Sunday, April 11, 2010

Cats and Concrete Mixing Pans

Jabba is a 33 pound cat. He resembles a Zeppelin. When we first got him, we invested in the largest cat litter box we could find. It had a cover that held an air filter and an air freshener. Jabba was a very good boy about using his box, but unfortunately, he would *think* he was in his box when his butt was actually hanging out a good six inches and all of his waste was landing on the carpet. We finally had to buy a concrete mixing pan from Home Depot. It is hideous looking and takes two giant boxes of cat litter to fill up. I got the brilliant idea to hide the pan in the corner behind our sectional sofa in the living room. A couple of days later, we had guests over, and we kept hearing this LOUD grunting sound. To our horror, it was Jabba straining to poop. He was making the most eerily human sounds I've ever heard a cat make, and Scott and I had to try desperately to distract our company and keep straight faces. This is just one of many quirky Jabba stories, but for some reason, it stands out the most.

More Randomness

Here are a few tidbits from life in the last couple of weeks.

I was passing a guy on a two lane road when I hit a pothole and bit my tongue. I stuck it out in the rear view mirror to see if I was bleeding, and the guy thought I was sticking it out at him. He stuck HIS tongue out at me, and then he flipped me off.

I was reminiscing the other day with Scott about when we first moved into our new home. We watched it go up from an empty lot, and it was such an exciting experience. After we moved in, we really wanted to make a good impression on our new neighbors. One of the first weekends we lived here, I had a symphony rehearsal on Saturday morning. Scott had worked a 12 hour shift the night before, so he was sleeping. The kids were assigned various activities to keep them busy. The most important rule was to stay inside and stay quiet. When I pulled onto the street upon arriving home, I saw many of our neighbors outside working in their yards. I also saw Noah running around in our cul-de-sac wearing nothing but Batman underwear and full snorkeling gear.

Hannah got a haircut a few months back and has the ponytail saved to send to Locks of Love. We haven't had a chance to get it in the mail, so Scott has been putting it in random places to freak me out.

I got a promotion at work and now have a bigger time commitment in the office, so Scott has taken over our laundry department since he works mainly from home. He washed all of my lounge clothes the other day, like sweats and t-shirts. Then he tied knots in the legs of every pair of pants I own. I retaliated by sewing his jeans shut.

Paul drew a very detailed picture of train recently, and he labeled every single component. He even used pop-out diagrams for close ups of the engine parts. In one of those diagrams, he had three buttons, but only two were labeled. I told him, "Hey, you didn't label the middle button." He took the paper, drew an arrow to the mystery button, and wrote, "UNIDENTIFIED."