Cat Pee

Wouldn't you agree that all good days start with cat pee. LOL ....I hope my day gets better.

I was cleaning the litter box this morning before I took the garbage out when both my cats came into the room and sniffed the litter box. They also both tried to get in...which is frustrating for me cuz I am trying to clean it. I push them away and to my surprise I turned around 20 seconds later to see Tigger peeing on the floor!!! I would have expected her to be a little more persuasive about getting into the litter box, like at least a little meow or something, if she had to pee that bad. At least it was on cement, which means the clean up was not a big deal and neither of them stepped in it. *sigh*

This event made me 10 minutes late for work. But at least I have fairly flexible hours so I will just stay 10 minutes later at the end of the day.

Surprisingly I am not frustrated or angry or upset, I am actually laughing as I write this. Maybe because two of my friends have had worse experiences with my cats and their bodily functions. Eh Marian and Courtney....?....ha ha!

My Childhood

I thought some of you might find these funny. Me and my little sister have been laughing all evening while reading through some of my old journals from Grade 1 and 2. I will type the entries out exactly as they are written. Enjoy.

Mon., Sept 14, 1992

I hath to bruthers
I am the big sister
Wee hath one cat.


Thurs., Nov. 5, 1992

a long time a go my
bruther pooshed me
aganste the dish wosher.
I cut my self.
lucly it was not
bleeding. I woned a bondade. But my mom
said "NO." But it
hert. But I still
cood not get one.
the end.

April 1992

a cat slept in a
dogs slepting plas
the dog shrast the
cat up the shree
and away the cat got


I have A Little Brother
By BreAnn Schmidt

I have a little brother
He snores when he sleeps
He has lots of baddreams
he colls mom asleep.
I have another brother
He pinches and he
scraches and I
like my brothers
because there so
sweet.


Mon May 11 1992

wunts there livd a tercee
it was thaks giving
and he was a fat tercee
he noo that he was
goona be etin bi
peepl and then the boocher
he was skered be kus
he cood heere the gerinder
going and he was eeten
good by tercee good by.


Ha ha, I thought the last poem was very appropriate since I am home with my family for thanksgiving and we will be eating turkey...... good bye turkey good bye!

Uneventful

Well, I haven't blogged in a little while, but not too much interesting has been going on. I had kind of a rough week last week. Today is Monday and I am going to make sure this week is better :)

Last week many many things were frustrating me, and especially last Wednesday it felt like everything was just piling up and I couldn't get rid of it.

But this week I am going 'home'. If I consider Stettler, where I have never lived, never gone to school, don't know anyone except my family 'home'. sigh. I hate being asked questions like Where are you from? or Where is home? I honestly don't have an answer. I guess 'home' is wherever my parents are, but I am from all over. People in small towns don't understand this. It is strange for me.

Anyways, I can't wait to go home for Thanksgiving. I can't wait for Turkey dinner and we might even be going to Bodyworld in Edmonton! And that is the closest I am ever going to get to a Cadaver Lab, which I think that EMTs should get to do, but we don't.

One funny thing that happened to me last week, was I lit one of my oven mitts on fire! I have been cooking on my own for 5 years and this is the first time I have ever lit anything on fire. So I figure that is pretty good.

Wow, I have typed a whole blog without talking about my cats...that pretty amazing. HA HA