Playing Catch up

Well I’ve certainly fallen off the blog-in-a-timely-manner wagon. Sorry folks, it was a busy week. And it seemed that whenever I sat down to write an update, something would happen. Like Thursday night, when I decided to get ready for bed early, and sit in bed to write an update before going to sleep. Do you think that actually happened? No, because you didn’t have an update from Thursday night. Here’s how that went:

Disclaimer: this post is somewhat graphic. You might not want to read it over your lunch break. Then again, anyone who has kids probably will think nothing of it.

I head to the kitchen to feed the cats, give them water, etc., my normal before bed routine. I walk into the kitchen and find something all over the floor. And my something I mean something icky, something gross, something that should be inside the body and something that should most certainly not be on my kitchen floor. I stand there for a minute thinking which cat did this? How in the world can I tell which one so I know who to fuss at? Now, things like this don’t really gross me out. As many things that I have cleaned up from Sam and Susan Claire over the years, or as many times as I have been spit up on, peed on, etc. from Sam and Susan Claire over the years, it just doesn’t bother me anymore. I realize pets are different, but my pets are my kids since I have not been fortunate yet to bless the world with a smaller version of me (can you even imagine?). My last cat, Rosie, had a stomach problem that caused her to throw up a lot. Gross things just seem to come with the territory. Well, I would rather that what I found on the kitchen floor had come out of their mouth but unfortunately it had come out the other end. Insert mini-freak-out here. Who did this?! You are potty trained! What is going on here?! Then I see Gabby and quickly deduce that she is the culprit, as it is all over her back areas. Spring into action: Quickly shove messy cat in bathroom for cleaning up. Quickly clean and scrub scrub scrub kitchen floor (and curse curse curse). Try to figure out how to clean cat that is in the bathroom. Start to feel like a jack ass for fussing because something could be wrong with her. Decide to use a wet washcloth and just see what happens. Have you ever tried giving a cat a spongebath? Because that is essentially what happened. Twenty-five minutes later, Gabby is clean, I have said enough curse words to satisfy next week’s quota, and Izzy is running around trying to hide thinking she is next for the bathroom torture chamber. So much for going to bed early. The good news is, I talked to the vet the next morning and dropped of a “sample” for them to, well, do whatever they do with it. They didn’t find anything, which means Gabby isn’t sick and it was just a freak thing (that I really really really hope will never happen again).

Anywho, that is why I didn’t update that night. I actually have a lot to catch up on for this post. Last weekend was Sam’s 6^th birthday party, and that included cake, ice cream, 10 or so wild and crazy kids, and a ginormous inflatable water-slide-o-death. He had one last year for his birthday party but this one was bigger. And faster. And slippery-er. Of course once the party is over and the kids go home, it’s time for the adults to play. Me, Ashley, Steve, Rodney, and Shannon all took turns on the water-slide-o-death. I’ll admit that on my first turn, I climbed to the top and quickly said “I changed my mind!” but of course that didn’t fly. This thing was so slick and so fast, if there hadn’t been a wall to slam into at the bottom then you most certainly would have ended up 20 feet across the yard. So here I go, I try to sit down rather slowly so that I don’t take off before I’m ready, and BAM what just happened? How am I at the bottom already? And who was that screaming so loud? Oh, that was me. Somehow every time I slide down it seems I blink and it’s over, and by over I mean I have slammed into the pool of water at the bottom, slid up the wall and flipped around backwards, landing facing the slide I just flew down. In-sane. Super fun, but insane. And, it took a week for me to get full range of motion in my neck again. It seems that after balance and vision, the next thing to go is the ability of my body to bounce back from any sort of shananigans.

(The pictures below are of the ginormous water-slide-o-death and me coming in for a landing)

Let’s see, anything else happen last week? I had my follow up eye doctor appointment on Friday, but I think I’ll save that for another post since this one is rather lengthy. This week things start to get busy again, so I’ll apologize in advance if the posts are slow coming. Dance starts back this week and I’m teaching two nights this year, plus that whole finishing up my masters thing. Oy. I’m tired already.