20 lbs cat

I had to take Zoey to the vet today. She had been guarding her behind and was just generally not feeling too good. So we got an appointment with the doc and she had to have her anal glands expressed, again, poor pussycat. One gland was so bad apparently that it was on the verge of being impacted. I know, I asked the same question you're thinking right now. ''Impacted? What does that mean?'' It means that if we would have waited any longer to bring her in, that anal gland would have exploded. ''Oh my god'' I say, ''What happens if it explodes?'' and the doc said that if an impacted anal gland explodes it basically makes a new hole next to the rectum. Yikes! So she's on antibiotics now, a huge pill every 12 hours for ten days, and then back in 4 weeks to check how full her anal glands are then, and then come up with some sort of schedule of expressing them regularly so they won't explode. My poor kitty cat.

Souk chic

We just bought a new area rug for our little viking to learn to crawl on, the area rug that we had (the one I crocheted) just wasn't practical for the little guy. And I must say, I LOVE our new rug, love love love it, it is fabulous. Some might say it's a ''love me or leave me'' kind of rug, but I don't care, I love it and if you don't, well tough, it's in my living room, not yours, so there.

I haven't taken a picture of it in all its glory, but here is Zoey testing it out. Bellissima.

...and stuff

I strip my pink dish washing gloves off and reach for the phone, there's a funny green light on it and it's counting, it's counted almost 20 minutes. I push ''end phone call'' and dial my husband's number. This is what was said.

My Husband: What the hell did you do with the phone?
Me: Oh my god I'm so sorry, your voice mail must have at least 20 minutes of me doing the dishes and talking to my mom and our little viking playing on the floor!
My Husband: No, the voice mail cuts the call after a few minutes, but I've been calling and calling and calling, I even tried your cellphone.
Me: Oh I didn't hear it, I was doing the dishes.
My Husband: *sigh*
Me: I'm sorry, it's not like I did it on purpose!
My Husband: I know, I'm just grumpy because I'm hungry, I still love you and stuff.
Me: I still love you and stuff as well.

Cat

I am sitting here biting my tongue trying as hard as I can not to crack up. My little viking is asleep in his bed and the baby monitor is on and I heard some weird sounds so I went in to check it out. And guess what? The cat has found a new place to sleep, underneath the crib in the drawer where I keep the extra blankets and stuff. And that weird sound I'm hearing right now... that's her, the cat, snoring! Too funny.

I hope she doesn't wake him up. Talking about Zoey, she's stopped grooming herself poor thing, some places she just couldn't reach herself and so we've been helping her with baby wipes. But now it's like she just gave up on the whole fur thing and didn't groom at all. So last Friday we took her to Groomingdales and had her shaved, she was such a good girl, stood still while they shaved her and everything. She feels so much better now and looks great, she almost looks like some sort of fancy species within the cat kingdom ;)

Fight or Flight

Me and my mom and the little viking went to WalMart yesterday to buy him a doorway jumper, that boy just loves to bounce, it's his thing. So we didn't go to the local WalMart because they don't have them there, but I saw online that they have them at the other WalMart, which is like a 20 minute drive from here. It is a more, how do I put this, ghetto/white trash/redneck WalMart than the one we have over here. Over here it's mostly students you see while shopping. At the other one you might see someone covered in tattoos wearing hot pants and a wife beater and sporting an ankle bracelet if you know what I mean. And I don't mean the jewelry type...

Anyhoo so we're shopping, buying stuff, and they had the jumper I wanted for my viking, and we're making our way toward the registers and we hear a commotion, loud voices and people are clearly arguing about something. At this, my instincts told me to back off, retreat, to take my mother and my baby and hide in an aisle no one goes to, the health food section. Of course the brawl was over before I could find the health food section, and it was no big deal apparently because I saw the employees smiling afterwards. Probably something silly like people fighting over the last pineapple (are you a fan of awesome flavor? kudos to you if you get that quote). But what struck me was that while I was all in ''run away'' mode, people at this particular store were in ''must see what's going on'' mode. This one guy practically ran past us with his cart, trying to catch a glimpse of what was going on, his hair blowing in the wind.

That's what we get for shopping in the hillbillier WalMart I suppose.

Mah baby brudder

It's my baby brother's birthday today, he is 24 years old today. How can that be, that must mean that I'm 28 years old? Stupid math.

My brother is such a cutie pie, when he was little he used to have hair so blond that it was white, and he tanned so easily, and still does. He has the most adorable puppy eyes and still to this day is not afraid of using them to his advantage, you just can't say no to him when he flashes that look and bats those lashes. And I can't write just cute stuff about him on his birthday, I have to add something embarrassing, like he went through a stage I believe all boys go through where he definitely preferred running around the house naked from the waist down, such a boy!

So Happy Birthday little brother, I hope your day is good, I miss you terribly, why do you live so far away from me, hmmmm, oh right, I guess I was the one that moved away, but still, you could just move closer or something, mmmkay!

A playah through and through ;)