Dawn Being Inappropriate (Again)

After a long day today we decided to get a bite to eat. While waiting for the food I was telling my husband a story about one of my students. During 7th period, I tell my students that we're going to write scary stories for Halloween and one says, "Wait, didn't we do this last year?"

I say, "Yep. This time it's going to be better because now we have more tools in our mental toolbox to write."

He says, "Can't I just refine my story from last year?"

I say, "No, wait...the title escapes me, what was the title again?"

*Stares blankly*

He says, "It was called The Haunted Kumquat."


I have no idea, but I could not for the life of me stop laughing. Not just a chuckle, but a full breakdown where I actually had tears. My husband was getting uneasy, but I couldn't stop.

Then our food came, five minutes later. I had to face the wall because I couldn't stop laughing. He husband didn't get it. He says while shaking his head, "I guess I had to be there."

Years later, I stopped...and looking back now, it's still funny!

Intros and Blair Witchery...

We decided to introduce the cats to their new home this week. Let me back track a bit...we have two cats that are total opposite from one another. One is fifteen, vocal (in a good way, not annoying, well except when he's hungry to the water has been standing for more than 15 minutes), and enjoys traveling (Petco, 6 hour drives, and shenanigans). The other, Piddles-Gayle, is a total weirdo. He hates to travel and has serious co-dependency issues. I've only heard him meow for 1 thing: when he thinks he's alone/lonely (i.e. if everyone is sleeping and you go to the bathroom and god forbid close the door with him on the other side).

Anyway, we take him into the house and he tenses up immediately. He walks to the middle of the living room and begins to meow up a storm. Not meow like "Help, I'm alone"...but bloody murder meow...and non-stop. Before ASPCA comes, I go over and lay beside him to pet him. He doesn't stop. His brother on the other hand is already upstairs in the closet...plotting shenanigans.

I go to check on him and come back to no Piddles anywhere. I look and look and do not find him. After searching I find him IN the bathroom cabinet sitting Blair Witch style- with his head in the corner, not moving and refusing to respond (even no ear movement). My husband says, "Leave him, he may be too scared."

Of course I don't listen and check on him ten minutes later only to find him in the dark bathroom corner wall, sitting with his head in the corner. I take him out and set him in the middle of the kitchen and he darts to the stair and corner wall face first.

It was so weird.

Then again this is Piddles, our little enigma.

House Hunting (pt 5)

We got the keys today and are excited to take the boys ( 2 cats and 2 turtles) to see their new home! We can't wait to move in. Our search is finally over!

Our relator is so sweet. He called us to meet us there by 3pm. When he got there he gave us a gift and balloons. That was so sweet. :)

Poltergeist and a Change of Underwear

Friday I was so excited to possibly get our new house keys that I actually left school on time to stay on call. If we got the go ahead to get keys, I could leave asap and get them and surprise my husband.

I got home around 3:20pm and sat watching my phone till 4:20pm. Beyond that I have no idea what happened. I was asleep when I heard the Doors song "This is the End" playing loud. (Keep in mind we don't have any stereos plugged in) I get up and start searching for where it's coming from. I go to the dining room stereo and it's off. I'm still in a daze because apparently I dozed off and now we have a poltergeist that likes the Doors.

Scared out of my wits I sit on the bed totally freaked out and I see the computer screen on. I try to log on, but it wouldn't let me (since when?). I frantically click the mouse, but the screen remains black. I decide to show our poltergeist who's boss and turn the computer off manually.

I wait...and wait.....

I get a phone call from my husband and he says, "I've been trying to call you for the last thirty minutes! We can go get the keys! The house is officially ours! Come get me." *pause*
"Oh, and by the way, that was me that turned on music remotely to get your attention. I thought you dozed off and you weren't answering your phone."

I say, "Nice, you **&*^&, you scared the ^%^%$# out of me! You owe me a new pair of underwear!"

Hoarders (pt 2)

During our little cleaning I found more cat clothing and costumes. It must have been awhile as my youngest Piddles-Gayle can't even fit into the turtle costume I bought two years ago. That's okay, he's still growing.

House Hunting (pt 4)

We ran into a little issue. We thought we were good to go, but apparently that wasn't so. Yet again another monkey wrench was throw in. The issue is the TWO HOAs we have with the new house. I've never heard of this...

A "master" and "sub" HOA. So basically there will be two payments to two different HOAs. Silly if you ask me. This little doozy is just another issue we encountered. We're getting more and more anxious and can't wait till everything goes through.

I'm still keeping my fingers crossed and hope things run fine here on out.

Fingers crossed!

Hoarders (pt 1)

After cleaning up a bit I came to two conclusions. One, I have way too much accessories for one person and two, we are hoarders. We need to contact that show. It's actually sad because we were watching Hoarders once and I didn't think the stuff the older woman had was "junk". If you fall into one of these, you might be a fellow hoarder:

-keep clothes you know you'll never fit into (but still have a glimmer of hope...)

-have clothes, shoes, and other items in shopping bags with the tags still on (I was wondering where that went...)

-your cats have more clothes than your husband (can never have too much cat clothes..)

-have trinkets and chotchkies (aka worthless crap, actually, I found a round piece of metal with a flat bottom and round top and asked my husband, "What the heck is this?" He says, "You don't remember?" *frown* I say, "No, what is it?" He says, "It's the top of a huge nail, we picked it up when we were walking once; when we were dating." *puts it in his pocket and walks away*)

-have baby clothes (but no kids..)

-have dried roses (who knows from where, who, and when..)

-have a collection of: tin whistles, bottled sea water from various places, shells, turtle scutes, and cat fur

House Hunting (pt 3)

I think I have an ulcer. We have been going back and forth with negotiations. I feel like a ping pong ball. We've set our sights on a specific house, but the seller is playing hardball. We are in final negotiations, emotionally exhausted, and crabby.

I've been so caught up in this that I have been neglecting my kittens, husband, and myself. I actually have been so exhausted that I drop when I come home and I haven't changed my contacts in three months (gross, I know).

I know it's going to be worth it though. I keep telling Cookie he'll get his cat tower soon.

My husband is already calling dibs on a computer/junk room (great). On the bright side, I can't wait to move and actually call a house my home. My husband has been so understanding, I'm glad he has been the more level headed one.

House Hunting (Pt 2)

We finally found our house. People have been saying, "When you find your house, you'll know." We did. The moment I walked in I knew, but the big fat caveat is the seller. Apparently they are making this transaction as difficult as possible. Even our realtor says .99 percent of transactions are not like this.

Sheesh.

Anyway, it has been an emotional roller coaster. I figure that as long as the cats and turtles get their own rooms, we'll be just fine. We told the cats about the move and all I got was this response: