Ah the dreaded poosplosions…I remember them well. I have to say I’ll take the dog and cat mess over the human variety. At least with them it’s a thorough hose down and you’re good to go. With kids you gotta peel off the toxic waste and consider whether to send it to the nearest landfill or bag it for decontamination at home. Oh, and now that they are too old to send me to the clinker for child abuse, I will admit to hosing down the children a time or two as well.
When the cat makes noise in the middle of the night, I can lock her out of the bedroom and/or in another room and ignore her. Can’t (well aren’t supposed to) do that with kids!
There was a meeting last night about light rail service that they’re proposing to put in from downtown out to our little suburb. It won’t be built and operational until at least 2015, but the proposed route goes pretty close to our house, and it’d be so nice to be able to jump on a train and get downtown in 20 minutes. At the moment, though, they don’t have any paths/trails from our complex to the planned station so we’d have a much longer walk along the roads. Our comments on their feedback sheets were “Put in paths!” If a big part of the reason for doing this is to get people to use their cars less, well, you need to make it convenient to walk to the station. Seems obvious enough. But it’s government we’re talking about so the obvious doesn’t always get done. :rolleyes:
I was panicing over my to do list mainly because I couldn’t find it (I moved desks last week and tidied everything away for the big move - I am a reeeeal good tidier apparently) and couldn’t find my “To Do List” notebook as opposed to my “General Notes” Notebook
My 85 item to do is is not longer 85 items which is great! I even managed to send off my account info relating to my moving insurance claim for the payment I am owed (7 months of wrangling it took!)
Plus I’d like to point out that cat owners aren’t exempt from gross bodily excretions. Hairballs and litterboxes and cat hork are just some of the wondrous experiences that comes along with kitties.
Not to mention that Ariel the Wondercat went through a year-long phase of peeing on beds, couches, floors and boyfriends on a daily basis before I figured out what was pissing her off (in the most literal sense of the phrase).
BooFae, please send sample pints of both beerverages ASAP. kthx.
Ain’t GPSes a wonderful thing, Spaz? We borrowed one for our trip in May, and I’m pretty sure it saved our relationship a couple of times.
So we’ve finally got ourselves a genuine bona-fide rainy day. YAY! The downside is that I’m pretty much soaked through from the walk back to the office (Boss Guy, Borrowed Guy and I went for some breakfast this morning because it’s Borrowed’s last day)… but I don’t mind because it’s about bloody time we got ourselves a right proper downpour.
Yes, but again, you can lock them in a spare room or the basement (assuming you have one or the other) during such a phase. Locking your kid in the basement is generally frowned upon.
The gross bodily fluids issues with cats, too, are generally confined to your house. You don’t have issues with them pooping, peeing, or puking on you in public, on a plane, or in a pool. (Sorry… needed another “p” to go with the alliteration.) Except when KT’s old cat was starting to get sick, and I tried to take her to the vet by myself for the first time. KT said he’d had better luck just carrying her on a leash rather than putting her in a carrier. Except she knew him really well and didn’t know me all that well. So I carried her downstairs and out the door on the leash, at which point she peed all over me and all over the (outdoor, fortunately) apartment steps. That was lovely. She went in the carrier after that.
Wanna hear something funny? This past week Complicated Ex-Roommate married the tramp he cheated on me with and he thinks I don’t know. Seriously, how dumb is this guy?
Spaz, it’s a guy thing… well, a DUMB guy thing, anyway.
Apparently, your feelings won’t be hurt if they don’t tell you about it and pretend it didn’t happen and act like everything is hunky dory… because letting you find out a week later from a third party is a much better way to go about it.
(actually, it’s not even just boys who do that… my sister pulled a similar stunt when she decided to go wedding dress shopping with That Woman Who Married My Father and thought that my mother wouldn’t figure it out. Yes, that’s the totally mature and reasonable approach to these things.)
On the bright side, at least he’s just Ex-Roommate now.
LiLi, isn’t there a good chance you’ll spend the next few months feeling sick to your stomach as it is?.. no need to rush it by waxing poetic on various noxious substances excreted by children and pets, ya know.
Evening all. The last 24 hours have been blissfully free of projectile poo, but otherwise exhausting. Who knew a 2 year old could go 14 hours during the day without sleep and still be screaming, “NO, DON’T WANNA GO SLEEPING” come bedtime?
It is nice to hear other people’s public shit stories though! (Is that what you might call a shit-eating grin???)
BooFae, my old flatmate had a full female cat that used to go berserk every time she came in season, particularly as she could hear all the street toms prowling round outside, mrowling at her! My husband (then fiance) used to love tapping the cat on the bum with a rolled-up newspaper and laugh at her “assuming the position”! There’s another thing that humans don’t (or certainly shouldn’t) do!
Yes. My cat will never, ever learn to NOT wake me up at 0500. Hence, my cat gets put in the basement at night (when I remember). My kids did wake me up at 0500 but after about 3 years, stopped. Also, my kids don’t vomit on the floor, pee on the floor or need to brushed by me (anymore). They also are indifferent to when dinner is served and don’t cop an attitude if it’s say 15 minutes late.
My cat has not ruined all that much clothing or furniture, but then he’s so fat and lazy I’m sure it’s only because he can’t be arsed, not due to some inner wonderfulness on his part…
Someone once told me that a dog is a baby that never grows up and since I have seen the truth of that, I have never wanted a dog for more than one day. I like dogs and wish them well, but no thank you. I got my cat because I wanted a more “aloof” pet. It is to laugh. This cat follows me around, meows at me constantly and get under my feet while I’m making dinner. At least I don’t have to walk him.
That said, the kids love the cat and “play” with him (as much as he can be said to play). He gets tons of attention. He only wants MY attention. Plus, he’ll never visit me in the nursing home, so really, what good is he? :dubious:
I am so getting fish when the cat dies.
Home. Training is done and we got to write a critique. I was honest, but not mean. Because I’m a professional, dammit!
The kids are in Baltimore today and won’t get home till late. The dryer guy is due, theoretically, within the hour. I think I’m going to go play in clay for a while.
While it’s true that fish don’t poop, pee, or puke on you, they take a whole lotta work with no cuddling/cuteness in return. Nope, I’m still sticking with cats.
I’m going to make that tarragon polenta chicken pot pie again for dinner. 'Cause it was good.
And if I have time (hah!) some chocolate gingerbread.
Welcome home, Vundy! We’d say we missed you, but really, it’s like you never even left us at all.
swampus, I can do you one better. The Boy already came housebroken, so I never had to wait for him to outgrow all that stuff. (There is the small matter of his habit of leaving the contents of his pockets all over the dining room table, but I’ll train him out of that eventually… as soon as he trains me out of my habit of leaving stray socks all over the house).
Time for home. There’s a bottle of shiraz in the fridge that’s calling my name.
Dryer guy has come and gone. We’ve got a bad board - so the other tech was a liar liar pants on fire. I’m going to write a letter to the first place, but I don’t expect to get my $74.50 back. And I made the right decision with Sears to buy the annual service contract - this call and part will more than make up for the almost $200 charge. Yay!
I’m gonna finish my PB&J, then go back to my studio to make more cat heads. I already made 4 bodies and 1 head. If I have the energy, I’ll make some feet, too.
Cat production commenceth.
Welcome back, **Bobbio **- didja bring us presents?!?
Oh, and now that they are too old to send me to the clinker for child abuse, I will admit to hosing down the children a time or two as well.
