Okay, so I know this is ugly right now.Â But at least notice the effects I learned how toÂ create with Photoshop on the palm tree up there.Â Yes, I also know there are two boxes above that are supposed to be for ads.Â I’m not game on the ads above my header, so I have to figure out how to get them off.Â The serious bummer is that I spent a lot of time working on the “kellementology” piece and it doesn’t show up on this stoopid laptop.Â I know.Â I’m not supposed to have fun with the fonts, but jeez.Â I get tired of the boring verdana, helvitica crap.Â Life’s seriously more interesting with swirls.Â
I know this (blob transition) is wearing me out (yah, right) because I actually cleaned my house today instead of writing first thing like IÂ always do.Â Trying to write when my blog is a mess is like trying to relax when the house is a mess.Â Wait.Â Blogging usually is relaxing, which is why my house stays messy.
Does it count as being messy when I have to use Simple Green straight up to get the catfood off the laundry room floor?Â Or the catfood out of the laundry sink that has stuck to the sides after I’ve rinsed out the can in the morning?Â Messy vs. dirty?Â Hmmm…I know.Â Gross.Â But it’s clean now.Â And laundry is swirling around in the dryer, the fresh scent of the RT’s whites wafting up the stairsÂ near the garage — a marked improvement from the odor that was emanating from his bedroomÂ yesterday morning.
And I’m noticing our motley crew of pets is very content because they got their first dose of warm weather “flea medicine.”Â No more Presh-Ass Yack Star Flea in-cu-bus lounging over the cable box and creating more tiny flea eggs than I’ve ever seen in my lifetime of owning cats.Â Totally gross.Â Biggity, our dog, is snoozing in the family room on the clean couch.Â The one that the MoH stripped of its cover last weekend because it was sour smelling and covered with lick stains — a by product of the Big’s obsessive compulsivness.Â We haven’t caught her licking it again — yet — but I’m sure it’s only a matter of time.Â It’s a drag sitting on the wet spot…
And I could bore you even more than I already have to explain the condition of our carpet, beyond cleaning or repair because of the animals.Â Yes.Â The animals.Â I don’t know what’s worse — the stains from the nocturnal hairball launchings, or the cleaning that happens afterwards.Â Either way, I’m sick of the whole mess.Â I know you’re sick of me ranting about it, but you have no idea how hard I’ve worked to avoid writing about the record size of some of the hairballs I’ve seen lately.Â Guiness should have been contacted.Â Somehow, taking a picture of a hairball seems a tad bit whacked.Â Don’t you think?Â Think about the poor RT.Â
“What does your mother do for a living?Â
“Takes pictures of cat hairballs to post them on her blog.”
Uhhh…nope.Â You’ll just have to wonder.Â Or not.Â
Â I’m more convinced than ever that, even though I couldn’t live without them at times, that I have beenÂ thinking aboutÂ how it might be “without them.”Â The deal with kids is that they grow up.Â Whatever “messes” they make sort of follow in line with their developmental progress.Â But even if they’re completely slovenly as my gorgeous and loving sons have been, they grow up, go to college and/or gain relationships with others, and move out of your house.Â The animals, the darlins — they stay.Â And our house has definitely accomodated our animals.Â Cat litter tracked up the stairs, dog “gifts” left on the patio, and rinsed down the drain outside.Â Jeez.Â It’s more work sometimes than I remember taking care of my two older boys who are only 17 months apart.Â Way more work.
Wait.Â I am remembering that ugly sculptured and multi-colored brown carpeting we had when the boys were very little.Â It was a complete disguise for myriad raisins, flattened beyond all recognition, and requiring scissors to be removed from their attachment.Â Okay.Â And I also remember the oatmeal I had to chip off the high chair and the wall next to the high chair.Â Oh.Â And those cookies — the biscuits that babies eat when they’re teething and disolve (the cookies, not the baby) into a disgusting mess on their cherubic faces.Â Well, not so cherubic once it dried.
Â But you know?Â Blathering about our lovelies has really allowed me to avoid looking at the condition of my newest “pet”Â that seems to take up as much time as the otherÂ darlings I’ve had in my life.Â So there you go.Â It’s all good.Â Except for the carpet.
So I’ve wasted a perfectly good 20 minutes or so saying absolutely nothing.Â Yes, my Warholled self will return as soon as I freaking figure out how the H-E-L-LÂ to modify it, save it, and paste it in the header.Â Well, I can’t paste anything with this skin, so whatever.Â Just hold your shorts.Â I’ll get there.Â
Thanks for your patience while I’m learning about how to adjust fonts styles, colors, and sizes as well.Â Like how all that work I did that looks gorgeous on my Mac looks like crap or non-existent on the MoH’s laptop which is what I’m using right now.Â How stoopid is that?Â Sheesh.Â Thanks again to Thought Sparks who always keeps an eye on what’s up and offers assistant.Â Very.Â Nice.Â Person.
Okay.Â Enough boredom.Â Off to the store for coq au vin ingredients.Â Yum.Â Crusty bread.Â Salad.Â Wine… No party.Â Just us.Â I love good food.Â So a great meal tonight AND tomorrow night will just allow me to avoid the blob for a bit longer.Â Right?