Ahhh!

I have a hair on my head. I can't tell if it's gray or blonde. Is it my first gray hair?

I've been highlighting/coloring my hair for a while now and I'm letting it grow out. The difference (my roots) isn't too different, I don't think, and Matt says you can't even tell. Although he's a boy and gets slightly unnerved around makeup, curlers, and the like. So this hair is my natural color but what color is it?

And of course it's on the top of my head right in front so that when I look in the mirror to check that my mascara isn't running, I see this hair.

It shines in the light (not gray)
It's lighter than the others (gray)
Others are lighter than the others and are clearly not gray (not gray)
I'm getting old (gray)
I'm not that old (not gray)

To pluck or not to pluck.....

Punishing Gus

Do other people put their animals in "time-out?"

Gus aka Sir Chunk-a-Lot, can be a naughty kitty.

Jumping onto and into anything he can. Picking on his brother Mac. Generally annoying all two-legged and four-legged roommates.

Swatting him and telling him that he is a "bad cat" doesn't work because he thinks you're just playing with him. Even squirting him with the water bottle doesn't help because it just riles him up more.

So he gets a time out. He is placed (gently tossed) into the bathroom, the door is shut behind him, and he remains in there for 5 minutes.

This happened Saturday. He was just being naughty and so received a time out. At the end of the time out, I walked over to open the door and nearly stepped on Mac. He was sitting outside the door waiting for his playmate to come back out. And his sensory deprivation time worked! He was relatively calm for the next hour or so. After that, Matt and I didn't care because we went to bed. Mac was on his own!

Once again, Matt and I would make great parents as long as we can: train our children to eat off the floor, use a litter box, put them in rooms along for extended periods of time as punishment, and take them to the vet's office when it's time for their annual rabies/distemper shots!



On an unrelated note, last night Matt made Chinese food for supper. Yum yum!!!! It was chicken with broccoli and other Chinese vegetables in a hosin/ginger/honey sauce! Yum!!! It's amazing to me how "international" American's diets are. One day you might have Chinese for supper, the next Italian, Mexican, Thai, who knows what!!

Last week we made a huge batch of waffles (supper for breakfast again!) and froze what we couldn't eat (about 15 waffles) We've been slowly using them up by: taking them out of the freezer, placing them into to the toaster, and enjoying! You know, it's such an easy thing to do, toasting these pre-made waffles, someone should start a business doing this.

They could name it "Wafflo" or "Toast-ems"....
Oh, right. Eggo....

MIA

So I didn't end up blogging quite like I had intended to over my Christmas break. Part of the problem: I didn't really do anything worthwhile enough to blog about and no one wants to read random Merrilee thoughts about: life, the world, living with cats, or the addictiveness of chocolate!!

School has started up again. I think my classes will be fine. So far I don't have any classes on Thursday so this Thursday I stayed home. But it wasn't a good day. I had some errands to run and as I was returning home and pulling into the garage, I knocked my right side view mirror off my car. It just totally popped off like a Lego AND the garage is fine, luckily. I took my car to our local garage and for a bit over $200, my car will be like new!
So that was my morning.

That evening, Matt and I were taking out the trash and the recycling. I stepped out of our front door, trying to be careful to miss the ice patches on the front steps. Unfortunately, I didn't know that the entire step was iced over. I tried to keep my balance but ended up flat on my rear. I didn't hurt anything but my pride. Although my bum was a little tender the next day.

Matt and I recently took a compatibility quiz in a magazine that I receive. According to it, we are 100% compatible! We knew what reality TV shows we would audition for (none), what we would order off of an unlimited menu (Matt: anything; Me: chocolate), where we could go if we could (Matt: Vermont, Me: England), and what books we are currently reading. We both agreed, however, to throw out the question regarding toilet paper (under or over) due to semantics and a poorly phrased question. So, yay!