The forgiveness power of tuna fish

Tuna, for centuries has given its eaters pleasure of taste and nourishment. Tuna has another purpose, forgiveness, at least for a cat. See my cat, she was dirty. She would look at me with golden eyes taunting me with the arrogant look that I would never think of bathing her. She was wrong. So today, with the purpose of tidying up loose ends, I filled the kitchen sink with warm water. The titan struggle began between me and my cat.

The cat weighing in at 10 pounds, and me, well I won’t say what I weigh in at, struggled for control. Thank goodness for opposable thumbs, that really gave me the advantage. Not to mention my cunning wit and keen sense of strategy. The cat and I engage.

The first moments of realization for her that the sink was filled with water was a shock to say the least and the deep guttural meows of displeasure of her predicament yielded to the end result of a rather wet and clean cat.

After a good towel drying, I knew I must make peace with the cat. What could that be? Talking wasn’t working; the promise of a good brushing was not working either. Ah HA! Tuna, a cat’s weakness will be the ultimate bribe.  She still will not look me straight in the eye but I know I made a dent in the forgiveness wall with the offering of tuna fish.  So folks, if you have a cat and the animal needs a bath, have a can of tuna at your fingertips.  I will let you know if she plots my demise tonight while I am sleeping.  I may have to lock the bedroom door. 

The Kids are Alright

These kids are alright!  We had a break in the weather where the sun actually made an appearance, so we took the opportunity to do some old fashioned puddle splashing.  I grabbed the camera, which I have not done in awhile, and the kids graced me with standing still for a millisecond.

They make me laugh, they make me smile, I am grateful for their silliness. The best part of puddle splashing is the warm chocolate milk, a bath, warm snuggly clothes and good movie.

How to Wrap a Cat

We all need a laugh sometime

Look out Pele, here comes "The Kat"

So I am going to be upfront with this information. I am COMPETITIVE! I can't help it, especially when it comes to sports. No one is harder on me than myself. The push to perform consistently and well. I played sports, intramural and in community leagues. Softball was my main thing but I dabbled in volleyball, broomball, and everything else in between. Well except golf. Golf is a whole other post.

So what I am trying to say is that with the excessive competitiveness comes the ugly triple headed sports mom. Now, I have seen them, watched them and told myself "pfheww, I will NOT be like that with my kids", however that little monster peeked her ugly head out of the shell last night. I scared myself.

That realization that I had just made a complete ASS of myself in front of others (it is bad when you do that in front of the people you love, but a whole different matter when it is people you don't know) I felt the hot eyes. And I fully deserved every bit of disdain I received. I own the ridicule.

I was a hard on the Kat. I forgot that this is her first year playing, I forgot she is not physically conditioned yet to keep running, I forgot she does not know about protocol and procedures.

Luckily this league is forgiving to these young athletes and are more understanding of a young six year old and her propensity to over dramatized her fatigue for the masses. Not all of it was pure exhaustion. Learn from my mistake and turn the lesson into how can I help her and keep the triple headed sports mom in the van.

Here are some shots of the last two games. In the end, they had fun and so did I. The Kat is a great defender, she has had two halves of playing the goalie and kick some rumpus. These kids make this game sooo much more exciting than any sporting event with adults. Pure joy of being a kid let loose and kicking a ball. Autopilot all the way, and they always travel in a pack, aka "bunch ball".

I need to work on my action photography.

Excellent job, my dear. I am soooo very proud of you and all the hard work.

Friday Morning Whimsical Musing

Picture a mother and her children commuting to work and preschool. The day is fresh and cool, children are chatting away in the back of the van. Mother entertaining the little folk with games of "What letter starts the word ......."

Scene:

The girl: Mommy, Mommy, what letter starts the word trees.

Me: The letter t, tuh

The boy: Mommy, what letter starts the word.....uhhhh......pointer?

Me: What?

The boy: Pointer!

Me: Pointer?

The boy: Yes, yes, the word pointer.

Me: The letter p, puh

The boy: (small pause before speaking) Mommy, what letter starts the word tall man?

Me: (confusion) Tall man?

Then I look into the review mirror to see this vision of lovlieness. My son, my only son, the sweet little guy, from whom I get many "I love you Mommy" giving me the tall man.

TMI Moment, I know....

Ok, I am sharing this only because, well, you guys are my friends and friends don't judge.

So, I am feeling sort of sassy today, nice shirt and pants, hair is looking pretty good, and I sit down at my desk surveying the work to be done. I happen to run my hand over my neck/collarbone area and feel something poking from my skin. What the hell is that? Did I have a piece of food, a booger, stuck to my skin? So I promptly grabbed hold of the object and pulled. I grabbed my hand mirror to inspect what the hell is going on. Geezus Louezzus, it is a frickin grey chest hair.

How long has that bad boy been hanging out there? What did my body suddenly decided the estrogen wasn't enough? Ok, Ok, I get the hair on the upper lip thing, I get the occasionally hair under the chin, but the chest? Come on man, it is not like I don't have enough issues to deal with while I am getting OLD!

So, there it is. My TMI moment for the whole world to read. I, Whimsy, had a grey chest hair. Just sayin'.

Whatcha got growing on you?