Wednesday, January 6, 2010

Sorry

Sorry I have not been on here in so long. My computer had a virus. Total bummer. My son's cat had a urinary blockage. Big problem financialy. My husband almost broke his ankel. Happy friggin new year!

The source of our financial woes.

Friday, November 27, 2009

Turkey

Well, here we are,
Thank's giving is over, and the holidays are a commin'.br> In a bit I will have a new list of discount codes and offers to put up, but in the meantime, I hope none of you got trampeled today. I had to stay home....(mope) Hubbie had to work.
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I know I'm not the only one out there feeling a bit squrrely, I always get that way this time of year. This is Mr. squrrel. he lives in th trees behid my appartment.
He says
"Have a safe and happy holiday shopping season, and don'tgo too nuts"

Saturday, November 21, 2009

Fur

Ok, so I'm in my bathroom this morning, blow drying my hair in the usual mannor for me (in the nude) when my son comes charging in yelling about needing to pee. He stops dead in his tracks. Looking up at me with those big brown eyes, he asks "Mommy...... why is there fur on your pee pee?". I am blind sided. I shoo him out the door without any explination- because all I can think to say is "because sweetie, Mommy is turning into a kitty cat!". I decided better than that as soon as it popped into my head. Any hoo the point of the story, some times it is best to just lock the door. Lesson learned. I am just glad he didn't ask where my pee pee was.

I just miss the days when all he said was "glarble flarg"

Friday, November 20, 2009

Why is it?


Why is it that just before I doze off at night, I am the wittiest person I know- but when I write this blog, I always go blank?
Why is it that the spell checker is still missing?
Why is it that I miss the spell checker soooooo much?
 Why is it that I was born in the town I was born in, and not some other place by some other person?
Why is it so easy to run out of money?
Why is it that we need so much to do so little?
Why is it so hard to be angry at the one you love?
Why is it so easy to be angry at the one you love?
Why is it that I made this list?

Thursday, November 19, 2009




Cinderellie says-"No outfit is complete without cat fur"
Peanut says "I concur!"
Just a few pictures of my kids. I don't have much to say right now.
Duncan Says:
"Check out Tasters Choice online for some free coffee."
 I got a set of 6 instant coffee sticks. It rocks.
Unless you like to be sleepy as much as this kitty..... I love my Corey.

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Spell check

Got on my computer this morning and headed to this web page to start my blog for the day, I was gonna do a bit about Too Much Coffee Man- but then I noticed no spell checker on my options. This has me frazzled. I know my spelling is aweful. I don't usually even try. I use the spell checker. Where did it go?
I need it!
On the plus side, if you can read this at all that means I have at least some idea how to put the letters togeather and make words.
Well, I gotta go an fix me some fud.
till next time, heres a cute picture of my cat Corey.


Sunday, November 15, 2009

People



Why is it that people are the way they are? It has recently come to my attention that people are mostly nice and friendly while goofing off on the Internet, but if you run into the same people in real life and act the same way as you do online, they think you are crazy.You may as well grow another head while saying something to a stranger.
With this in mind, how does anyone meet anybody new once you are out of school? How do people like me(homemaker)even exist without loosing our minds? -Speak for yourself, I lost mine long ago. I can not remember the last time I made a new friend outside of the Internet.

Also, why are so many people not the people they pretend to be? So many of the people I used to call friends have shown their real faces over the years, and not been the same faces as they put on at first. I mean- come on! Why not just be ourselves all the time? I am ALWAYS the same person.
I am proud. I am strange. I am silly.
Call me crazy, but at least I'm me.
That is all,
Krystal