Defining “Crazy Busy”

I’m a slacker.  So be it.  However, I’m actually finding that this year has left me with very little time in which to slack!  Or surf the internets.  Meh.

Start with manual field labor through the Spring.

Now, add a smidge of Anatomy and Physiology for the Summer.

Rat Boy finished 10th grade and is headed on to 11th!.  Throw some driver’s ed into the mix (someone hold me, please).

We’re currently working with an architect on plans for the Little House on the Bayou, which by the way, has to be erected on 12 foot tall pilings, due to being only 6 feet above sea level and in the FEMA flood zone (go figure). Multiply projected costs by 1 billion…

A daily round of routine chores and errands for the pot (no, those don’t magically do themselves, and my good faeries seem to be on strike).

Finish the day with a dose of fun family fitness at the “Y”. I’ve started with the spinning classes, which are fun, but simultaneously kick my butt.  On the other hand, it seems a bit smaller and firmer, so perhaps a kick was needed!

Creep thankfully into bed around midnight, after Hubby leaves for work.  Rinse and repeat at 0600.  😦

I’m posting today (yes, I already mentioned I’m a slacker) because I’m sick of studying, and yet, here I sit at the computer.  I also thought it would be good to let the peeps know I haven’t food poisoned myself.  Yet.  It could happen any day, though. Cooking with only one eye open can get a bit risky.  😛

I did set a pot holder on fire recently.  DO make sure to turn off the burners on your electric stove BEFORE setting cloth items on the stovetop!  That was possibly the most exciting moment I’ve had in the kitchen all year.

So, here’s some advice for the menfolk on handling stressed out females.  Sure hope Hubby finds the time to read this one.  I think it applies to every day of the month!

Wine is GOOD.  🙂

Learn it.  Live it.

That is all.

Caturday Funneh

How to give a cat a pill:

Pick up cat and cradle it in the crook of your elbow as though you were going to give a bottle to a baby. Talk softly to it. Sit on the sofa.
With right hand, position right forefinger and thumb on either side of cat’s mouth and gently apply pressure to cheeks while holding pill in right hand. Be patient.  As cat opens mouth pop pill into mouth. Allow cat to close mouth and swallow.  Let go of cat.
Pick the pill up off the floor and go get the cat from behind sofa.

Cradle cat in left arm and repeat process. Sit on floor in kitchen, wrap arm around cat as before, drop pill in mouth.

Retrieve cat from bedroom, and throw soggy pill away.

Take new pill from foil wrap, cradle cat in left arm holding rear paws tightly with left hand. Force jaws open and push pill to back of mouth with right forefinger. Hold mouth shut for a count of  ten.
Retrieve pill from goldfish bowl and cat from top of closet. Call spouse from backyard. Kneel on floor with cat wedged firmly between knees, hold front and rear paws. Ignore low growls emitted by cat. Get spouse to hold head firmly with one hand while forcing wooden ruler into cat’s mouth. Slide pill down ruler and rub cat’s throat vigorously.
Retrieve cat from curtain rod, get another pill from foil wrap. Make note to buy new ruler and repair curtains. Carefully sweep shattered Doulton figures from hearth and set to one side for gluing later.
Get spouse to lie on cat with head just visible from below armpit. Put pill in end of drinking straw, force mouth open with pencil and blow down drinking straw.
Check label to make sure pill not harmful to humans, drink glass of water to take taste away. Apply Band-Aid to spouse’s forearm and remove blood from carpet.
Retrieve cat from neighbor’s shed. Get another pill. Place cat in cupboard and close door onto neck to leave head showing. Force mouth open with dessert spoon. Flick pill down throat with rubber band.
Fetch screwdriver from garage and put cupboard door back on hinges. Apply cold compress to cheek and check records for date of last tetanus shot. Throw T-shirt away and fetch new one from bedroom.
Call fire department to get cat from neighbor’s tree.  Tie cat’s front paws to rear paws with garden twine and bind tightly to leg of dining table, find heavy duty pruning gloves from shed, force cat’s mouth open with small spanner. Push pill into mouth followed by large piece of fillet steak. Hold head vertically and pour one cup of water down throat to wash pill down.
Get spouse to drive you to the emergency room, sit quietly while doctor stitches fingers and forearm and removes pill remnants from right eye. Call at furniture shop on way home to order new table.
Get last pill from foil packet. Go into bathroom and get a fluffy towel. Stay in the bathroom with the cat, and close the door.

Sit on bathroom floor, wrap towel around kitty, leaving only his head exposed. Cradle kitty in the crook of your arm, and pick up pill off of counter.

Retrieve cat from top of shower door (you didn’t know that cats can jump 5 feet straight up in the air, did you?), and wrap towel around it a little tighter, making sure its paws can’t come out this time. With fingers at either side of its jaw, pry it open and pop pill into mouth. Quickly close mouth (his, not yours).
Sit on floor with cat in your lap, stroking it under the chin and talking gently to it for at least a half hour, while the pill dissolves.
Unwrap towel, open bathroom door. Wash off scratches in warm soapy water, apply antibiotic creme, comb your hair, and go find something to occupy your time for 7-1/2 hours a LARGE glass of wine.

While finishing the bottle, call vet and arrange daily visits for cat medication.

Caturday is Here Again!

At least this morning I am awake enough to spell.  I think.


Must be some nice city folks.

I’m off to yoga.  Enjoy your Caturday!

Milestones

Meet my childhood nemesis.  The hula hoop.

I dreaded my interactions with the hoop, as I could NOT hula!  I tried countless times, and failed.  😦  Oh, I could get it going around an arm or leg, but around my muscle-less middle, it was hopeless.  The craze passed, eventually, and I heaved a sigh of relief.

Like all things retro, the hoop is back.  Yesterday in my Pilates class, Luna, our awesome beacon of light and inspiration to all feminine strength (she is amazing on the pole as well), spoke the dreaded words, “Everybody grab a hoop”.  So I did.  Feelings of inferiority that I thought had passed at 12 resurfaced, baring nasty thought of EPIC FAIL IN PUBLIC!

Not being one to just give up, I thought, “Who knows?  Maybe my body has gained some inner knowledge in the passing years…” yeah, right.  😛

But I did it!  For the first time evah!  I am a hula hooping goddess!  Ok, so maybe not a goddess yet, but I was amazed!!!  My childhood fail was washed away, and I emerged victorious over the hoop.

This is the new generation of hula…fitness!  Watch out world, I think I’ve developed stomach muscles.  This is next!  😛