sometimes I forget how good I really am…..

I went to my Happy Place aka Target, my bill was 100.19,

  • -1.00 coupon rec’d in one of my sample boxes
  • -2.00 coupon
  • -3.68 5% red card

new total $94.51, but the best part….I got (1) $5.00 GC and (1) $10.00 GC back, booohfreakingyah! for another trip :)

I bought two breathrights, I had the $1.00 coupon, they were already on sale and I got $5.00 GC back

I bought 3 swiffer products, 1 dry and 2 wet, because between the pupply and old dog my floors are taking a beating, plus the puppy is an ass and pulls the sheets from my cleaner… see video below

she is seriously giving the cat some competition in the arsehole department.



Dogs vs Cats

Dog’s Diary

8:00 am – Dog food! My favorite thing!

9:30 am – A car ride! My favorite thing!

9:40 am – A walk in the park! My favorite thing!

10:30 am – Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!

12:00 PM – Lunch! My favorite thing!

1:00 PM – Played in the yard! My favorite thing!

3:00 PM – Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!

5:00 PM – Milk bones! My favorite thing!

7:00 PM – Got to play ball! My favorite thing!

8:00 PM – Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!

11:00 PM – Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!


Cat’s Diary

Day 983 of my captivity.

My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects.

They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets.  Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.

The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.

Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a ‘good little hunter’ I am.

There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of ‘allergies.’ I must learn what this means and how to use to my advantage.

Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking.  I must try this again tomorrow — but at the top of the stairs.

I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released – and seems to be more than willing to return.  He is obviously retarded.

The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicating with the guards regularly.   I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe.  For now…………….

O’ bountiful, beautiful squash, let me count the ways …..

Savory squash soup with quinoa and veggies

Banana Spice Squash Bread

Squash muffins with white choc chips and cranberries &  with dark choc chips and cranberries

Sweet squash soup banana and pear

Squash Oatmeal Cookies with white choc chips and cranberries

Savory Squash soup with black beans & cheese

oh the bounty of your blessings continues with 8 cups still in my freezer……..

Yes I am SO SICK of freaking squash right now!  Now way I wanna see an F^%&’ing pumpkin pie for Thanksgiving :)


Pork on your Fork

This was emailed to me….just posting for all to see…..
hear it for a Quebec mayor…
A commercial promoting pork says: “PUT SOME
Muslim parents demanded the
abolition of pork in all the school canteens of a Montreal suburb.
mayor of the Montreal suburb of Dorval has refused, and the town clerk sent a
note to all parents to explain why.
“Muslims must understand that they
have to adapt to Canada and Quebec, its customs, its traditions, and its way
of life, because that’s where they chose to immigrate.
“Muslims must
understand that they have to integrate and learn to live in Quebec. “They
understand that it is for them to change their lifestyle, not the
Canadians who, so generously, welcomed them.
“Muslims must understand
that Canadians are neither racist nor xenophobic. Canada accepted many
immigrants before Muslims showed up (whereas the reverse is not true, in that
Muslim states do not accept non-Muslim immigrants).”
“Just like other
nations, Canadians are not willing to give up their identity or their culture.
“And, if Canada is a land of welcome, it’s not the Mayor of Dorval who
welcomes foreigners, but the Canadian-Quebecois people as a whole.
“Finally, they must understand that in Canada (Quebec) with its
Judeo-Christian roots, Christmas trees, churches and religious festivals,
religion must remain in the private domain.”
The municipality of Dorval
was right to refuse any concessions to Islam and Sharia.
“For Muslims
who disagree with secularism and do not feel comfortable in Canada, there are
57 beautiful Muslim countries in the world, most of them under-populated and
ready to receive them with open halal arms in accordance with Sharia.
“If you left your country for Canada, and not for other Muslim
countries, it is because you have considered that life is better in Canada
than elsewhere. We will not let you drag Canada down to the level of those 57
“Ask yourself this question – just once: “Why is it better
here in Canada than where you come from?” “A canteen with pork on the menu is
part of the answer.”
If you came to Canada with the idea that you will
displace us with your prolific propagation and eventually take over the
country, you should pack up and go back to the country you came from. We have
no room here for you and your ideology.

Marriage in Heaven

On their way to get married, a young couple are involved in a fatal car accident. The couple find themselves sitting outside the Pearly Gates waiting for St. Peter to process them into Heaven.


While waiting, they begin to wonder: Could they possibly get married in Heaven?


When St. Peter showed up, they asked him.

St. Peter says, ‘I don’t know. This is the first time anyone has asked. Let me go find out,’ and he leaves.


The couple sat and waited, and waited. Two months passed and the couple are still waiting.


As they waited, they discussed that if they were allowed to get married in Heaven, what was the eternal aspect of it all. ‘What if it doesn’t work?’ they wondered, ‘Are we stuck together forever?’


After yet another month, St. Peter finally returns, looking somewhat bedraggled.


‘Yes, you can get married in Heaven.’ he informs the couple,


‘Great, but we were just wondering, what if things don’t work out?’ said the couple. ‘Could we also get a divorce in Heaven?’


St. Peter, red-faced with anger, slams his clipboard onto the ground.


‘What’s wrong?’ asked the frightened couple.


‘OH, COME ON! It took me three months to find a priest up here!’ St. Peter shouts. ‘Do you have any idea how long it’ll take me to find a Lawyer?’


I got a pumpkin that ISN’T a pumpkin…WTF

So we went to the Middle East store where we get a lot of our stuff and I pickup up my pumpkin, nice, round, orange.  I left it out uncut as decor then I decided it was time to cut it up, cook it and use it.

Well, it isn’t a pumpkin.  What the Hell is it??  It is some time of winter squash, it reminds me of spaghetti squash, kind of stringy when you pull it apart.

So now I have at least 16 cups of some kind of squash, aaauuuugghh!

Looking up recipes for squash related items.  So far made a soup base,

Squash, little bit of carrots (so I didn’t have to throw them away) and veggie stock.  Used 4 cups of squash, didn’t even make a dent in the amount I have!

Made a squash rum spice bread loaf, pretty darn good if I say so my self.  Squash is not sweet like a pumpkin, definitely squashy.