The mangy cat sauntered up the driveway on Wednesday evening as I pulled in after work. He looked back at me over his shoulder, paused and then kept walking.
It's the van cat. The one that James saw in the good old black van. Surprised that James hadn't scared the cat away, the scruffy thing has slept in the van for a few weeks now.
I feel bad for it and throw some dog food out on the driveway for it to find.
James comes home and I tell him that I think I'll be buying some cat food for the van cat.
"Probably a good idea."
Thus the Granthams may very well have an outdoor cat.
I put food and water in the van last night. The seat is COVERED in mangy cat hair. I'm surprised James hasn't closed up all the entry ways into the beast; there are probably too many to deal with.
I check on the cat this morning before work. He is resting on the seat, the food bowl knocked over and the water dish still intact. I sneak up on it and open the van door. He looks at me and slinks off the seat and exits from the engine compartment.
The food is eaten.
Reyde and I give him more sustenance tonight. He's drank plenty of water.
I suggest VAN CAT as the name of our new pet.
Or Vanny.
"No Mom, FUZZY."
Welcome Fuzzy the Van Cat to our world. Enjoy your new digs.
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Tuesday, June 01, 2010
Unmerciful Master
We had a guy in for an interview last month.
One of the team members asked him the question, "How would your employees describe your leadership style?"
"Unmerciful Master."
Things that make you go hmmm.
Sounds like a GREAT band name.
One of the team members asked him the question, "How would your employees describe your leadership style?"
"Unmerciful Master."
Things that make you go hmmm.
Sounds like a GREAT band name.
1 800 Pet Meds
A little bit like the post from last year, "425 2 Ply Sheets."
We had a prescription filled for Nitro at 1 800 Pet Meds. I delayed getting the refill as I figured I would have the hassle of getting the prescription filled, needing to have Nitro visit the vet, etc.
I brought the bottle in my lunch bag to remind me to call the vet. Looking at the bottle I see in the lower right hand corner that I have one refill remaining.
Woo hoo, no $300 vet appointment. We are good to go.
Looking all over the label I try to locate the phone number to call and place my order. I must have searched a good minute, constantly turning and turning the bottle.
This is ridiculous. Why wouldn't they have the number on the top like human prescriptions? Getting ready to go online and search for the number, I realize how silly this is.
Duh, 1 800 Pet Meds. The pretty large RED logo in the upper left hand corner. I personally think they ought to write the number in the small font too. You know, for those folks....
We had a prescription filled for Nitro at 1 800 Pet Meds. I delayed getting the refill as I figured I would have the hassle of getting the prescription filled, needing to have Nitro visit the vet, etc.
I brought the bottle in my lunch bag to remind me to call the vet. Looking at the bottle I see in the lower right hand corner that I have one refill remaining.
Woo hoo, no $300 vet appointment. We are good to go.
Looking all over the label I try to locate the phone number to call and place my order. I must have searched a good minute, constantly turning and turning the bottle.
This is ridiculous. Why wouldn't they have the number on the top like human prescriptions? Getting ready to go online and search for the number, I realize how silly this is.
Duh, 1 800 Pet Meds. The pretty large RED logo in the upper left hand corner. I personally think they ought to write the number in the small font too. You know, for those folks....
In Honor of Art Linkletter
A couple weeks ago James didn't get a real good night's rest. A neighbor of ours has a truck and trailer that gets parked on the side of the road from time to time. James always hears it pull up, gets out of bed, zips the blinds up (nothing slow, get those blinds up NOW,) opens the window and listens. 2am.
Yes, it's the truck and trailer. But he doesn't go back to sleep. Poor guy.
In the morning the conversation goes a bit like this:
"James, when I drove by the trailer it looked like the guy parked it pretty far onto the side of the road."
"Yeah, it's leaning pretty good into the ditch."
In the afternoon, Reyde and I are driving home. As I round the curve I see the truck and trailer on the side of the road. This is odd, it is usually gone by the time I get home. The guy is rocking the truck back and forth. Seems he got it stuck. But as I drive closer, I realize that "that guy," is my husband with our truck and race car trailer.
I roll down my window and casually say, "I'll park my car and come push."
"What good will that do?" Comment and tone said it all.
Instantly I judge the situation. We just talked about that other guy almost getting stuck. It rained and the ground is soft. I look over at our neighbors long gravel driveway next to the other neighbors long asphalt driveway. Why didn't James just park there? Well that must be a girl way of thinking.
Reyde and I get in the house, I change my shoes and walk over to "help."
James is driving the excavator along the side of the road. Chains up the front end of the truck and tells me to ease out of the ditch steering to the right.
Mind you, this is the first time I've driven the dually truck and let out the clutch. And what do you mean steer to the right? How far?
"Okay, I'll do it. "
"#$^!&@ I hope this doesn't roll over."
"James, if it does it does. No one is hurt and it can be fixed. That's what you would tell me."
I get in and move the seat so I can press the clutch down. Leaning to the right pretty far, I decide that a seat belt might be a good thing. Don't want to roll it over and find myself in the passenger seat.
Clutch release and steering to the right and we are out of the ditch. Thank God.
Now what does this all have to do with my title, "In Honor of Art Linkletter?"
Saturday morning Reyde and I head out to the race track. As we drive by the drainage ditch and see the freshly graded dirt, Reyde asks:
"Mom why did Dad go rock crawling in the creek?" I laughed out loud.
"Oh, he didn't mean to."
Yes, it's the truck and trailer. But he doesn't go back to sleep. Poor guy.
In the morning the conversation goes a bit like this:
"James, when I drove by the trailer it looked like the guy parked it pretty far onto the side of the road."
"Yeah, it's leaning pretty good into the ditch."
In the afternoon, Reyde and I are driving home. As I round the curve I see the truck and trailer on the side of the road. This is odd, it is usually gone by the time I get home. The guy is rocking the truck back and forth. Seems he got it stuck. But as I drive closer, I realize that "that guy," is my husband with our truck and race car trailer.
I roll down my window and casually say, "I'll park my car and come push."
"What good will that do?" Comment and tone said it all.
Instantly I judge the situation. We just talked about that other guy almost getting stuck. It rained and the ground is soft. I look over at our neighbors long gravel driveway next to the other neighbors long asphalt driveway. Why didn't James just park there? Well that must be a girl way of thinking.
Reyde and I get in the house, I change my shoes and walk over to "help."
James is driving the excavator along the side of the road. Chains up the front end of the truck and tells me to ease out of the ditch steering to the right.
Mind you, this is the first time I've driven the dually truck and let out the clutch. And what do you mean steer to the right? How far?
"Okay, I'll do it. "
"#$^!&@ I hope this doesn't roll over."
"James, if it does it does. No one is hurt and it can be fixed. That's what you would tell me."
I get in and move the seat so I can press the clutch down. Leaning to the right pretty far, I decide that a seat belt might be a good thing. Don't want to roll it over and find myself in the passenger seat.
Clutch release and steering to the right and we are out of the ditch. Thank God.
Now what does this all have to do with my title, "In Honor of Art Linkletter?"
Saturday morning Reyde and I head out to the race track. As we drive by the drainage ditch and see the freshly graded dirt, Reyde asks:
"Mom why did Dad go rock crawling in the creek?" I laughed out loud.
"Oh, he didn't mean to."
Thursday, January 07, 2010
A simplified explanation...
Of my new favorite subject.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hwNRd1jrE0k
A shout out to my sister's co-worker for sharing this with Amy.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hwNRd1jrE0k
A shout out to my sister's co-worker for sharing this with Amy.
Sunday, January 03, 2010
New Year, New Words
Had dinner with my in laws last night. A few of their neighbors were in as well. Certainly a different mix of people for James and I to interact with.
After dinner, we retired to the living room to visit. A variety of subjects came up. I don't know how we got to "plate tectonics," but a neighbor went on about this subject for a very long time. It's science and I started to glaze over. Absolutely no interest. And he continued on. Finally, a break in the conversation and I said, "you know my interest in science ended back in elementary school wth the litmus paper turning blue and red."
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Plate_tectonics
After dinner, we retired to the living room to visit. A variety of subjects came up. I don't know how we got to "plate tectonics," but a neighbor went on about this subject for a very long time. It's science and I started to glaze over. Absolutely no interest. And he continued on. Finally, a break in the conversation and I said, "you know my interest in science ended back in elementary school wth the litmus paper turning blue and red."
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Plate_tectonics
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