Bunch o' Stuff

Don't get me wrong, I like cats. I really do.

But, why do they have to POOP and SPRAY all over my friggin' yard?!?!?!?!?

I can't stand it. It's pissin' me off.

This morning, I ran out into our back yard in my PJ's to chase away some damn neighborhood cat using our lawn as his litterbox.

He was lucky he was so fast or he'd have my foot up his ass.

Moving on.

We got a visit from Grumpa, Auntie Onion-Dip and Uncle Junior this weekend. K-T had a blast. She loved all the attention and play time. She even decided to show off by starting to wave at people.

We even - GULP - were able to LEAVE her with them.

Huzbend and I went out for ice cream. It was the first time in almost 7 months that we had gone someplace sans baby. It was a nice little break, even if we did talk about her for the entire 20 minutes that we were gone.

But, alas, all visits must end. It was a sad, sad time. Sniffle.

I swear the next day she was looking for them. When I brought her downstairs in the morning, she automatically scanned the room. Then later on she kept looking at the couch to see if there was anyone there. When I was holding her she would try to peak around my shoulder to see if Grumpa was going to jump out and tell her to "Go 'ta bed!".

Who knows. Maybe it was just my imagination.

Next.

Last week we went to Storytime at the public library. There was this lady sitting on the floor breastfeeding her baby. I was actually a little embarrassed sitting there right next to her. This was a very strange reaction to have since I too breastfeed my baby. It was just dumb.

The lady was there again this week and doing the same thing. I noticed this time that she didn't even have a nursing bra on. I guess it just makes for even easier access. Hmph.

I wish I was brave enough to just whip out a boob to feed my kid in public.

One more.

Daylight savings time sucks.

It's totally destroyed my progress towards an earlier bedtime for KT. I had just gotten her to go to bed at around 9:30 and we were slowly working towards 9:00. Then the clocks leap ahead and now she's going to bed at 10:30/11:00 again! Dammit.

Sigh. Now, I gotta start all over again.

Last one, I swear.

For you video game freaks.

The "Ship Date" does not mean that the game will be in the store on that specific day. It's just the day that it ships from the manufacturer. The retailers get it the next day and you have to wait until then to buy it.

Bogus.

Until tomorrow, my beefy, bald and bad-ass Spartan friend.