All Blog Entries

Ok, next. LOL
Well, we moved into the house. I have 3 cats, 2 dogs, a rabbit, and my chickens. The cats, dogs, and rabbit are all indoor animals.
My MIL has 2 cats that she used to let roam outside when she lived in Missouri previously, but kept indoors only in Texas.
Well, about 6 weeks after moving in, I started noticing an odor. I knew what it smelled like, but couldn't figure out who or where. Yes, I knew it was cat urine. My MIL started blaming it on Georgie, my 4 ...

Am I being too sensitive?

That's a hard question to ask myself. I'm getting furious at the Mensch because he won't pick up his clothes or complains when he has to do dishes. But this is nothing new.

I want to slap my youngest daughter, Lulu, who has always been difficult. She is getting cranky with me. I know she's worried about her sister and is caring for her, but I don't deserve her venom.

Tonight, I called Birdy at about 9 p.m. She didn't ...

But ... I’ve been cranky lately, and my mama tiger claws are tungsten steel and razor sharp.

For once, I have a “good” Great Facilitator and Eel story. The moment I sent out the email to let everyone know, the Eel called, very concerned, and asked if there was anything she could do to help. Good wishes, prayers, etc. She and the GF are in warmer climes at this moment, so there’s not a lot she can do. I do appreciate the good wishes, as does Birdy. The only “sour” note was when ...

I'm going to try and blog here, so that the entire world doesn't read it.

This is the story of how Birdy found out she had cancer:

Birdy worked as a waitress. Her left knee had been bothering her for several months, but like most women, she just blew it off. "Oh, it's because I'm a server and I strained it."

Then she became pregnant about 20 minutes after moving in with her boyfriend. She kept blowing off her knee pain "oh, it's because ...

I have decided that I will tell the story of my MIL in chronological order, like a journal, in case I ever need a written record of her behavior. This story is from a few year before DF and I met but I feel like I should include it because it is a good illustration of her craziness.

DF's parents split up when he was 11 years old. He had to live with his Mom because his Dad worked too much to have him full time. FFIL was supposed to get DF on the weekends but that didn't happen. Now ...