February 8, 2008
I like cats. I’m not a fanatical cat lover though - they’re cute, easy to have as a family member and sometimes you have to pet them. Today, while looking up something for my daughter’s project (about cats), I found a website that made me laugh HARD. I cried - it was THAT funny.
I’m sure most of you know about Facebook, and if not, well I’m not explaining it. Obviously you’ve been doing the whole “living under a rock/in a cave” thing if you’ve never heard of FB. Well, good news for all of you crazy cat people. There’s a social networking site just for your pussies! Yes, you heard me right.
It’s called Catster…Here Kitty Kitty and you can just go nuts on there. Your cat can put up pictures of themselves getting drunk and hugging the porclein bowl if they so choose or how they like to snuggle Aunt Martha’s lap. They can write their bio, show what mood they’re in and even rate themselves! Their profiles can be voted on and they get little paw prints to show how many votes they actually got. All very sweet.
Cats can even add their friends. Meow! You can see how popular your pussy is and even send other cats gifts (treats) JUST LIKE FACEBOOK. It’s so weird cute. I discovered this one HERE. I’ll leave it up to you to decide just how awesome this site is. So if you’re someone who has a boatload of cats, get them signed up. Or if they’re a genius cat like the one I showed you is, I’m sure they can sign up all by their little four legged self.
February 1, 2008
My daughter is 7 going on 23. She’s alot of what I’m not - ballsy, gutsy, bold, speaks her mind, which isn’t a bad thing obviously. Sometimes she’s obsessive. Not sure where she gets that trait.
I had taken my youngest two shopping last week and we stopped at one of my favorite stores - Winners. As we’re browsing around, daughter spies a clearance bin (now I do know where she gets that trait) and sees a cute pink and purple purse which is on sale for $3. She immediately gets excited and tosses it into our cart. Our cart, by the way, had our jackets in it, my purse and some other things we were purchasing.
I find a pair of pants and a shirt that I want to try on. I let Ryan stay in the toy section and bring Madison with me to the changing rooms. I ask the lady at the counter if I can leave my cart in front of her counter, she says yes. I leave our jackets in the cart, along with our other items, taking only my purse and the two items I’m going to try on. We come back out a few minutes later and Madison looks in the cart and asks me where the purse is? I start looking through the cart, but it’s gone. The lady at the counter asks me if there’s a problem and I explain to her that the purse my daughter picked out and placed in the cart is now gone. Counter lady says she didn’t see anything.
My daughter runs back over to the clearance bin and starts looking in it, wondering if it had somehow walked back there by itself. As she’s riffling through the bin, she looks over to her left and starts waving to me, wanting my attention.
“Mom, mom, mom, mom!” Saying it in a hissed whisper.
“What?”
“That lady took my purse! Look in her cart, right there, she’s got it.”
I look over and see a woman standing by her cart, two kids in tow and her cart filled with toys. And she’s GOT THE PURSE THAT MY DAUGHTER PICKED OUT. BITCH took it from my cart.
As we’re watching her, she walks away from her cart to go look at the rack of clothes. Madison runs over to me and begs me to take it back from her cart. Now I’m in a bit of a dilemma. I want to take that purse, and give it back to my child but at the same time, I, who, do not like confrontation at all, and who also wants to think the best of people, and maybe that,that lady didn’t take it from our cart, that maybe the purse got up and walked into her cart, by itself. Because that’s plausible.
My child is not happy. I walk over to the clothing rack, the purse thief is at the other end and I say, quite loudly, “Wow, it’s really rude when people take things from someone else’s cart.” Lady aka THIEF looks over at me and glances down at my cart, which still holds our jackets and other items. I see the look on her face for that split second. She knows that I know that she took the purse that my daughter picked out.
Madison comes over to me and starts her rant.
“See? That lady is rude mom, rude! Why are you not taking it from her cart? She doesn’t deserve that purse. I saw it and picked it out and she just walked up to our cart when we weren’t looking and took it. That’s STEALING.”
“I know Madison, it’s rude and I wouldn’t ever do such a thing, but I know what you mean, I know you want it back, but technically we didn’t see her take it, so I don’t think we can just go over and take it back.”
“Why not? We had it first and she didn’t mind taking it from us. I say we march over there and take it back.”
At this point, I’m envisioning a riot, police being called, handcuffs and making a call to my husband to bail me out. Do I have an over active imagination? I’m thinking, yes.
Again, we watch as the lady walks away. By this time Madison is practically foaming at the mouth.
“If you don’t go take it from her cart, then I will. I will march right over there and take it.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“I think it’s a GREAT idea.”
I tell daughter to just wait a minute so I can think about this, think about how to approach someone and accuse them of stealing something from our cart. Is there a polite way to do that? However, as I’m picturing things in my head, the decision is taken out of my hands.
“Mom, I see their cart! She walked away, I don’t see her, I’m making a run for it.” And with that, my child dashes over to the lady’s cart and quickly takes a look around, and snatches the purse.
She makes her way back to me and throws the the purse in our cart and buries it under our jacket.
“That lady was rude mom and there was no way I was going to just let her get away with that. And when she realizes that the purse is gone, then she’ll probably KNOW that I took it but I don’t care because she was the one who was wrong, not me.”
“Ah huh.”
“I’m so not letting any rude lady get away with that. NO way.”
And with that, she turned on her heel and said, “Let’s go pay for MY purse.”
Brave and bold, that’s my girl.
