Bad Boca or Good Boca?

It never fails. The quicker you need to get out of the house in the morning to get to work, something comes up.  And of course it is all about the cat.  Everyone knows you can’t get out of the house without feeding Boca wet cat food. I mean, you can but you also have to face the consequences of what he will do to whoever is left at home.  And it is relentless.

Well, I wouldn’t have to meow and scratch and carry on out here in the hallway if she had taken the time to feed me my Fancy Feast Shrimp Fiesta dinner.  But NOOOOOO!

Well, this morning I was running late.  I grabbed my stuff and was about to open the door to the garage when I noticed the “Boca Hunt Position” from the corner of my eye.  So here is my dilemma:  Pretend I didn’t see it and leave.  Or address the situation. With a heavy sigh, I put all my stuff back on the counter and proceeded to work the hunt.  Of course saying “Bad Boca” just reinforces the issue but you still have to say it as I leaned over in search of whatever critter Boca had captured.  And you never know if it is something that was already in the house (Good Boca) or something he had brought into the house through the pet door (Bad Boca).

It didn’t take long before Boca caught the small mouse.  I was so good – didn’t shriek or curse or anything. Because I was PREPARED!  As soon as Boca caught it, I yelled at him to DROP IT and immediately caught it using an empty plastic container (Of course, I put the wet mop thingys in a plastic zip lock bag).

Then I had to put a book on top to make sure after I left Boca wouldn’t get it again.  And left it for my husband.

Boca Mouse

Then I went to work. An hour or so later, I got this message:

Boca mouse text

I was pretty proud of myself.  Boca is 14 years old now – I guess that would be considered middle age for a cat.  But he will forever be king of the house.

Oh yeah, don’t let my husband know he took a nap on top of his clean laundry…

Boca sleeping

The Hopeless Romantic I am Not

I will be the first to admit that I am not the romantic type.  My husband is used to it and we have an understanding so all is good.

I think it started with our second wedding anniversary.  I totally missed it.  Whiz – day went right by.  Then the next week, the next month.  By the time I remembered I think it was at least two months afterwards. When I suddenly realized my major faux pas, my husband did not say a word.  He walked over to the hall closet, opened it up and pulled out my anniversary gift and handed it to me.  I still feel bad about that day.   So now I use technology and put my anniversary in my phone under “dates to remember.”  I still have to make sure I don’t just ignore the reminder.

Which brings me to a different story.  Around this same time, my sister-in-law gave Michael and I a wonderful anniversary gift.  It was a matte frame picture of a song that included a space for a picture.  The problem?  I had absolutely NO IDEA what it meant.  Although I KNEW it was supposed to mean something.  Linda finally had to tell me that the song was from our wedding ceremony and I was supposed to put one of our wedding pictures in it.  Yeah, totally over my head.

Because this is how it went down:

Kay Marie (friend from work):  I would LOVE to sing at your wedding!

Me: Uh, okay.

Kay Marie:  I usually do two songs – which two would you like me to do?

Me: I don’t care, you can pick.

And that was the end of that.  Kay Marie did have a really good voice and was free so it was pretty nice of her.  But to this day I have no idea what two songs she sang.  Linda knew.  And how she found such a nice framing matte of the song was pretty cool. I just wish I would have gotten it.

I haven’t changed.  And the reason I know that is from this text message that I recently sent to my husband;


My Learning Curve

After much whining and complaining, I finally have an iPhone.  I decided I needed to move from my android to an iPhone after having four different people tell me how much easier an iPhone is to operate. (Which is probably telling of itself if four people had to even make that comment to me, right?)

My husband quickly informed me that with this new phone, I have lost any and all tech support from him and will now have to contact my daughter.  And since I can now facetime with her, that alone is totally worth it.

But now I have to learn a new phone. Which includes a bit of a learning curve which recently included being cursed at by a stranger.

What started this whole ordeal was a text message from a long term contact that I had not heard from in forever.  I was so excited to get the message along with a new contact phone number! However, when I went to update my contact information, I dialed her old number by mistake. And immediately hung up.  I mean, after a nano-second. Oops.  New phone and all.

Sure enough, within two minutes I had a call back.

“You just called me.” After a couple of statements, I realized that this was NOT my friend but some stranger who obviously now had my friend’s old defunct phone number.

I was not rude, but only made the comment: “Wow, you know you don’t have to call back a number you don’t recognize.”

The response I received was a bit over the top: “Bitch, you called me you stupid ass.”

Okay, then.

But obviously this caller could not end it there.  I also received a text message that stated: “You called my phone you dumb cunt.” Now, I seriously do not condone such language and the word “cunt” is among the top of my most hated words.  Yet there it was.  In Text.  To me.

So it is reasonable on my end to want to block this old, defunct phone number to avoid being called bad words. (However, I did text back “I’m sorry” as proof that I am absolutely NOT that word).

I called my daughter who quickly showed me how to block the number.  Click on the icon, scroll down to block and “Block this caller.”

So I think I have this issue resolved and will be more careful about sharing my feelings to strangers.  Besides, as I was trying to figure out to block her number, I inadvertently dialed it three more times.



LWL Musings #12

  • I had to text my son to ask him what year he graduated from high school.  And then I felt bad because as his mom, I probably should already know that.  But I didn’t. With all that guilt I probably will never forget now.  On a positive note once I know one kid’s graduation year, I can figure out the other.
  • Sometimes when I come across those stories on the Internet about the worst bridesmaid dresses, or ugliest 80’s hairstyle or People of Walmart, I sometimes think that I am going to click on the next picture and see myself in an embarrassing photo.
  • I told my husband I needed to buy new bras. He told me to go shopping this weekend and get them.  Silly man. I guess he just doesn’t realize that it takes at least 3 months to talk my mind into doing that.
  • I have always had going to Burning Man on my bucket list.  Except I was looking at their website on all the rules and they said you were only allowed to bring 1-ply toilet paper.  Yep, not going.
  • Ran across these two pictures from people trying to sell their house:House for sale1Dead House for Sale

For some reason I don’t think they listened to their real estate agent.

  • For the life of me I get songs from Foreigner and Journey mixed up.  I know them all, I just can’t tell who sings them.  Which is really irritating to my husband who knows everything about all the bands.  And don’t even ask me if the song is by Boy George or George Michael.

I can watch that show in 6 minutes

I’ll admit it – I am becoming way too dependent on recording shows and then watching them at a later time.   Okay, binge-watch them at a later time.  It is not unusual for me to stay up until 3 am on a weekend trying to get all caught up on the shows I have recorded.  I think this is messing with my dog’s sense of time since she has my same sleep schedule. I love how she can stay in bed with me until noon or later.  She is so great.

I just figured out that I can record only the new shows and not have the TV record all the re-runs that I have already seen.  I was pretty sure it could be done, it just seemed too hard to figure out and unless my husband is going to be my TV tech advisor, well I’ll just keep deleting the re-runs.  That is until we get to less than 10% of free space left to record.  Then I know it is going to be a matter of time before we have THAT discussion again. (And I still have no idea how the documentary on Lynard Skynard got deleted).

But what I have gotten really, really good at is speed watching my TV shows.  I can watch Flea Market Flip in less than 6 minutes.  I fast forward to the initial search of items, then forward to the sale at the end and then skip to the very end to see who won.  Done!  I can watch a dozen of these shows in an hour.

I do the same thing with House Hunters. All I want to see is what they do for a living, how much they can spend and watch the three options. Then I forward to the end to see if I am right on which one they pick.  BTW, I never seem to get it right but that is part of the fun.  And yes, I know the whole thing is a scam, but I like it anyway.

I don’t know how anyone can watch AGT or So You Think you can Dance or Master Chef and put up with all those commercials. Like tonight.  We watched AGT that we recorded yesterday and finished up just in time to watch the results show tonight.  I mean, we have this down to use the least amount of time possible.  (And as a bonus we get to skip past the stupid acts but we both have to be in agreement to make it fair).

There are certain shows that I like that my husband would never watch.  I have tried and tried to cajole him into watching them and know I will never win. So I get to watch Out-Daughtered, Kids Baking Championship and Judge Judy on my own.  I remember how mad my daughter was when I binge watched 10 Judge Judy shows and then deleted them before she had a chance to watch.  She will swear to this day that she has learned everything she needs to know about a contract by watching Judge Judy.

My next step is start watching Netflicks.  Because it would be so much easier.  Except we don’t have Netflicks. So I have to use my daughter’s account. I have to figure that one day she is going to kick me off of it.  When she asks I always blame her brother.  And tell her it couldn’t be me because I was watching Judge Judy.

Vacation Notes – Part II

While using the restroom at the Orlando Airport, I overheard a little girl (4ish years old) ask her mom: “Do you think Minnie Mouse will like me?” Her awesome mom replied, “Why of course she will! You are so nice and kind everyone at Disney will like you. Especially the princesses!” Can we all say Awwwww together?

The hotel we stayed at had 28 floors. It was fun to ride to the top with my nieces and nephew on the glass elevator.  Then they left.  I tried to get my husband to ride to the top with me.  He refused.  Until I told him I needed a picture for my blog.

28th floor

Kroger vs. Publix

The debate rages on about which is better.  But I think I have come to a final decision. Publix is better.  Their carts push easier.

Had a wonderful time chillin’ in the ocean with my nephew-in-law, Rudy.  He had never been to the FL Keys before.  He asked if there were alligators.  I assured him there were never in the ocean.  And then I was super nice and didn’t tell him about the sharks.

Palm Tree

I never, ever get tired of seeing Florida Palm Trees!


We had a great time visiting with family while in Orlando.  So there we were, all 11 of us (mostly children) and then they closed the pool. There are only so many times you can take the elevator to the 28th floor.





All You Can Eat Shrimp but No Wendy’s Salad

Don’t hate me but I just got back from my Florida vacation.  We spent half our time in Orlando and half in Marathon, FL Keys. My husband is an avid deep sea fisherman.  So we try to go to the Keys annually for his fishing trips and my beach lounging.  I especially look forward to the “All you can eat shrimp.” Of course anyone can order grilled shrimp outside of the State of Florida but you know how it is never enough?  When we go to the FL Keys, my husband will grill so much shrimp that I get to eat as much as I want. A truly great gift that I always look forward to. As my daughter would say, I ate so much shrimp that I had a shrimp baby.

There was one MAJOR problem with our FL Keys trip.  Remember that hurricane that sped through the Keys and wrecked havoc?  Well, evidently part of that havoc was blowing away the local Wendy’s in Marathon.  (It also blew away Burger King, but they don’t carry my salad).  In preparation of the trip, I do realize that the last Starbucks I am going to see is in Islamorada.  And I have made peace with that.  What I didn’t know was how Hurricane Irma took my Wendy’s away.  I am on vacation.  I want a Wendy’s salad.  I also want fish and shrimp but one can’t live on that alone.  I was devastated.  The ONLY fast food they had was McDonald’s, you know the cockroach of the fast food industry.  Okay, they had Taco Bell and KFC too but again – SALAD!  I am debating whether I should call Wendy’s corporate office and complain. You can be sure that I will check before our next visit to make sure their insurance or whatever came through and it is back.

We drove the FL Turnpike.  I don’t want to complain (I know many of you are laughing at that statement) but I lived in FL for many, many years and if I remember correctly, the FL Turnpike was only supposed to be a toll road until the road was paid for.  Guess they decided against that.  It was just our luck to stop at the Service Center in Pompano Beach right after 3 tour buses full of teenagers were dropped off.  Which means we immediately left.  But not before I grabbed a bunch of these:

OMG! Monkey Jungle!  Butterfly Rain Forest! Giraffes! Riverboat! But you know all I really wanted was a good book and a package of sunflower seeds. And of course a beach and an ocean.

Sadly, my tan is already fading.  I would sunbathe in our back yard but without the beach it just seems so futile. Until next year!