DID YOU KNOW...CHIN HAIRS ARE NOTHING BUT STRAY EYELASHES?

It's not often that anyone can say poor Morty and be serious. Morty is a Munchkin kitty and is a much loved and spoiled King of the Condo. I'm not sure but I think he even has a t-shirt that says King of the Condo. I have had Morty since 2004 when at the ripe old age of 8 weeks he came to live with Gingles and I. At that time Gingles weighed 11 pounds. Morty was the same size as a Coke can and barely tipped the scales at 12 oz. To say Gingles was less than pleased when Morty arrived is a HUGE understatement but they soon learned to at least tolerate each other. Normally Morty's biggest decision is which sunbeam will he choose for his morning nap but this past week has not gone down in the books as a good time for Morty. Much to my chagrin, I have discovered that I am not a very good cat mama. I noticed a week or so ago Mort was not his usual perky self but he was eating drinking and tormenting the daylights out of Gingles so I decided to just keep an eye on him. On Saturday...

I love monkeys, always have and yes I know when they reach puberty they become obnoxious. Well...HELLO, monkeys do not have the market cornered on that trait and I didn't give my kids to a zoo when they were teenagers. Thought about it a few times but frankly, the paperwork was pretty overwhelming. TOP FIVE REASONS I WANT A MONKEY 5 . Morty and Gingles need a pet. I can buy a little saddle and they can take turns giving Mr. Wilson rides. Why did I choose Mr. Wilson? No reason, except I like the sound of Mr. Wilson...dignified but fun-loving. The Lord knows I do not want an undignified monkey. 4.   Clothes!! Nothing cuter than a monkey all dressed up in a little suit with a matching hat. 3.   Chores...I have every intention of raising a monkey with a good work ethic. He will learn to dust, empty the dishwasher, fold towels and maybe the top shelf of the bookcase will finally get dusted. 2.   I have always wanted a pair of cymbals. What better excuse to purchase c...

Hello...my name is Jan and I am addicted to the Aldi snack aisle. In my defense who in their right mind can pass up chocolate caramels dusted in sea salt or chocolate covered almonds and don't even get me started on the dark chocolate bars with slivered almonds and a hint of orange. All you judgey people who are sitting there smirking, "Not a problem, I don't like chocolate." Well...too bad so sad because you aren't safe either. You see Aldi's carries these wonderful little powdered sugar pastries that are filled with cream and the carrot cake cookies? Oh, mama. Before you call in the nutrition police I buy other things at Aldi's too. Love their chicken breasts, pork chops and our Aldi's has amazing fresh fruit and vegetables at very good prices plus most are organic. Don't let the word organic throw you off...it just means the food was grown like our grandparents grew their food, without all the chemicals. I haven't gone all yuppy on you but...

Well, not just me but EVERYBODY. Apparently, all the Google Blogs are still up and can be accessed but you can't add another post and I know this because I just spent the last 45 minutes trying to figure out what I was doing wrong. Maybe some people can continue adding posts but Google made it very clear to me multiple times that I am no longer welcome. FINE...you can calm down now Google, I accept your decision and have moved on. Now if I can just figure out how to add some artwork (I do like my polka dots) and I'm sure that will happen. Oh, don't feel too bad about me being so clueless as it is not a new experience for me and I'm not even embarrassed about it anymore. My friend Michelle rolls her eyes at me on a regular basis and sometimes even sighs but I just pretend I don't notice. I do plan to start writing again and all the new posts will be at this location but if you are interested in my earlier posts just type DID YOU KNOW...CHIN HAIRS ARE NOTHIN...