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Monday, September 30, 2013

Nothing smells worse than cat pee, on the carpet, in my house. Not even stinky horse poop outside


A few months ago, my husband installed new carpet in our bedroom and living room when we moved into our current house. I have been holding my breath, anticipating, but hoping that my cat would not pee and mark her territory like she did in our last home. No matter how many times I had scrubbed the carpet, using every kind of carpet shampoo, I just could not completely get the awful smell out. It was a source of complete frustration to me. Each time I came home and opened the front door, the smell would hit me.

Well, Thursday evening as I walked into my bed room, that horrible, disgusting smell of cat pee was there. OH MY GOSH!!!!  I wanted to KILL my cat. I scrubbed and scrubbed but to no avail, the smell would not come out of the carpet, I could not even sleep in there, urrgh!

 On Friday, I scrubbed some more, and the carpet still smelled like cat pee. Once again, I was very frustrated!

 On Saturday, Lonnie rented a carpet cleaning machine. I must have run it over the peed on area at least 50 times, but the smell was still there.

Sunday morning, Lonnie shampooed it again, while I was rushing around the house in order to leave by 9:00 a.m. for a big family birthday luncheon that we were hosting at my mother’s house.

We made sure that my bedroom door was closed to keep that almost strangled cat out of there.

At the end of the long, busy day with a two hour car ride ahead of us, we were all very tired when we arrived home.

As Lonnie walked toward our bedroom, I followed behind him to see if the foul smell was completely gone since the carpet had dried.

 Just as he opened the bedroom door, MY CAT RAN OUT OF THE CLOSED OFF BED ROOM! OH… MY ….GOSH, UNBELIEVABLE!! Now the odor was stronger because she had PEED AGAIN, in the same spot as before. I was so upset that I just about came unglued. I repeatedly said, “How did she sneak past us this morning when we were so careful to keep her out of the room”, as I paced from the bedroom to the kitchen not knowing what to do first, clean the carpet or kill the cat.

 Does anybody want a cat?  

Disclaimer: I never touched or harmed the cat in any way.

September 30, 2013

 

Friday, September 20, 2013

When I Shop, I Hunt!!


When I shop, I hunt!! I love a good 50%-75% off a clearance section in any store .I dig through all the items with the intent and mindset that I MUST find, and take home a deal from this pile, even if it kills me. Almost like deer hunting and bringing one home. Just as exciting for me!!

Today I found a great clearance sale going on out here in the country in little ol’ St. Johns, AND, most of all, I unintentionally embarrassed my 15 year old son while I was there, Cha-Ching,  sweet pay backs. Anyone else raised and lived through teenage years’, knows what I’m talking about.

So, I’m digging through a box of Loofa’s, I don’t know why, I don’t use them, but you never know what you’re going to find in the bottom of any clearance box. Bingo, I found a wallet (the only wallet in that box) with a BIG BLUE emblem of U of M on it. If anyone knows my “over the top fan”, husband, my thinking wheels start turning, hmm, would he use it? If not, he will just put it in his U of M collection room.

 Oh, darn it, interference of the hunt, there’s no price on it. I franticly walked up to a store clerk, and started telling him my w –h- o- l –e,  l-o-n-g  story, how I found this only wallet, blah, blah, blah. Can you please find out the price for me?

 This kind man, with slightly shrugged shoulders, and semi lifted hands, and wide eyed, listened very patiently to my plea. And behind me, my son said,” MOM, MOM” and no response from me because hello, can’t you see I’m talking to someone at the moment? I ignored him.

When I was finished talking, the polite gentleman said,”I’m sorry but I don’t work here.” In which at that point, my son walked behind and past me mumbling to me saying, “I was trying to tell you that, you are sooo embarrassing!”

Oh, with a slight pause, I said, “so sorry” as I walked away from him also saying,” Well, you LOOK like you should work here.”

Ahh, WHAT was that supposed to mean? As if, I didn’t put the poor guy in an awkward situation already. But I didn’t miss a beat as I proceeded to walk to the front of the store, to find the employee working behind the checkout counter. I started the whole story over again, “I found this wallet in with the loofa’s box and………………..”

In the end, the wallet only cost me $1.00. The embarrassing moment, priceless!

September 13, 2013

Monday, September 9, 2013

IS THIS REALLY HOW COWBOYS LIVE OUT HERE IN THE COUNTRY?


Let me see a show of hands if……… 1.Your Cowboy does NOT use soap when he washes his hands.

                                                               2. When your Cowboy shows his chivalry by killing a bug with his bare hands after you scream at the sight of one, BUT, then wipes it on the carpet, bedspread, or him instead of throwing it away.   :/

                                                               3. Does he look at you with a slightly tilted head and say,” WHAT FOR?” after you say,“ Oh My Gosh!! Aren’t you going to wash your hands after killing it?” Then his reply is, “Nahh, its ok”, he then proceeds to crawl into bed next to you. EWWW!

 Please go wash your hands WITH SOAP, then come to bed.

                                                                 4. Does your Cowboy come in the house after hand feeding the horses that have licked and drooled on his hands and then goes into the house and touches everything in the kitchen to get something to eat, WITHOUT washing his hands?

 Are you kidding me? “Please wash your hands, before touching any counter tops, or the refrigerator handle or any food in it…… WITH SOAP” and his response with the roll of his eyes is, “WHAT FOR?”

                                                                 5. Does your Cowboy bring in his travel mug when he gets home from work then set it on the counter top and tell you,” Don’t have to wash this, I washed it at work?” When I further investigated that statement and asked, ”Did you use SOAP when you washed it at work?” His response is, “WHAT FOR, I’m just going to use it again tomorrow.”

Yuck!  I put it right in the soapy dish water as I was washing other dishes. There it goes!

Is this really how Cowboys live out here in the country?  My Cowboy says I’m too germ conscious. I think the key word in that statement is “conscious,” and I am, about cleanliness.

Where I come from, back in the suburbs, we use SOAP with our water to wash everything! :)

9-9-13

 

Monday, September 2, 2013

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When will I learn to get out of harm’s way?



It was such a beautiful, mild, mid 70’s kind of day.  Sasha and I walked outside to give the horses some oat bagels and carrots for a treat. We talked to them, stroked their coats and enjoying their company. As I was stroking Maggie’s coat, I was secretly thinking to myself, ”This country living is peaceful”, can’t get this in the suburbs”.

Meanwhile, in the background, Lonnie was staking the ground and connecting the roping to it, which he often does, to give the horses more fresh grass to eat. We call it the “Temporary Pasture”.  It was surrounding Sasha and I, leading to the gate in which Lonnie could be able to simply open it and the horses would walk out and into the fresh grass area to graze. Otherwise, like in the past, we would take the lead rope, hook it to their harness and walk them out to the temporary pasture that was too far out to connect to the gate. After we fed them the treats and enjoyed their company for a few minutes, we headed back toward the house, walking through the temporary pasture to get to that point.

Then in the not so far background I heard Lonnie say,”Ok, come on out” Sasha and I looked up at the same time, and Sasha panicked and yelled, ”MOM, LOOK! Because I was already looking, she meant, they are running in our direction, all three of them. They went from a walking mode to a stampeding mode in seconds flat, as if they were at the races and they just heard the starting gun shot. I tried to calm her down within the few seconds we had before they reached us and said, ”It’s ok, just move over, get out of their way”. Luckily we were next to a tree at that point and Sasha jumped behind the tree. A smart decision made quickly.

One horse, Rebel, ran to the right of the tree and the others,(all of them weighing over 900 pounds each), ran to the left of the tree, RIGHT WHERE I WAS STANDING! All I had time to do in those few seconds was to position myself into the center of the two horses running right in my direction, and pray that they didn’t knock me over and trample onto me. And at the same time, I naively thought, surely they will stop before they get to me. Maybe to see if I had any treats left to give them? But Noooo, THEY DID NOT STOP.  They did slightly separate in the attempt to go around me, but Maggie didn’t quite have enough room between the tree on the right side of her and me on the left side of her. So, the broad side of her body banged into me at full speed, and I was thrown over a few feet, while on the other side of me, Nitro swooshed past me at full speed but slightly veered off to his left just enough so as to not run into me. Unbelievably, I was still standing, but Maggie’s hoof clipped the back of my leg and cut it and in an instant a bruise swelled up and appeared under a cut. THANK GOD, it was a minor injury. It gave me shivers to think of what could have happened.

The odd thing is that about five more feet ahead of them, they ran up to the rope and made a dead stop. I was so shocked, that they stopped dead on for the rope, but not the two people that were just feeding them treats just minutes prior to their blast off run. Ya know, my thoughts were correct, you can’t get all this in the suburbs”. When will I learn to get out of harm’s way?