spoiled rotten

i realized
after seeing these two pictures
that flake has spoiled these two girls rotten

i sure do hope this means there is hope for me!

that was weird!

i didn't have a fever....
i didn't have any chills....
i didn't feel icky....
i didn't feel dizzy....
i didn't feel queasy...
yet....
something must have been wrong with me.....
wanna know how i know?!?!

yesterday....when i finished run/walking (ok seriously.....mostly walking, but it was 38 and raining....and i went...even if i mainly walked the 3 miles....and looked like a drowned rat when i was done....i went!)
i got this text from flake.....
diesel pulled out a clump of turbo's hair, damn dog....wth?

at first....i giggled....and then....it began to happen....
i started feeling that something was different....
strange....
weird....
but by the time i arrived home....i was feeling back to normal

when i got inside....
flake showed me this....

and then....it really happened....
i felt bad for the cat!

see.....i told you something must have been wrong with me!!

but don't you worry about me,
the first time she tried to bite me....
i was over that feeling!
:)

***update.....
the cat is fine
the cat was fine as soon as this happened
the amount of hair that was pulled out was only about the size of my palm....
and we have NO clue where it came from....there is no place on her entire body that even remotely looks as if she has missing hair.....
and.....
the cat still feels the need to "play" with the dog.....

a plea

dearest turbo,

i write this to you,
to ask you
why?

why do you do the things you do?
why do you feel the need to be so mean?

flake said you just needed time to adjust....
so i wonder
why you continue to do things that cause me to be scared of you...
and why do you do things that make me cry....
and why do you have to be so flipping mean?

you and i have been living together for 276 days
that's a lot of days little miss!
lots can happen in 276 days!
kids can go through an entire year of school....
and the state says they only have to go 180 days!
babies can go from being .... an imagination
to being held by their parents
friendships can be formed
and friendships can be broken
children can grow....a lot!
look at how big little mason is...and he's only been around like 200 days....
so why?!?!
why has it taken you 276 days....
to continue to be so mean to me
and diesel

i feel we need to set a few things straight for you....
-it is not ok to wake me up in the middle of the night
- it is not ok for you to scratch my feet....or any other part of my body....especially when i am trying to sleep
-it is not ok for you to yell your meanest yell at diesel when you are the dumb one who called her into play with you
- if you don't want to play with the dog....then why why why do you feel the need to call her...or show her where you are!
- it is not ok for you to throw up in the bed, on the floor right by the bed...or anywhere!
-i will feed you every morning, you don't have to yell at me OVER and OVER until i put food in your bowl....and....if you didn't throw up all your food, maybe you wouldn't be so hungry!
- it is not ok for you to chew on my crocs
- STOP drinking out of the toilet!
- would you please stop leaving your hair EVERYWHERE!!!!!
- it is not ok for you to get on the kitchen counters or table
- it is not fun for me....when you jump on the desk when i am trying to blog....seriously...your mama was not a glass maker!
- it is not ok for you to hiss at me, while i am in the shower....if you don't like the water....then why do you feel the need to crawl onto the tub....
- it is not ok for you to chew the blinds
- it is not ok for you to pick your claws on the bed skirt.....for hours on end
- your morning races....have got to stop involving my pillow
- it is not ok for you to rub against my leg....and then scratch or bite me
- it is not ok for you to knock things off the tables/dressers/cabinets/desk
- really, could you stop getting your hair in my toothbrush
- it is not ok when you get mad....because i move in the bed at night....and stop biting at my hands when this happens
- it is not ok that you chew my school papers....please stay out of my bag!

really.....
all i'm asking of you turbo
is that we can be friends....
you, me, diesel, and flake
we all need to be able to get along....
and i'm tired of flake making excuses for you....
you're a big girl now!
i'm sorry your mama left you,
i'm sorry someone put you in a dumpster when you were a baby...
but....the past is the past....
you live with two people and one dogsister that care about you, and want you to be happy....
however we also would like to be happy....

so could you please try your very best....
to be nice?

yours truly,
l.o.v.

that is NOT a choice

when i got home from work today....
i was quite excited to see my flake
and check my email
and kiss flake's precious face
and log onto blogger
and talk to flake
and blog stalk everyone....
....
that was....
until dz was nice enough to bring me her newest find

now a little background might be needed
ever since flake moved in...with dz and turbo in tow
(we're coming up on 8 months of being married...yay!)
i have been in constant shock at the difference i have seen in my life
granted it has only been 8 months....and i know i am in store for much much more!

learning that pop corn isn't always an acceptable dinner
or ice cream isn't always an acceptable breakfast
are two very huge adjustments that i am having to deal with

learning to share a bed with someone is hard
but learning to share a bed with someone, plus an animal
(either a cat or a dog....depending on the day)
is a whole different story

learning that turbo feels that i should follow her schedule ....
is a very hard struggle that i deal with every morning!
that cat feels that i should stop getting ready
to feed her
i say that eventually she will learn that i do things in my own time and order
flake says....she wont learn that...she is a cat, and cats demand things to be done in their time....
either way...

another hard thing that i have learned....
dz finds weird things to chew on....
and is too not so smart to hide the fact that she is chewing things....because she brings her "finds" to you....as if to say...look what i found!!!
the dog loves to chew on any and all tissues or dryer sheets that she finds....
the dog loves to chew on plastic bottles
the dog loves to chew on a tube of tooth paste more than i can explain (and after having to induce vomiting this summer because of that....we now are quite sure to hide the toothpaste)
the dog loves to chew on hair brushes
.....
knowing her obsession for chewing....
we make sure that she has at least one nylabone when ever she is out of her crate

so this afternoon, when i was checking my email
and on my way to blog staling....
dz was on the floor beside me chewing away....
i happened to hear the chewing and thought to myself....
that doesn't sound like her bone...
i looked down to see her looking oh so proud
to be chewing on her newest toy

she was oh so happy to have found whatever it was she was chewing on
at first i was like....
.....whatever.....
then i felt i needed to take a closer look.....

i began to get anxious
then nervous
then sad
then i started yelling
no...no....no....NO....NO ..... NO....NO
she was chewing on the earring box for my pearls....
and my pearls....had been in there....
but not any more!
i went from anxious, nervous, sad to FLIPPING out!
flake....heard me yelling and turned off the shower to figure out what was wrong....
i ran into the bathroom,
hysterical
with the box in one hand
and only one earring in the other....
by the time he had gotten out of the shower....
i was beyond upset....
after finally finding the other earring
and finally calming down
i was able to realize that she didn't mean to upset me....
(but boy did she ever!)

*only after the earrings had been rescued did dz get the box back....for picture's sake! :)
and on another note....
flake told me over dinner that a few days ago, dz had brought him to earring box....empty....
(or so he thought)
and he just took it from her and put it back on the dresser.....
i guess the girl just wants some accessories! :)

it is just mean

for some reason i wake up most mornings before it is socially acceptable
most of the time, i don't know why, it just happens,
and then i find myself looking for things to do
this morning is no different, except for this morning i know why i'm awake
(ugg....to sinus pressure....)
i woke up around 2:15, and after 45 minutes of tossing, i decided to get up
most of the time, on mornings like this, i have some good blog stalking quite time until the races begin

around 4 each morning turbo begins her races
the flipping cat runs from one end of our apartment (full speed) to the other
and back again.....for about an hour straight
(how flake can sleep though this, i'm not sure, because part of her racetrack includes the bed...and the pillows...)

this totally frustrates me.....
if i am able to sleep until 4, she wakes me up with this annoying behavior....
which as you can imagine, does not make me happy in the least bit! :/

this morning has been no different, when it comes to the race
she has been going and going....
but she has a new trick
which she started about 2 weeks ago
her newest trick isn't one that i'm excited about either
in fact i think it frustrates me more than when she runs on the pillows
(and that is a lot)

turbo now runs runs runs, then will stop and sit beside me at the computer for a few minutes and face the guest room door.....mind you, the guest room, could also be know as the "diesel's sleeps in her crate" room.....she will turn her head back towards the front door, then back towards the guest room door.....over and over

and then it happens,
she slowly walks towards the front door, turns around
then takes off
and pounces on the guest room door
which makes it fly open
and then....
she hisses the meanest loudest hiss
and then runs away....

seriously
why?
why has that cat got to be so mean
and why ....
does she feel the need to wake every living animal in this apartment up at ungodly hours, just for her own pleasure.

all i can say,
that poor dog
has got to be thinking
"lord honey, haint i been momicked this day!"

happy halloween

happy
halloween

from our little creatures
to yours!

i can't stop laughing about this! :) flake is convinced i'm crazy!

what to do, what to do?

its an age old debate
to make the bed or not
i've been on both sides of the fence
but for most of my adult life,
i have lived on the making the bed side of the fence
however i really don't have a bad day if the bed isn't made,
but i do so love to crawl into the bed at the end of the day (even if i think 6 pm is bed time) when it has been made.

when flake and i got married he came with 10 legs....
two of his own
four belonging to diesel (or dz as i refer to her)
and four belonging to the devil cat
all of these legs like to find their way into the bed.....
because of this, flake likes to have the bed made too, cause he thinks it keeps the pet hair off the sheets.

we have gone back and forth since that sweet day (all the way back in may!)
about making the bed....
if the bed gets made.....some days i make it, some days he makes it, usually its the one who gets up last
either way....

well over the past couple of weeks,
i have come home from work to this....

the evil one cat has figured out how to climb under the quilt to sleep.
for so many reasons this makes me mad
- i don't want her in my bed
- i am too scared to move her
- she doesn't listen to me when i ask her to move
- i don't want her in my bed
- she hisses at me when i try to get into the bed
- she gets hair all over my pillow
- i don't want her in my bed
- she leaves a warm spot in the bed
- she picks at the sheets while she is under the covers
- did i mention.....i just don't want her there!

so what i wonder, if i don't want her in the bed, should i just not make it?!?!

as seen on tv

you know,
sometimes you should never believe what you see on tv
sometimes that is...
but when i saw this
i knew, with out hesitation,
this was the truth!


we flake has one of these lazy,
related to lions,
evil creatures
her name is turbo
(i have other names for her)
to be quite honest
i think she is the devil in a little furry costume
flake thinks she can be "a little mean at times"
but then feels the need to leave me alone with her
maybe he doesn't quite understand my fear of her 23 negative and scary facial expressions!

my vote is going to
dz dog