here's my gripe…



So, my sweet little Agnes had kittens the day after Valentine’s day. It all came about rather surprisingly. I didn’t even think she was still intact because I never heard her being in heat. I assumed she’d been fixed by someone else and then run away from them.

Everything was going along swimmingly when one day I noticed that she was eating a lot more and looked to be putting on weight. But it seemed completely concentrated around her stomach. After a while, Mark made the suggestion that she was pregnant. We both laughed about it until it didn’t seem so laughable anymore.

Anyway, the day after Valentine’s day, I was sitting on the couch in the livingroom when I suddenly heard the tiniest little meow. I ran in and woke my husband and we were ridiculously excited! He also went into hyper worried mode about them being under the couch because we still have boxes of stuff from my parents’ house all over our livingroom.

We had bought a cat bed a week or two earlier with the thought that maybe she’d have her kittens in that. Hahahaha! Yeah. We took the bed and her and her first baby into our room and onto our bed. Obviously she didn’t like that idea and grabbed her firstborn and went under our bed and proceeded to give birth to the other four throughout the day.

Yay, right? Except that we kept looking under the bed at the babies and she didn’t like that. First she moved from Mark’s side of the bed to my side of the bed. Then when that didn’t stop us from looking at them, she tried to move them into my youngest son’s room. After that she moved them to behind my bedside table, but she realized they all were too cramped back there, so Mark cleaned out a space in our closet under a built-in shelving unit. We helped her move the babies in there and everything was hunky dory.

That is, until this evening. I fell asleep for a short time and was woken up by my youngest when he came in to tell me that he had gone out to feed Agnes and thought he’d heard one of the kittens meowing behind a bunch of boxes.

She’d decided, while I was napping, to move three of her five babies out to the livingroom. Because, even after all this time, she still doesn’t like that we look at her babies. Or that we’ve pet them.

Now, I’d love to just leave them all alone or whatever, but everywhere I look everybody is saying that right now is the crucial time to get them socialized to humans. Like, if we don’t do it now, they’ll hate us forever and they’ll never take to us. RIGHT NOW!

Well, Agnes apparently hasn’t read all these experts, so she’s not with the program. Since before we knew she was pregnant, she had become less snuggly with me. She doesn’t like being picked up and held anymore, but she still likes being pet and she purrs when you pet her. But she only seems to tolerate us now. And she apparently doesn’t care that we aren’t hurting her babies, she wants to hide them from us.

*sigh* I’d be more than willing to ignore the babies, for the most part, until they were ready to ween, but does that mean we’re going to have problems with the kittens taking to us? There is nothing helpful on the internet to find out what to do at this point. I want the kittens to like us, but I don’t want to keep stressing out Agnes and the babies because she feels the need to move them every few days.

At least there is no longer a worry that she wouldn’t take to being a mom. She’s a really, really good mom.


Post-Christmas rundown

1) I haven’t changed out of my pajamas for two days.

2) There are two positives to winter: a) no bugs; b) it’s cold enough outside that you can stick your leftovers in your car because you dont have enough room in your stupid fridge.

3) I’ve had ‘Baby it’s Cold Outside’ stuck in my head for three days. All the moral outrage over the song has only kept it alive in everyone’s heads. Thanks a lot, SJWs!

4) We heard about a new bakery in our old neighborhood a week before Christmas. Their pies are awesome, but it was too late to order any for Christmas. Whole Foods pies have been a complete letdown, in comparison.

5) Netflix needs to add some more GBBO already. I’ve watched what they have so many times I can almost recite it the way other people recite movie lines.

Happy New Year, everybody!

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Mad Moon Craft Hard Cider

We were at Whole Foods getting….something. I can’t even remember why we were there, and we stopped to look at their craft beer and cider selection. This caught my eye because it actually stated that it was semi-dry. Most of the ciders I’ve had don’t mention one way or the other and I usually find them a tad too sweet.

I was still a little apprehensive about this one, but I’m happy to say that it is just the right level of not too sweet/not too dry for me. And there is a pleasant cinnamon aftertaste to it, as well.

Unfortunately, I can’t remember the other three flavors that it came in and I’m too lazy to look them up. I’m also sorry I only got one bottle, but at least I know what to look for in the future. I do know, if you’re interested and it’s available in your area, that they have two semi-dry flavors and two semi-sweet. Something for everybody!

Merry Christmas Eve eve, everyone!


What the hell am I doing?

It’s almost 5 am and I’m sitting here watching a bunch of sewing videos on Facebook. I don’t even know how to sew!

I can’t even sew by hand properly. Like, how do you finish the stitch off when you’re done so it doesn’t come loose? I don’t know! Who do I have to ask now? Nobody! The stupid videos don’t show that part.

I’m grumpy now. I need a coffee and a nap.


What the hell is this shit, Facebook marketplace?

Its Black Friday and Facebook is giving everybody, I assume, $10 off crap being sold in their marketplace. Whoop. I cant imagine ever wanting to buy anything in there, but I thought I’d go check it out because I’m awake at 4:45 am and I’m bored.


I cant believe these things are still being sold. Ew.

Don’t blink.

Is this porn? Are they selling porn on Facebook marketplace? Ewww…

What. The. Actual. Hell?

I think I’m going to go have a cup of coffee and eat a piece of pie and pretend I never saw any of this.


I’m not ready!

I’m not emotionally prepared for Thursday to be Thanksgiving. It still feels like Halloween was just the other day and I’d have more time to psyche myself up for this.

But no. It doesn’t help that I (still) don’t have a working oven. Or that I seem to have the attention span of a gnat.

Supposedly, my sister and her husband will be in town some time tomorrow. We’ll see if that actually happens this year. If so, maybe that will kick my butt into gear and make me get something done.

Stupid not winning the lottery…


A local brewery got together with a local chocolate shop to create a special Christmas brew. In theory, this should have been awesome, but Mark and I think it is some of the most disgusting beer, EVAR.

It looks like we are in the minority with that opinion, but really, it is so gross you can’t even imagine. I don’t know what it is about it, I’m guessing it’s the vanilla flavoring. Just yuck. Yuckity yuck. 



I have a set of coffee and soup mugs with this pattern on them.

There is no markings on the bottom of any of them to denote who made them or when. They belonged to my parents, who have had them for as long as I can remember.

One of the mugs has a long crack on the inside of the mug. My mom had placed a cutting from one of her house plants in it, but I managed to kill it after she passed away. 😦

I tried doing one of those image searches with the above photo to see if I could find anything out about it, but there was nothing that looked even remotely like it. It’s very 70s looking, isn’t it. Maybe that’s why I like it so much.

I hear there are still paint-your-own-pottery places, but I don’t know where. That would probably be my only way to ever get a replacement for the cracked mug.