Crazy Cat Lady

Meet Rumor! (Pictured here)

 Rumor is about five or six months of age. (I’m Guessing) She is a loveable, sociable, normal run of the mill cat. Her only difference is that she is a stray. I believe (due to the fact she is so sociable) that she once had a home, a loving home too. Your typical … we want a kitten, we got a kitten, Oh how cute, It’s getting older, More work involved, Not as cute as before, Okay we are done, this is old, lets drop her off somewhere situation.

When she found her way to me she was skin and bones. You could literally make out every rib. Her hips were protruding so badly that it made her look as though her sides were caved in. She resembled death. Or looked to be on the verge of it. Between the open sores oozing green pus and the lack of nutrients. If I didn’t help. She would die. I just unfortunately went through the death of a cat on my watch. (Some asshole thinks that it’s okay to shoot cats) I was not about to do it again!

I suckered her close with promises of a nice slice of cold turkey. Surprised at how quickly she came. The moment she took that bite, I think her decision was made. This (as in my porch) was home. I don’t mean to do this. (Collect) so many stray animals. But I can’t turn an animal in need away. I used to categorize myself as a dog lover! Turns out … I’m that crazy cat lady! Funny thing … I am allergic to them! It starts off as a mission to save them, they need food and water and once they are healthy they will be fine! But they choose to never leave.

Ya’know … I do not understand people! I do not see how they can be so careless with a life. Regardless of whether it’s an animal or a person. If you buy a kitten, dog, etc. or just inherit one … It is up to you to make sure it has what it needs to survive. To get the thing neutered so that it’s not continuing to over populate a world of already over many animals still searching for homes of their own! Seriously pisses me off when someone gets and animal then decides they didn’t want that sort of responsibility after all, so out into the world they go to fend for themselves! That’s bullshit!

Either way … that is my rant for today, along with an introductory to the newest member of the family. (At least until I can find it a home)

Hoping you are all having a wonderful day … got an animal? Show it some love! If you see an animal who needs a little help, lend a hand! xxDee

Okay! I admit it, I almost peed a little!

I stand corrected!

Do you guys remember me complaining a few posts back about not having any new, scare the pants off of you horror flicks lately? How I have been disappointed and let down? Well … I take that back!

I just recently watched “The evil dead -2013 version”

Seriously A Holy moly, I’m really freaked out, hide my head under the covers … plug my ears and scream out “Tell me when it’s over!” like moment! I watched this two weeks ago and I am still having nightmares! I can’t even have the commercials come on without me scrambling to find the remote to quick change it, because now just a tiny portion invokes a panic attack.

I feel like a total ninny. This movie hits home on quite a few of my fears.

First there is the natural fear that we all have … *the fear of the unknown* Stricken by the curiosity that follows. (Which is why I wanted to see the movie.) The fear of the unknown in this flick, is the unseen deities, the possibilities of another dimension existing and its ability to find loopholes to break through.

Then there is my extreme fear (I am afraid of looking at people who appear to be themselves but are not who now look back) this includes, zombies, possessed people, hypnotized people, dementia and Alzheimer's suffers, clowns and mask wearing people, mimes, etc.)

I think this fear stems from a childhood games my older sister would play on me. She would look at me with this blank face and say “I’m not your sister Diane!” “I ate your sister!” Then she would lunge at me immediately provoking fear. Clowns, mimes, mask wearers I believe has something to do with our natural ability to determine whether or not someone is a threat. And I quote a YouTube video I watched recently uploaded by Vsauce – called Why are things creepy *It is definitely worth a watch*Why are things creepy I’m a huge fan! But we as a species tend to gage the expressions on others to decide if they are ok or not. You can’t tell if a mask is covering a person’s face … or make up makes them always smile. For all we know the mask that’s smiling sweetly in our direction is hiding a serial killer scowl! And that creepy non stop smiling clown just might have arsenic in that spray flower.

My fear of people with dementia and Alzheimer’s is from the fear of being lost. It’s the realization of just how fragile we *our minds* truly are.  

Bottom line … I was wrong. I seriously thought, there is nothing new (grant you this is a remake) nothing worth watching. All the scary movies disappoint at the end.

But I finally found one that scared the Bajeezus out of me! Unfortunately scarred me for life, and I am pretty sure this is one that I will not be watching again. Not because it’s not worth it. But because I am a freaking wuss puss!

I recommend it to anyone looking for something a little creepy! And while I am recommending movies worth watching. “6 souls with Julianne Moore and Johnathon surprised me!” It’s another *looks like it might not be that great, holy wow it was type finds* Enjoy!

Anyone out there have any movie choices worth seeing? Even if they go along with “The evil dead” Im game! Let me know.

Hope everyone is having a wonderful day! xxDee

Salivating goodness! My new favorite dish

Ever go to a restaurant “Say: Olive Garden” And think … I really would like to try something new? Then look at the prices and think … Eh? For those prices, I am unsure if I want to order it. What if I hate it? I don’t want to pay fourteen bucks for something that might literally make me gag!

Rest assured. According to My server of the night (Christopher) if I didn’t like it … We could start over. They were not going to force me to finish eating something I simply didn’t like after telling him I didn’t want to pay those prices for crap. Because the last time I was here … I ordered their new “Peach chicken” and was … Well, let’s just say I was less than impressed. Not hungry enough to order my normal tour of Italy I was in the mood for something new. Very interested in their apricot chicken “New” on their list, but nervous that it would be just as bad as the peach.

I stand corrected!

Through a little persuasion from chis, and his *Stand by this one attitude* I gave in. Forked out the bucks and waited patiently through toasted ravioli, mozzarella sticks and salad to see if I had in fact made a mistake.

I knew that they would fix it, we would find something that I did in fact like. But I didn’t know if I really wanted to wait for a whole other meal to be created why my family sat there waiting.

It was absolutely amazing! I do not know if it was the mixture of asparagus and broccoli juices intertwining with the apricot and I believe the seasoning Thyme, but it was mouth wateringly good! I highly recommend it!

Moral of the story?

Sometimes, it’s actually a good thing to set forth in the world and try something new. Be it ballroom dancing or something as simple as the meal you order at one of your favorite restaurants!

Also … That Olive garden really is one of those places that go out of their way to make sure that you are happy with your visit. If you don’t like it! They will fix it! “For all those picky eater kin of mine out there”

Try it! It’s delicious. Honestly I have been day dreaming about eating this again ever since!
BUT I AM ALWAYS ON THE LOOK OUT ... for something more delicious. What are some of your guys favorites?

Thanks for reading you guys! Hoping you all are having a great weekend! xxDee

Murder Mayhem

Omg! I’m a murderer!

I was on location, doing a boudoir shoot with a lovely girl named Sharita. After I was done shooting her, she showed me to her garden. I have never been more envious than at that moment. As she proudly showed me tiny green tomatoes just beginning to bud. Sunflowers that would rise tall, lettuce, watermelon … and various others she had planted that were all doing lovely.  

You know how people get “The acting bug”? Well … There is very much something called “The gardening bug” to and I was just bitten. Hard!  

The whole drive home all I could think about was seeds. (I have never planted and grown anything) Minus the lima bean project in school – That died! Even though I had never journeyed down this path. I just knew that it was going to be awesome!

With visions of cooking supper and wanting a fresh salad and simply walking into my lush garden full of lettuce, tomato, peppers and everything else I wanted to add in growing more vividly in my head as the drive home progressed. I was hooked. I wanted to garden and I wanted to start now!

Sharita had already given me the basics. I just needed stuff now! I rushed to my nearest family dollar. Grabbed soil, seeds, pots and a water sprayer that ended up not even working. Went home and immediately went to planting.

To my surprise, amusement and joy … It didn’t take long to see growth. The tomatoes and peas were quick to show their lovely green leaves! The pumpkin showed thick luscious leaves about 8 days after planting it. I was in gardeners’ heaven! I had planted something, and it really grew! I don’t know if I thought that my seeds would be as obstinate as my children and simply choose to ignore their nature and stay underground. But I was beyond excited that it worked. For me!

Happily content I set onto one of my newfound addictions “Pinterest” This mind you, is where it all started to go downhill!

I was looking for tips. Gardening tips. I knew that eventually I would have to replant my little babies to a bigger place and needed some ideas on how to do it.

And there it was … staring me straight through the phone. Reuse and repurpose! And I had just the thing! (Old end tables – The kind that have lids that open so you can stuff things in!) They were just collecting dust in the garage. I B-lined it to the garage, grabbed a hammer and knocked the lids clear off. Okay, so it took a couple of whacks! Carried them outside … (Nick had told me they wouldn’t last more than a year because of rain and stuff *these were pressboard time* so I grabbed trash bags and lined the inside) *That, Was one of my biggest mistakes!) Filled them with soil and rehomed my babies. Go figured the sky would choose to open up nonstop this week!

At first … things were fine. The pea Plant thrived. It got so pretty with its filling out leaves (Pictured above) the tomato plants did too! Then … there was no break in the rain. It rained hard, thick and heavy. Sigh ……….. (Note) If you want to use something like end tables etc. Please do the one step I didn’t! Drill tiny holes in the bottom of the planter for the water to drain!

It was death by drowning.

When there was a break in the down pour, I rushed out … grabbed about six of the plants that were not quite dead and replaced them back into their original planters. (Another mistake) Taking plants that are used to the warmth into a house you keep rather cool, not such a good idea either!

I guess this blog can serve as a sad rant … I killed all my babies, to a, what not to do in gardening blog. Anyone out there have any success with gardening? I could really use some tried and true, fool proof ways.

Someday! I will have a lush garden that I can just waltz into when I want a salad!

 

If you happened by this blog, I hope you enjoyed it. I hope that it helps you in the future or today and that your day today and all days after are no less than good J Thanks for reading xxDee

Damn! It was a dream.

Close your eyes. Imagine a dark, quiet, undisturbed night … People lying in their beds, sound asleep, peacefully resting. You see it? Well … That was not my house. At least not around 11:48. It looked more like this a crazy acid induced remake of arachnophobia with John Goodman.

A giant black spider … 

I had been lying on my stomach like normal, opened my eyes and as my vision came into focus, there it was! Crawling merrily from my nightstand up over the box of half eaten chocolate raisins next to the watered down tea. I sat strait up, slapped nick awake and pointed to the source of my fear!

When I think of spiders … The sweet adoring vision of charlotte’s web does not pop into mind. It’s more like the giant spiders of harry potter that will eat you alive! Even if they aren’t really bigger than a half dollar.

As wonderful as he is, and as unbelieving … Nick indulged me. Trying his best to calm my fear, that nothing was really there … that I was in fact dreaming it.

He searched the whole place … NOTHING!

Still didn’t believe him … I grabbed my trusty flashlight and began my own investigation. Shielding my hand with a black tank top. Figured, if it’s a black widow … It would have a hard time biting through that. Didn’t care about proper manners. I smashed everything on top of my nightstand onto the floor. (After) Having moved the tea glass and chocolates. Nothing! Absolutely nothing was there.  I climbed into bed, still somewhat afraid that the monster of all evil spiders at some point was going to crawl across my face. Then confusion hit. And I started to think, maybe Nick was right. “What was I doing up?” I asked him … Followed by “Do you even know what I was doing before all that?” Maybe I was dreaming it.

This night led me to my Friday … and for the reason I did not post yesterday.

Friday, I woke up with a mission. I was going to clean every single nook and cranny. Every corner, every crevice. I was going to find that spider! I wasn’t crazy … I couldn’t have possibly dreamed it. I was going to make sure that next time, no spider could hide. I was going to be able to find and smash it! (Sorry to all those spider lovers out there- I know they are great. Love them too … they eat the bad spiders, but I love them better outside, and my crazy ass is too scared to pick them up with something and put them out.)

Needless to say … My room was a mess. Under the bed alone could have happily housed an army of spiders. (Found a ton of stuff I forgot I had though) but no spider. I am guessing that maybe just maybe my husband was right on this one.

He won twice this night … that I have to admit I was dreaming after insisting that there was no way possible that was just a dream. And now he has a new way to get me to clean. “Dee, I saw a spider in there!” “Where?” “I don’t know, I didn’t see where it went!” Voila … instantly DE cluttered!

Damn spiders!

If you happened by this blog, I hope you enjoyed it. I hope that it helps you in the future or today and that your day today and all days after are no less than good :) Thanks for reading xxDee

PS. The picture I took is courtesy of my daughter Brittany’s fake spider! That kid puts that thing in my drawers, in my microwave, in my drink … Gets me every time. Damn spiders!

Throw back Thursday (Killer Summer Days)

My favorite thing about summer (Other than the obvious sleeping in because I do not have to get the girls up for school.) Is that I have time to do fun things with my girls. It's no longer all about math or science projects but more about us just hanging out and having fun.

One of our favorite things to do is make short films! The above picture is a movie still from our short movie project "Creepy Mime Killer Flick" aka why the title of this blog is *Killer summer days.*

You can see that short film we made here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nGXIibvqnM0&feature=c4-overview&list=UU7m3PJMKNfNUKHJtpbwdaNg

There are plenty others to peek around at if you are curious.

 It’s not too far of a throw back, but back enough that I wanted to re-watch it myself. Hence why I am sharing.

 I guess I should also mention that we tend to come across as your modern day "Adams family" type family. We are all a bunch of *scare the heck out of me, make me fear for my life, the more blood the better, scare fanatics!* my husband Nicholas's and mines very first movie bought together was (The exorcist.) If that tells you anything. We are just who we are, I wish we were one of those sweet, here are your cookies, everything is in its proper place type people ... But then again. We sort of are, just throw in a bucket or two of home made blood sitting in the fridge and our love to scare people and maybe take away the things being in their proper place in, and that's us!

Saying that (Rant time.) I am seriously getting disappointed in today’s movies! Nothing is scary anymore. Things are either too cheesy, or have been done so many times you can guess the plot before you are half way there. Nothing is new! Nothing is terrifying. Sure, we enjoy the grotesque bloody gore of it, but there is no substance. Even *Mama* was a letdown. Creepily fantastic with a hint of “Finally something that might just make me leave the light on” but the end just sort of ruined it.

Does anyone out there have any suggestions of something truly scary? Also why I am asking for a little help, anyone have suggestions of a new short flick. Doesn’t have to be creepy (That’s just our thing.) We tried to be funny once … turns out, we aren’t very funny. J  I have an upcoming sleep over. *12 girls-ages ranging from 6 to 14* (Yes I must be crazy) and they all want to do another short film.

Racking my brain … I haven’t a clue on what to do. Suggestions would be a load of help.

 

If you happened by this blog, I hope you enjoyed it. I hope that it helps you in the future or today and that your day today and all days after are no less than good J Thanks for reading xxDee

 

Mishap Madness

 

Tried my hand at making homemade smoothies. I was watching one of my all-time favorite beauty bloggers *Misschievous* during one of her summer fit blogs and she was making smoothies. Thought to myself … “Ya’know, I think I would like to make my own smoothies too.”  I mean, how hard could it be? You throw some stuff in a blender and blend.

So … I put in a little of this, a little of that and a more than a hint of something extra. It wasn’t until I was standing in line at the grocery shop, that I had learned the error of my ways.

I had been having stomach issues and was told that adding fiber would do the trick. Metamucil was recommended. Fresh out, I opted for an alternative. The next best thing and the only thing in my cabinet, good old exlax. “They are pretty much the same thing right?”

I learned just how wrong my choice to improvise had been … and even more ridiculously stupid the decision to ignore the directions on the bottle and add slightly more than the recommended dose really was as I stood there, next in line, after having already waited a good fifteen minutes with next to seven maybe more people in line behind me when a sudden sense of urgency hit home.

Stubbornly I stood in my place not wanting to start my place over in the line wait. Especially in a jammed pack store with only two register lanes open.

I’m one of those girls who will NEVER openly admit and say out loud that “Everybody poops.” You’ll never get confirmation of that voiced out. However, in the foggy veil of the false sense of security being behind a computer screen lends, It’s a lot easier to choke out in writing.

Having said that, you’ll now more clearly understand my embarrassment when I tell you that … Through shallow breathing, a sweat stained brow and a very nervous look flashed across my face, I began dodging the concerned glances from my husband. Not to mention the funny looks I received as I walked slower than normal as I did the clenched butt cheek walk of shame all the way back to the car.

That is how stubborn I am about this situation. I could have, but wouldn’t excuse myself to the bathroom. Reason 1: Because going to the bathroom in public is already awkward. “Why does everything seem to echo so much louder in a public restroom?” It’s as if the world suddenly decide to hush at once. Going more than pee in an already uncomfortable situation strikes the pit of fear of public humiliation right down to my very core.

Seriously L Visions of people rushing out in hysterics, loudly expressing their disdain for the grossness going down in the bathroom to anyone and everyone who will listen … Followed by me and my less than graceful exit confronted and trapped in place by crowds of people pointing and laughing pops into mind. I just can’t do that in public.

And the second reason for choosing not to go is “The husband.” He always and I do mean always says … “Gotta poop huh?” In some form or another when I mention I have to go to the bathroom. Only this time he would know I was lying if I said no. And then I would have to admit out loud that “Yes.” As gross as it is … Girls do.  It was a defeat I wasn’t willing to face.

So … With ass cheeks cleaned tight – I suffered through the bumpy road home. A very bumpy, twenty minute ride. Rudely ignored my duty in helping unload the groceries. I B-lined it straight to the bathroom. 

Bottom line of the story?

1.       Do not ignore recommended doses (There are there for a reason)

2.       Only improvise smoothie ingredients when if they are food or milk/juice related

3.       Exlax really works … I mean REALLY WORKS (for those who might have need)

I do not plan on having this mess up again. I have sincerely learned my lesson. However I am in full addiction mode when it comes to smoothing making. So far I haven’t made the best tasting I got to try this again smoothies. They are decent, but nothing I would want over and over. Anyone out there? Who might have come across this blog have any good smoothie recipes? I would love to try some tried and true “This is delicious.” Smoothies.

If you happened by this blog, I hope you enjoyed it. I hope that it helps you in the future or today and that your day today and all days after are no less than good  :) Thanks for reading xxDee

 

Step away from the handcuffs ... ( A parenting tip)

 

 

    Ever have one of those days (You know) The pull your hair out and scream at the wall days ... If you happen to hear the consistent screaming of "I hate you’s, You are not my best friend, I wish you weren't my sister/brother, etc. followed by a whirlwind of back to back "Mom she hit me, she took my toy, she scratched me, well you kicked me" type tirade remarks ONE MORE TIME! 

 

Well, that nifty little picture you see on the side there, was a result of one of those days.

 

After what seemed to be an eternity of what I just mentioned above, I was finally reaching that point of no return mom level (The I'm about to totally lose my shit level)

 

Slowing morphing from the level headed, sweet, here are your cookies type mom you would see in the movie Pleasantville to a mom even “Mommy dearest” Would shake her head at in disapproval.

Something had to be done!

 

In today’s day and age, even a small tap to the bum could have CPS knocking on your door in an instant. Yelling, threats of taking toys, cookies etc. to even standing in the corner was just not working. Not for this. I was at a loss. I just didn’t know what to do.

 

Thinking back, remembering all those adorable posts of (husbands, kids, wives, etc. wearing signs saying just what it was that they had done wrong) The ones you can see being post everywhere, from Facebook, to twitter, Mobli, and every other Social network out there. A light bulb flashed. *Embarrassment* as a kid I NEVER wanted to be punished in front of my friends.

 

I was on a mission … This bickering was going to stop, and I knew now just how I was going to do it. I marched to the toy box, grabbed Erin’s (9, pictured above) Hand cuffs from last year’s cop costume, then grabbed a paper and marker and set about my task. The entire time, still listening to girls bicker away.

 

I called them in with a smile on my face … (amused) by the look of uncertainty on their faces. You could tell they were wondering why I had a huge smile on my face when they knew I was getting angry.

 

I told them politely to sit on my bed, and they listened without speaking the question in their minds. “What is momma up to?”  

 

I slapped the cuffs on them both so they were stuck together, Placed the sign on them and stared them in the eyes. “You two are going to learn to get along!” I said content with the punishment prescribed.

“This isn’t going to work mom … I hate her!” Erin replies with her too old for herself attitude. “I know … I had no doubt that making you guys hold hands with signs wasn’t going to work!” “That is why I have this!” I pulled out my phone, snapped the incriminating photo. And then gave them a  warning “If I hear any more fighting from you two, I promise with my whole heart … I will post this to Facebook and tag you in it!” The crying immediately began, so I took it upon myself to take a less angry … a more this isn’t fair toned faced pic for my posting. I took off the cuffs and signs and sent them on their way with one last note of “I mean it.”

 

For the next few moments I heard nothing … and really was quite pleased with myself. But then my mind started wondering if I had in fact gone too far. Was that mental abuse? I justified it with the fact that it had worked. I had accomplished what I had set out to do, and now I had something that worked and could use again in the future. Even if the only worked for a day, it would be a day of peace I knew I could get.  

 

I started hearing mumbling. Probably ten minutes after I sent them about their day. I rolled my eyes, sure that this was going to be a start to another outburst. I tiptoed my way to their door and listened carefully. (With my girls) You need to know exactly what is going on, before they come to tell you. Because either side you hear is drastically embellished.

 

To my surprise, they were not fighting … The whispers of disdain I had heard were about me. Here they were, my two wonderful daughters getting along, not fighting but plotting against me. They had found a common ground. Something they both agreed on. Just sucked it was how much they thought I was mean, or as my (6 Avery Pictured above) would put it, “The worst mom ever.”

 

And now … Unfortunately only after I gained title of worst mom of the year. I had it! I found the solution to my problem. It wasn’t corners, threats, or black mail photos … It was distraction. (At least in the sense of when they are arguing together)

 

Sometimes being a parent means you have to stop what you are doing and interact. Children are still very much being molded into who they are and who they will be. And at times of high emotion, need a little help keeping things intact. Trust me, I know how annoying it is to stop what you are doing to intervene. But for the sake of your sanity it’s a must.

 

I’ve found that if I just stop what I am doing for the five minutes or less time it takes to put them on a task of something they can do together, I have a lot less stress and it’s quieter to enjoy the things I would normally be listening through the fuss through.

 

DISTRACTION IS KEY!

 

(Small other tip) If watching a movie is your choice of distraction – Make sure they sit on separate seating places! (I learned my lesson here) They will focus on who is on their side of the cushion, whose feet are on who, etc.

 

Now if I could just learn the “Holy Grail of how to’s … To get my daughter to eat her chicken!” Anyone out there have any tips on that?

 

If you happened by this blog, I hope you enjoyed it. I hope that it helps you in the future or today and that your day today and all days after are no less than good J Thanks For reading xxDee