The world as we know it is in jeopardy.....

It may even end as I type

Why?....You might ask.

Well......

When I got home yesterday, my son had cut the grass (well as much as he could until the belt on the mower broke ), vacuumed the house, dusted in the livingroom, swept the kitchen floor, washed two loads of towels...but wait...he not only washed....he dried....he folded.....AND put them away . He also started....and yes started but didn't finish....cleaning his room. All of this without even being told to do so.

It was nice knowing you world

Testing....

 

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Does this thing work?

 

Ok...it must be me that's not working too well I have zilch to post about . It'll come back to me...........eventually

 

 

Ok...so we now have the kitten, Patches, the two year old lab and Rocky, the three month old doby/rotty mix at our house.

I was worried about both dogs around the kitten and was really stressing for them NOT to chase her when she ran around. I didn't want her running up a tree and getting frightened and not come down. They do pretty good with that. They also do pretty good with not hurting her which kind of surprises me but pleases me.

All seem to be living reality well in their new found cohabitation

BUT......

I am a little worried about Patches.

I think he is gender AND species confused

For the past couple of days, he has taken up carrying, yes carrying, the kitten in his mouth just like a mama cat/dog would do. He picks her up ever so gently and takes her to the front yard (don't know why it's the FRONT yard but that's where he takes her) and puts her between his front legs and commences to lick her clean Yesterday, Patches had taken the kitten around front while Hubby was cutting grass and Hubby told Patches to take the kitten back and Patches picked up the kitten and brought her back to the backyard I just don't know what to think.

Yesterday would've been my daddy's 76th birthday.

Happy Birthday Daddy

You know how those odd thoughts come into your head at times. I just had one.

Thinking about my daddy's birthday yesterday, I was wondering if he ever had a birthday party to celebrate My guess would be no, he probably never did and it makes me sad.

I was thinking about the cemetery where he's buried also. As fascinated as I am with cemeteries, I can't bring myself to visit the one he's buried in that often. In the ten years he's been gone, I think I've been to the cemetery 3 times and one of those was for the actual funeral. I don't know why it bugs me so bad to go there

I wonder if my daddy ever had a dog. I know he had a cat when I was little but never heard him mention any dog. I don't think he was a big dog fan but even at that, what about when he was a kid....there were 8 kids....did they have a family pet? Dog, cat, chicken?
No...no chickens as pets. They would've ate them for dinner Come to think of it...as poor as they were, they probably didn't have anything else they had to feed that couldn't be put on the table at a later date but I still wonder.

Who was the first girl he kissed? What did he want to be when he grew up? What was his most embarrassing moment and a thousand more questions that I'll never have the answers to.

Silly things that I don't know about my daddy that I've never really thought of before. Strange how stuff pops into your head

A somewhat eventful weekend...

 

On Friday, my oldest daughter brought a kitten home

On Saturday, my youngest daughter got a tattoo

Also on Saturday, my oldest daughter brought a puppy home

On Sunday, my son brought a hicky home

 

Ok...at least one of the four will go away

 

The kitten, who my oldest calls Kitty and me and my youngest daughter call Feona is only about 7 weeks and cute as a button. She doesn't like to be alone though so when she goes in her cage at night, she meows her little head off.

 

The puppy, Rocky, is part Doby and part Rotty and is about 3 months old. She adopted him from the humane society. Patches didn't like him too much at first. He played the whole alpha male role but it didn't take long for Rocky to win Patches over and become a playmate.

 

The tattoo....I really don't know what to say about the tattoo. It's not like it was a surprise. I went with her to get it. I'm just not crazy about the tattoo. I don't think she put a lot of thought into it and I feel guilty for not doing more to try to talk her out of it but I know this child....once her mind is made up, it's a done deal. She would've went and had it done even if it wasn't me that went with her so I went with her because she asked me to. I feel bad for her because the girl that did the tattoo messed it up slightly. It's nothing really that noticable but SHE knows it's there. I told her to give a few days and it might not bother her as much but if it still did, then go from there. There might be something that can be done to even it out some without taking away from the tat itself. Nothing like getting a messed up tattoo on your first

 

The hicky....I haven't had the pleasure of seeing it yet. Hubby saw it when my son and his girlfriend were at the house Sunday morning. I wasn't there so I don't really know what was said but Hubby said he mentioned it to both of them and embarrassed the girl (not really intentionally but it happened). I'll get to put my two cents in this evening when I get home

 

I really wonder sometimes WHY I will miss my kids when they move out