The good, the bad and the poop.

The good thing about having a cat who lives on TOP of your screen??? 

No hair on the outdoor furniture.

{No, Maisy didn't just suck a lemon, this is her regular facial expression}

The bad thing about having a cat live on top of your screen?

The cat thinks the screen is it's home, and part of that home is a litter box.

 Yes, that is poop on top of the pool cage. Ain't that a pretty sight?

My friend Kelly was here this weekend, and she aptly named the cat; Screen.

Screen is kinda making me nuts. Screen still won't let any of us near it. Screen is a feral cat.

I have two choices and I'm not thrilled with either choice....I've got to get this Screen situation under some sort of {poop} control. 

Anyone poop in inappropriate places at your place this weekend?

The Situation & the &.

Happy Wednesday!
What? well, all day yesterday I thought it was Tuesday. I know...a crime.

We've been dealing with a hairy situation this week....
This little bundle of claws!

 This crazed kitten is on top of our pool cage. Do you know how high that is? It's really high. 

I've not been able to get near this little girl/guy...it constantly meow's to our cats and then runs from us.

(when it is NOT on top of the pool cage!)
The cats want nothing to do with it and Cocoa wants everything to do with it!

I'm going to call in some help with this one, I am fairly certain it is feral.  :(

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Look what I found!!

The ampersand!

I am advising that the guy (and I know there is only one) who runs the inventory/shipping dept at Hobby Lobby should get a large raise.
I ordered this online Monday night, it was here on Thursday. 

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The Coach has been in Vegas for a show/conference. He took one of his new 'guys' with him. On the phone last night he said:
"I've lost my new guy, but I'm fairly certain he is on the roof of the hotel. And would you believe I found a baby in the closet? Oh yeah, I've got all my teeth!"

{Raise your hand if you know what the Coach was talking about}

Have a great Wednesday! Or if you prefer to, get wild and refer to today as Friday!

xoxox

Cousin-ing and Wild Manatees.

On Sunday we took a drive to have a birthday lunch for my FIL.

Along with the inlaws, it's always entertaining when all five cousins get together!

Lo and Kristy compare leg injuries. Lo pinched a nerve in her hip while diving at softball practice. 

Kristy fell off the back of a (non moving) pick up truck. I'm not even going there. 

Lindsay and Bryan compared calf sizes.

As the coach says: Those aren't calves Bryan, those are Steer!

 A photo of Grandpa and his favorite grandchild. 

 Ok, maybe it's not nice to pick favorites. 

 Of course, I was always a favorite to all my Grandparents. I'm sure you already assumed this.

On the way home, we stopped by the manatee park. (right next to the power plant) The manatee flourish here during the winter...warm water=happy manatees! 

 Do you see the Coach's calves steer?

 Despite the reputation they have been given, Manatee are not man eaters.

Do you see them here? They are hard to photograph because they only jump out about once an hour.

 Lindsay walks all over them. Cruel.

For your viewing pleasure, I caught one of the manatees doing their famous 'once an hour' jump. 

Did you see it? Nice right?

See why I was a favorite of my Grandparents...I never fib!

For some reason, the video is available to some, but not others. I hope you are not an other. 

Can you spare an ampersand?

If you were paying attention, and I pay you to pay attention, you will recall that I jazzed up my photo ledges for Christmas this year. This was the very first time that I removed ALL the photos and misc stuff and had ONLY Christmas goodies. And by goodies,  I mean old candy. 

Well, when I declared CHRISTMAS IS OVER!!!!... I started with another clean slate. I decided to change things up. I was tired of the old family photos...needed some newer/updated ones. Lucky for them, I'm not so tired of the family itself. Well, for today anyway.

I had the "S" already. (It was for our last name, now it is for my first name. Oh Snap...the internet knows my initials now! Might as well give my my social security number.)

I found the "J" at Marshall's.

"'J" is for Coach. Yes it is!

{Lo's pottery class pears; so darn cute}

I thought it would be cute to put an ampersand (&) in the middle of the J and S. {by the way, our college child didn't know what an ampersand was. Can we get a refund? On the tuition, not the child, I'm pretty sure they don't give $ back on kids anymore.}

While I was fussing around with the shelves...I said out loud: Oh, if I can't find an ampersand, I can put a plus in the middle of J and S and then an equal sign....with L and L at the end.

Confusing?

Oh, it would be like this: J+S=L&L.

Lindsay said: Gross.

Lauren said: Ewww.

Hey, I was just doing the math.

Actually, I should get credit because I restrained myself from saying: See those wine corks?

Well, J+S+wine=L & L. 

I know you were thinking this as well. 

Anyhoo....I would still need an ampersand for the gross/ewww equation.

And I need to get some people to pose for some new family photos too. I've got much work to do.

Do you have an ampersand I can borrow?