I am a one paranoid mofo.  Before my husband and I moved into our new home I refused to step one foot inside until ADT or something of the equivalent was installed.  I specifically said that I didn’t want a yard sign because I wanted any would be criminals to be surprised when they broke in.  Well ADT called today wanting to put one in my yard to strike up business I’m sure.  So, I told the man my reason for not wanting one.  He tried to say that a sign actually usually deters would be robbers.  So I said no random crack head wanting to rape my anus is going to be deterred by a stupid yard sign…in fact they probably wouldn’t even notice it.  Then ended my call.  You have my money already ADT…just let me live in my paranoid bubble and be happy dammit!

Pickles, my cat is a pain in my ass!  It’s not just because I am a dog person, well maybe that is a little bit of it.  But dammit she’s a year and a half old.  When is she going to get in the cute, purry, rubbing up against you, and sitting in your lap phase?  Because that little bastard is still in the don’t try to pet me or I’ll attack you, walk by me and I’ll attack you, and even though you feed me extremely well I will try to steal the food off the stove phase.

We can’t let her in the bedroom at night because she’ll attack your feet if you move them.  And I am not the person you want to wake up to some stupid crap like that.  But then the pain in my ass will sometimes do the most horrendous howl outside our door in the middle of the night.  Or the worst of all offenses is when you are walking and she will jolt in front of you and just lay.  Doesn’t matter if its the middle of the floor or step or in the path of a closing door.  She’ll just run as fast as she can then plop down right in your way and not budge.  As if staying, “I dare you bitch, step on me or shut the door on me.”

Well dammit Pickles don’t dare me much more because you’ll get a size 7 1/2 shoved so far up your damn ass.  Or I’ll turn your little ass into two halves a cat with the next door.  I love that I wrote to my cat.  Hope she knows my how to type, I’d love a comment back.

I cut my eldest daughter’s hair for the first time ever yesterday.  I have cut her bang many times before but he rest of her hair was so slow to grow that there was never a need to cut any of it.  Or she wouldn’t have had any left.  Well the front of her hair finally touched her shoulders but the back was a bit longer and of course uneven.  It was easy to tangle as well which caused problems.  So I finally broke down and cut the back even with her front.  So now her hair is all one shoulder length.  With of course, as always, her perfectly cut bangs.

She looks so grown up to me now *tears*.  So I say stop it.  You are not allowed to get any bigger or any older.  We are putting an end to this growing up thing right this instant.  I love you my little Dutch poops.

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I had never paid a bit of attention to Billy Mays before.  Oh wow another OxiClean commercial might have been the only thing that passed threw my mind.  But then I went on vacation to Arizona this past April.  While relaxing in our hotel room after the children had gone to sleep my husband and I were flipping through the channels and cam across a show called Pitchmen on the Discovery Channel.  Pitchmen was great.  It has become one of our favorite shows.  My husband and I DVR every episode.  There was so much more to Billy Mays.  We got to see the hardworking, caring, father, and friend side of him. 

My condolences to the Mays Family for their loss.