My life in a hair?

This is a hair that either fell out of my head or I pulled it (I can pull hair out when I'm anxious). I'm sure noone finds it as fascinating as me, but part of my life story is in that hair. Half of it is brown. Half of it is grey. In the middle is some sputterings of what color should I be... - kinda zebra striped.

Tune in tomorrow. Maybe I'll share some toenail clippings.

5 lb block of scrapple

My sister asked me to buy this. You buy 4 lbs and you get one free, and who can pass that up when it comes to scrapple? UGH. I had to cut it up into pieces to freeze it, so I actually had to touch it.


I would label this post under food, but can't quite get myself to do that.

Twitter Tuesday - good thing I keep my mouth shut

Talking on the phone with a transgendered person (my tech person who used to be a guy), and eating nuts. Thought of, but refrained from asking, would you like some nuts?

Fickleness of children redux

So, I was talking with my friend, Cutiepie's mom, this morning getting some advice/sympathy, and to make me feel better she tells me a story. Seems she and her husband were going out and leaving Cutiepie with a babysitter they'd used before, Jacqueline. Cutiepie got mad and upset, sat on the floor, and said no, she wanted Pam. Unfortunately I'm not close enough to babysit, or I would. Anything to stay in her mind.

Cats

So, I got approved from the second agency to adopt, but the three that I was interested in, one got adopted, and the other two they think are not appropriate for me (ie, one likes to bolt out the doors, so they want to place her in an apartment building). This agency does a good job of describing the cats and finding good homes for them. It's kind of odd because I'm sort of of the mindset that I shouldn't fight someone else for a cat since that means it has a home, but I have to think of Billy and myself too. So, it's weird. The photo is of Sweetie, who sounds ideal, but she has another application too. And not sure I can go through a rollercoaster like this right now. Yet they want to place a cat with me and will keep sending me ideas. I guess I'll just tell them I need a break when I need it.

Fickleness of children

Oh how the mighty so quickly fall... From the beloved Ma to 'No Pam'. From wanting to stare out the window to see me arrive, to 'No Pam'. Good thing I've learned to not take it personally (sort of - :-) ). Thing is, how can I compete with an almost 7 year old girl who is kind and pays attention? Can't!

Spent a day with a 7 year old, 3 year old, and 2 year old. And the parents, THANKFULLY, because man, is it exhausting. Despite the fact that Cutiepie's dad is a kid magnet and knows how to play 'Los Tigres' (Tigers) over and over and be attacked by them (see below).


Yes, dear old Titi Pam was second fiddle all around. And it was great to see them playing with each other. If my back were better I would have done the smackdown much more with all of them - I managed to do it a little and it was greatly appreciated (pick them up and 'throw' them on their back in a smackdown squish wrestle move). Kids just want to be thrown around a bit and be a tiny bit scared and make a lot of noise. Do one or all of those, and you're the BEST. That's the secret. Yeah, take it from someone with no kids. :-)

Saturday Hunt - Ice

I had something better in mind, but here's the ice maker component of my fridge that I won't be using because I don't have plumbing attached to my fridge... How eggciting!

I would have added some Vanilla Ice music here, but I've done too much music recently.