Dadgummit

I came here to post about something specific. I'm gonna end up posting about something totally different.

My niece stayed the night. For some reason, my sister left the dog too. Ordinarily this would not be a bad thing, as our dog loves to play with her dog. HOWEVER, my eldest is here recovering from surgery and along with her is her cat. It took some time for our dog and the cat to get along. Sister says before leaving, ohhh, my dog will be fine where the cat is concerned. WRONG. As soon as she was gone, her dog began chasing the cat, trying to EAT the cat. Poor kitty is going to need kitty tranquilizers.

When sister came to bring eldest niece, she of course brought her two youngest with her. The cat has gotten used to us, but kitty does not like little children. Their 3 hour long visit was about 2 hours, 59 minutes too long for poor kitty. Then to leave the dog too. I had to put kitty, kitty litter box, kitty water and food in one room and shut the door. I put both dogs out this morning and let kitty out. He was still so scared, he just sat in the doorway forever.

So, just now, I step outside to drink my coffee, listen to the birdies waking up, can't watch the squirrels running about as they are avoiding the yard with 2 dogs roaming about, and read the paper. Kitty jumps in the window to look out and sister's dog tries to eat kitty through the window. I could hear him hissing form the other side.

I cannot wait for this visit to end!!!!!

Bittersweet

I knew the day would come eventually. They have to leave the nest at some point. The day has finally arrived for my oldest to spread those wings. As we were packing stuff up this morning, clearing her room out, it was surreal. I mean, that's been her room for 20 years. It will be weird to walk down the hall and she isn't there. Instead it will be the youngest that is there. She can't take her dog with her, so he is staying here. We wanted him to be maybe a little less freaked out, so the 9 year old will move into the 20 year olds room, so the dog can keep it as 'his' room.

I know she'll be fine. She's only 5 minutes away. She's a smart girl and one I don't feel I need to worry about in regards to doing stupid stuff that many 20 year olds do to put themselves in harms way.

what can I say

Yesterday, I was a bad girl Abbott. I just really did not have a damned thing to say. So, I guess I'll do two posts today.

Ancora realmente non ho un molto da dire. Ho preso oggi la mia neonata al dentista. Sembra in qualche modo ha rotto un dente ieri, un molare nessun più di meno. Ho pensato che fosse di sicuro uno dei suoi denti di bambino. È un dente permanente. Abbiamo dovuto prendere un appuntamento con un orthodontist per vedere quale itinerario sarà preso. Odio vedere il mio bambino nel dolore.

Translated:

I still really do not have a whole lot to say. I did take my baby girl to the dentist today. Seems she somehow broke a tooth yesterday, a molar no less. I thought for sure it was one of her baby teeth. It is a permanent tooth. We had to make an appointment with an orthodontist to see which route will be taken. I do hate seeing my baby in pain.

Kitty interviews Twango

Here I am being interviewed by Joie de Kitty



1. Tell me what your favourite memory with a male family member (Dad, uncle, grandpa, etc.) is.

My favorite memory with a male family member? Hummm, that's a tough one. I only remember this from being told, but it is my absolute favorite. I was the 2nd grandchild and the first granddaughter on my mom's side. To say I was the apple of grandpa's eye is an understatement. I could do no wrong in his eyes. Not long before he died, (I was 5) I got into his matches. Now, he had those big enormous boxes of the sulfur tipped matches. I decided to play pick up sticks with those matches while he was at work. My grandmother told me to pick them up. I responded by getting a wet wash cloth, lying on the couch and telling my grandmother, I can't, I have a sezer (fever). She made me pick them up and I did begrudgingly, crying the whole time and hyperventilating the phrase, 'wait till pawpaw gets home'. As soon as he came home, my grandmother said I was off like a rocket to meet him at the back door and proceeded to tell him all about what a horrible person 'his wife' was. He told my grandmother, Linda, those are my matches and if that baby wants to play pick-up sticks with them, she can. Grandmother said I looked at her with a 'take that' look. It's a favorite, because it truly let me know that I was special.

2. What is your earliest memory involving food? Was it positive or negative, and do you still eat that food?

Easily, the times cooking with my grandmother (the one from above). She didn't teach her daughters to cook. She thought, what do they need to know how to do that for, I cook. Well, when they got married, her phone would ring off the hook with, 'Mamma, how do I make/do xxx?' When I came along and showed interest in what she was doing, she plopped my butt on a counter and began teaching me how at around 4 or 5. The first thing I remember making with her was meringue. She would give me a bowl with the egg whites and a fork and tell me to beat it till it was stiff. Now that I'm a mom, I know she was just trying to get me out of the way, but I kept coming back for more, so she gradually increased my responsibilities till I was chopping and applying heat right along with her.

3. We know you love Cute Knut. Do or did you have any pets? What do you love about them?

We do have a pet, actually he is my oldest daughters and he is a Second Chance pet. His name is Freedom. He's really a pretty cool dog. He knows I'm 'grandma' and gets the grandparent spoiling treatment. He of course gets a stocking and presents at Christmas and a present on the 4th of July, as that is supposedly the day he was born, hence his name. What I love about them is the unconditional love. They are happy to see you whenever you get home; 5 minutes is like 5 days to them. It just makes ya feel loved. It was really cute when after he had broken his leg, but it was healed, he had gotten used to the sympathy thing and when he would hear someone in the kitchen, he would come in there to see if any snacks would be coming his way. If he didn't get any, he would play that sympathy card and limp as if he still had the cast. Funny thing was, he didn't always limp on the same leg. It was too cute and I had to give a treat for that.




4. One of the things I miss about the US is the commercials on TV... What is your favorite commercial, and why?

Right now, I'm loving this commercial Nationwide titled light switch. I don’t' know why, but it just cracks me up.

5. Where would you like to travel and why?

There truly are so many places I want to travel. France, Italy, Germany, oh hail, all of Europe truthfully. I would love to do a culinary tour of the world as that would serve two purposes, both the culinary aspect but the cultural end as well. Egypt for sure as I am fascinated by their ancient culture. The Middle East for the religious aspect, Germany as I am more German in heritage and I'd love to see my 'roots' so to speak, but I think I'll cheat and just say everywhere, cause honestly, it is true.


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Sensitivity

How is it that some in this world are so damned sensitive. I just don't get it most of the time. Sure, when stuff is going on that has you stressed, it is understandable, but the people that are sensitive with or without said stress, I just don't get.

My sister for example. She is always sensitive, ALWAYS. No matter what it is, she is going to turn whatever into a personal attack against her. If you tell her she missed a button, she's a blind dumbass. If you ask her to not wear perfume because you are allergic to it, then you feel she is a fool for wasting money on smelly water.

How do these people get by in life? Are they constantly running for the bathroom so people don't see them crying? Do they cry in front of everyone to garner sympathy? Do they run off and eat worms in a corner? Or are these the people that finally lose it and shoot up the local fast food restaurant?

I just don't get it. Granted, I'm not a super sensitive person and it does take a bit to hurt my feelings, but sheesh, nut up people.