I love him, ya all know I do, but sometimes, sometimes that husband of mine drives me insane!!!! He is QUITE determined to move into the house this weekend.

It’s very interesting because when he was away a few weekends ago, he was supposed to get paid for that time. He would have received 84 hours of pay that week. Time and a half for 44 hours would have been, well… AMAZING!!!!! He was really looking forward to that pay check.

So when he received it and it was just his usual amount, he went to investigate. The agency told him they decided he was an “exempt” employee and decided to give him comp hours instead. He’s been pretty pissed off since. I understand.

But then, I have to stop and wonder. Last week he was able to take two days off to work on getting next door ready. This week, he was able to take two more days. So I have to wonder about the possibilities of Divine Intervention here. Without all these hours of comp time hanging around, they probably would have said no. We would be no where near as close moving in.


It’s actually been a rather strange week. While over at the house yesterday, I was going to surprise Honey by putting together a piece of furniture he bought. It truly shouldn’t have been that hard, but for whatever reason, it just refused to go together. I was so frustrated with the whole thing. The girls were out playing in the back yard and it was just me inside. I sat down on the ground, laid everything down and just sat there being frustrated. And suddenly this little bubble of calmness swept over me. I didn’t think too much about it because the feeling was just “too okay” to do otherwise. I picked up the pieces, put them back in the box and let Honey deal with it when he had time.

This week after I dropped Pumpkin off to school, suddenly I found myself pulling into my driveway. That whole moment from when I pulled out of the school driveway to pulling into my house driveway is blank. I don’t remember a single bit of it. How on earth did I loose that time? Did the girls loose it with me, or was it just me? What happened from point A to point B? I HATE it when that happens!!!!!!

This week at my cleaning job, the building itself just had a strange feeling to it. Maybe it was because I forgot my music. Maybe those strange sounds occur ALL the time and I just never realized it. But the feeling that I was not alone was creepy. I was just waiting for someone to tap me on the shoulder…..

Some things just make you wonder!!!
Cheers! ~MacKenzie

Honey and I have been really debating the issue of moving and what to do with our cats these last few days. We basically have come to the conclusion that our two youngest will probably have to go to a no-kill animal shelter in the area. I think they will be okay. They are adorable and young. They are used to be around other cats as well as children. They're loving in their own unique ways. They still love to play and have parts of that little kitten stage that everyone seems to love. I am fairly confident they will be okay.

Our oldest though, is such a tough decision to make. She was our first stray. She's been with us since the beginning close to 14 years ago. She is still very active and still makes us laugh. At night she always comes to say good night and she likes to "talk", mostly to me. She's very healthy, although now we can't switch food brands around as it upsets her stomach and because she has lost a few of her teeth, we usually give her a can soft food to make sure she's getting enough. She still goes hunting outside, although she doesn't bring many of her little treasures home anymore.

Mom C and Papa have both a cat and a dog. Chloe is a smaller breed of jack russell terrier. She is almost a year old and is quite the ball of energy. She's fast and she is still in that severely playful puppy stage. When Chloe and Papa stop by, our cats suddenly go into hiding, though because Chloe is very intense. Now their cat is this monstrous feline. It is the biggest cat I have ever seen. You put all three of our cats together and then there is one St. Cloud. He is well over 20 pounds and is a breed that is not common in the US. As loving he can be to humans is as vicious he is to other felines. When they got him, Mom and Papa were told he beat up all the other cats in the shelter. It was recommended he be in a one cat household.

We've seen him attack a stray cat. It was NOT pretty. At our cat's age, I'm not sure how she would do with that. She's been the dominate cat forever and then to have to deal with him attacking her, I just don't know. Statistics and logic say they won't get along.....

Our other consideration is Chloe, actually. Now their cat, St. Cloud is at least twice, if not bigger, than Chloe. And Chloe LOVES to try and play with her. Chloe corners the cat and then pounces on her repeatedly wanting to play. Chloe is extremely rough, but St. Cloud seems to handle it well (maybe because of his size?). But even after swipes across the nose, Chloe still will not leave the cat alone. The only way St. Cloud gets away from Chloe is to jump over the barrier that keeps Chloe out of the rest of the house or to have someone go over and literally separate the two. A real fear of ours is that if Chloe were to do that to our Zee, she would really get hurt. And Zee couldn't hide under the beds because Chloe is small enough to just dive down under there after her.

We have asked around our work place and such if anyone was interested in our cats. No takers. I really think that because of her age, no one is going to want to take Zee from the Ark. I HATE the thought of her dying there rather than in a good, loving home. Our "temporary" house and Mom and Papa's house are all separated by the sunroom and doors. But, with the girls, you KNOW those doors are going to be left open. St. Cloud has the run of the whole house. You just know they are going to come into contact, if not inside then outside. Plus, Chloe sort of fills that gap of us not being able to have a dog right now. I still miss having dogs. I'm both a cat and dog person. I love the outward affection a dog will show you, but when a cat chooses to let you know they care, that feels pretty good, too.

I don't want to give her up, but I don't want her hurt, either. How frustrating.


Cheers! ~MacKenzie

Doesn't it just irk you when someone tells you that you CAN'T DO somthing. Grr.... It just makes me want to do "it" all the more. And then, THEN, when it's the "other gender" saying it, it is enough to make me start down this path.

Today I packed up four huge boxes of books. I added it to the other totes of "stuff" that has already been packed. I piled them all up in two rows. It wasn't easy, as anyone who has moved huge totes of books can agree to. But I did it and tomorrow I plan on taking them all over next door. Of course, Honey wanted 1 book that was in the very last tote. When he was moving them around, he told me there was no way I could move them all over next door.

If I moved them to the pile and then piled them all up in rows, I could get them next door, I told him. According to him, I do this all the time. I fill up the totes too full and there's just no way I am going to be able to get them down the steps into the basement. No matter what I am getting them at least to the basement steps. Then I have a few choices. I could take them down the steps with no problem, as nasty as the task is going to be to prove a point. And he'd be mad that I took them down there to begin with. Or, I could take them down, with the possibility that I might hurt myself, and Honey would be mad at me. Or I could leave them at the top of the stairs and I would have to deal with Honey complaining the whole time he's taking them downstairs. How DO I get myself into these situations??


I will say that the Papa and Honey did an amazing job at the house this weekend. The bathroom, kitchen/dining and living room, and our bedroom is completely painted with two coats of paint. Plus, I was able to clean all the woodwork, the blinds, all the top kitchen cabinets, and most of the bottom cabinets. This week I will definitely be able to get the rest of of the cleaning done. Then, all that's left is to put up a temporary barrier between the twinadoes space and Pumpkins, paint, and we'll be moving in. The original plan is that this weekend the rest of the work will be completed and then next week we'd be moving in all week with the final move on Thursday because Mom and Papa have to be gone that weekend, and it would be easier if we had the truck as well as Papa's help.

But Honey wants to spend a few late nights over there, build the barrier himself and have them return this week to help move all the beds, the entertainment center and computer desk. The rest we can do slowly ourselves over the next week or two.

It's starting to feel a little real that we might ACTUALLY be moving out of this place!!! What a weird feeling!

Cheers! ~MacKenzie

Well, we're off today to bring some MAJOR color to our new living space! We won't be around this evening. So, if you all don't mind, I will keep my Saturday night song to be the one from two posts down. It's titled "True Colors".

Have an absolutely fantastic weekend, everyone!!!!
Cheers! ~MacKenzie

Okay, okay... Only one more post about colors and then I'll let it rest for awhile......

You are most like: You are Blue
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Well, that's good! Honey chose the bedroom color for us when he was at the store last night.... of course he got the color blue I wanted wrong, but, well.... it's his bedroom, too. If he likes it, I'll just go with it. I figure as long as we are together, we can make anything work.

So today, my day is going to be all about packing and blog-surfing because it seems as if I haven't been able to come visiting for awhile. It's one of those fortunate but unfortunately things however, that Honey is home today and he would much rather me be packing. Humm..... guess what I would rather be doing?!?

Cheers! ~MacKenzie