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October 28, 2008

crisis averted

Yesterday, I got home from work and was having a little lunch while chatting with my brother-in-law. I was eating an apple with peanut butter and I was sharing with Hoho.

In the middle of the conversation, Hoho, who has been whining incessantly lately, started whining and sticking his fingers in my face. I was in the middle of a sentence and was irritated already because I had surpassed my whining maximum tolerance. I absently grabbed Hoho's hand while still talking with Cakes. It appeared that Hoho was trying to feed me the peanut butter he had all over his fingers. I was just about to lick his fingers and appease him, when I decided to sniff it first because a scene from Baby Mama came quickly to mind. Thank God I did that because the peanut butter in question ended up being a nasty poo-poo that had gone up Hoho's back and was causing him considerable discomfort.

Mmmmmm!

I don't think I will be able to eat peanut butter for awhile.

Posted by bugg at 10:32 PM | Comments (0)

October 25, 2008

back to life, back to reality

Well, what a crazy month (or so) it has been.

In September, I left Grumpy and the kids for an entire week, while I went to Charleston, South Carolina for work, which was mostly fun. My mom came out and stayed with the family. I had a great time but it was the very first time I had ever left any of them at all and I was glad to come home.

I was home a week before we all left to go on our very first cruise. We flew from here to Heathrow, before heading to Barcelona. From Barcelona, we boarded the Norwegian Gem and headed to Malta. On Malta, we toured Valletta and Mdina. Then we headed off to Italy. We stopped in Naples, Pompeii, and Sorrento. The next day we stopped in Citavechhia but were way to tired to make the trek into Rome. We spent the next day in Livorno, Florence, and Pisa. Little Bear turned 6 that day and had the best time ever in Florence. The next day we stopped in Villefranche, in France. We didn't have enough time to make it over to Nice but that was fine. It was hard enough getting to shore on the little excursion boats with Little Bear's wheelchair.

Aside from actually finding the wheelchair in Heathrow and finding ADA cabs in Barcelona we had a pretty easy go of it. It was a fun trip, but I was very happy to come home.

Since then it has been a blur. I've been asked to serve on board for the school district as Little Bear's school liaison for special needs. Whatever that means. I missed the first meeting while we were in Europe, so now I have to catch up.

I voted early last week but it didn't make me feel as good as usual becuase in many of the local positions the only candidates were Republican. Welcome to Arizona. Sigh.

All the way down my street there are signs in many of the front yards supporting Proposition 102 that changes the Arizona constitution to define marriage as "one man, one woman." They have a ton of money and advertise non-stop. I have received a zillion mailers addressed to "The Bugg Family". It's irritating to me that they assume because we are married with children, that we would automatically support this crap proposal. I contacted them and let them know that I don't support this kind of bigotry and that we want off of their mailing list. I hope they don't come after us now. I just don't get the mentality. I hope for anyone, that they find someone to love and that they can marry and have a family if they so choose.

And also, I think a strange twist of fate come my way and I hope I read the signs correctly. A couple of weeks ago, a friend of mine accidentally ran over her cat with her RV. The cat has run out while she was leaving a campground. She had to move her RV to not block traffic and well... you can see where it goes from there. I felt terrible for her and have been thinking about her so much because her cat and her dog are her babies and the cat and the dog were best friends.

Last night as we came home from the halloween store, we pulled into the driveway and Grumpy stopped hard. He opened the door and bent over and picked up a kitten. He handed it to me and he said, "I almost ran this over!" I had NOT told him about my friend and her cat. We ended up bringing the kitten into the house (yes, I know, shocker). He's too skinny. You can see all his bones and he ate for about ten minutes straight. He's too cute. He's an all black short-hair and he's maybe 10 to 12 weeks old. He's not afraid of our cats and he just sits and growls when the dogs check him out. He slept with Little Bear all night.

I can't keep him. We have four cats and five small dogs already. The strays just know how to find me. I was thinking of putting him on Craigslist but I hate not knowing who he would go to and I refuse to take him to the pound. About 4 am it hit me that maybe he found me to get to my friend. She's coming here from Seattle in a couple of weeks to stay in an RV park for awhile.

I think the kitten found me so he could get to her. At least that is the idea I can't get out of my head. I emailed her this morning so I hope she feels the same way. Otherwise I may have another cat in the family and one less husband! I kid. Sort of.

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