronouncing it yittle. It was really cute and kind of a sad day when I realized that he had stopped and was suddenly pronouncing it correctly.

My youngest however, his speech has always been a little different. We actually thought he might have a speech problem at one point because he would say things and we'd have no idea what the hell he was saying (though some how X almost always could translate). This still happens on occasion. But we had him checked out by a speech pathologist who said that he just intonates differently than most people. He has a unique sing-songy quality to his speech. There's NOTHING wrong with his vocabulary and in fact often talks non-stop. Actually, they both do. Though it's not at all surprising because my MIL will often talk about how he never shut-up as a a kid and my nickname as a kid was Motor-Mouth. But I digress...

The other night, my husband made lasagna for dinner. X flatly refused to try it, but R was curious. "What's vagagna?" he asked.

To which we both stopped, looked at each other and asked "What did you say?"

"What's Vagagna?"

Now, in case you can't "see" why we started laughing, I encourage you to say Vagagna outloud. Start with the "vag" sound and end it like "lasagna". It sounds remarkably like a female body part. At first I thought I was hearing things, so we had him repeat it a few times...nope, sure enough it sounded like we thought it did. Then, we thought maybe it was just us. So we had him say it for my sister who laughed and said "What?" To which he repeated it and I thought she might bust a gut.

Incidently, when he says Peanuts, it sounds a LOT like penis. We try not to talk about them in public too much.