Twisted Good Times!

As a kid I can remember playing Monopoly...for HOURS!  It was so much fun!  Um...only when I won, that is.  When I didn't win, it was devastating.  And even if I won, the victory was seriously tainted by the hurt feelings of my friend who had just lost.  And you don't lose small in Monopoly, you only lose BIG...totally penniless, in debt, no property to your name, and wishing like crazy you were in jail.  The actual board game that I played when I was a kid now resides in my home, and the bright yellow Atlantic Avenue that was bent in half by my best friend who was losing, is a reminder of the misery that game requires.  That's just the way Monopoly is.  And it's why I can't stand to play the game any more...ever. 

Funny thing is, my kid still asks me to play it on a regular basis.  Tonight, in fact.  Me?  I'm all like, "No way!"  "Never ever!"  "You can't make me!"  "Let's play Twister!"


Little guy:  "OK, but that game's awkward."


So, we did!  And, after said awkward positions, and finding out that Dave wasn't actually really reading the spinner...he was in fact just looking to see what would be the most awkward/uncomfortable position to put us in, the little guy won.

...and I didn't wish I was in jail or anything!!!

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Another Episode of "What's that smell?"

Took the little guy back to the bone-ologist today to get his cast removed.  And what did the kid do after his cast was off?  Only the same thing he's done after the removal of his casts for the last five broken bones.  Why, of course he took great joy in sharing the stench of whatever body part had been covered and confined for multiple loooong weeks by waving it to and fro.  And, let me tell you what, there is no number of washings that completely eliminates that odor.  And, opening the door in hopes that the doctor or tech will appear and rescue me is of no help either.  Oh, and then there's the delightful peeling of stinky skin that he does all covert-like just close enough to "snow" on my legs. 

Ah, yes, that kid loves me so.  How much you ask?  Well, I asked him just that...you know, "Tell me one thing you love about me...I need to hear it, kid."


Little guy:  "I love when you make me food."


So, there ya have it!  He's a bit of  turkey, and I do love him so.


P.S.  Later on he told me that he also thought I dressed cooler than a lot of his friends' moms.  And, he thinks it's cool that I like the hip-hop music he listens to, but he wishes I'd stop singing along.

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Mmmmm...tastes like chicken...maybe

I rode my bike to work this morning.  There's always something that makes the trip special, and this morning didn't disappoint.  I was riding along, the wind in my hair, leaves falling around me, cool air being inhaled deeply into my lungs, a flock of grackles eating seeds about twenty feet in front of me in the bike lane...and...WHOOSH!...an owl swooped down, latched its talons onto the back of an unsuspecting grackle...and WHOOSH!...back it went to the top of a tree.

Wow!  I wonder if grackles taste like chicken.

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An Etsy Eclipse

I've had such an ordinary, unblogworthy day...except...I'm super excited to announce the opening of my Etsy shop. Been thinking about it for a year or so and finally got my act together. I'll be adding more stuff daily! I hope you'll check it out! Thanks!!  

http://www.etsy.com/shop/WhimsyKali?ref=search_shop_redirect

OK, I kind of lied, things of note did happen today, but it's like an Etsy eclipse occurred and I couldn't see or do anything except it.  Tune in tomorrow for more of my regular goofy ramblings.

Thanks!

P.S. Spread the word!

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Dogs are disgusting...Cats not so much

Our cat, Pug, injures himself and has surgery.

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Pug isn't allowed to go outside for over a week.

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Pug must use a litter box.

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I get worried because he hasn't had a #2 in seven days!

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Our dog, Hazel, has had terrible, awful, really, really bad breath.

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Yeah, you guessed it.

Can't believe it took me a week to figure it out...

...dogs are adorable, but they sure are disgusting!

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Love...unconditionally

I've felt a little longing in my heart today.  I'm not feeling sad, or even melancholy...actually I'm in a really happy place.  Perhaps that's the very reason why I'm feeling a longing for my maternal grandmother.  You know, most every one of us has the privilege in this lifetime to be loved, unconditionally, by at least one person.  She was mine.  The other in my life has been my dog, Scout, but that's a different flavor of love...quite wonderful, but not the same.  I called my grandmother, "Nana", and I mirrored, in my own little girl way, the love that she showered upon me.  She was my confidante, my teacher, my mentor, my fellow adventurer, my friend, and above all, my very soft place to fall.  With her I could always just be.  And that was enough.

I dearly hope that I will someday be able to be that very thing for some small spirit, or perhaps one that has been on this planet for quite some time.  It will be such an honor.

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How to Slow those Rascally Toddlers and Kitties Down

When my boys were little, I spent large portions of every day figuring out ways to wear their little butts out.  In hindsight, I'm pretty sure their days were spent successfully wearing my butt out.  I had mixed success with my efforts, but I had a go-to solution if I needed them to slow their little butts down...and they loved it!  What was my solution?  Benadryl?  No...well, hardly ever, and they had to have a sniffle, too, of course, right?  Why, it was cowboy boots, of course!  They adored their cowboy boots and took such pride in strutting their stuff all around, everywhere I went.  They loved them so much that they always failed to notice that they weren't very skilled at walking in them.  So unskilled, in fact, that they had to walk very slowly to keep the boots on and to stay upright.  They were happy...I was happy...it was a win-win situation.

What brought this to mind was that our cat, Pug, who recently had surgery, is now experiencing his own sort of cowboy boots phenomenon.  His cowboy boots?  Well, it's his cone of shame.  When it's off, that precious cat runs around (in spite of the fact that the skin/muscle/almost to the bone injury was repaired only days ago...Pug's Injury Story Link) like his super happy crazy self.  But, when you put the cone on him, he is practically paralyzed.  He will slowly lower himself to the floor/bed/couch, whatever he's on, and then stay there.  For many hours!  After wearing it for four days now, he's finally able to walk a few feet in between freaky lie down episodes.

So, my calming recommendations for toddlers and cats...give the cowboy boots and cones a try!

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