I hate Roaches

Nasty Ass Tree Roach

Yesterday I had an interview and while waiting for my appointment I noticed a roach in the lobby crawling its way along the wall...towards me.

I hate roaches.  I hate them so much that after I kill them I won’t pick them up.  I have actually called my mom to come over to my house and pick them up for me.  I don’t do that any more. Now I use a vacuum cleaner to suck up their nasty, dead carcasses.  Emptying the container is another ordeal but I manage.

In the past when I killed roaches I use to use one can of Raid for one roach.  You just need to make sure they are dead. I mean, if they can survive a nuclear bomb explosion then you just need to be sure, that's all I'm saying. 

I don't use Raid anymore because I have two kitteths now. 

I don't want to exterminate them in the process. Anyway, the kittehs like playing with these nasty ass things until they are dead, which is fine by me.  I have my own roach assassins.  Purrfect.  Except for the times when they leave the carcass on my bed.  I actually had to throw out two blankets that were on my bed because they left their "gift" right there.  I'm breaking out in a cold sweat just thinking about it now.

I don't use shoes to squish them either because then I would have to throw out the shoes.  Why would anyone want to walk around with roach guts smeared on the bottom of their shoes. That's just disgusting.

Someone once told me my fear was irrational and that they can’t kill me.  Well duh! Yes they can!  I could have a heart attack from the fear of just seeing them or I might try to run away, slip and conk my head on the floor and slip silently into a coma (probably with a roach crawling all over me while waiting for someone to discover my body).  Irrational my ass!

Tiny Nasty German Roach

These things are nasty and ugly and scary looking. The thing is these are tree roaches, not the tiny roaches that live in your house cause your dirty.  They come in side your house during the hottest time in summer cause they discovered we have air conditioning.  They also come inside during the coldest part of the year because we have heat.  I could dump a bunch of toxic chemicals around and inside the house to keep them out but again its my kitteths i worry about.

But I digress.  So I was waiting for my interview and see this roach crawling towards me.  Trying not to panic and cause a scene I get up and go to the restroom.  After a few minutes have passed and thinking the roach has made its way out of its trajectory of heading towards me, I return to the lobby.  Just as I am walking in, the man I am to interview with is in the lobby. Seeing the roach, he steps on it and immediately afterwards wants to shake my hand.  For the next hour I am sitting in a interview with a man that has roach guts on the bottom of his shoe and that's the only thing I can think about.

I hate roaches. 

 

Sucka!

Over a week ago I dropped off Maddie the foster dog at the shelter (who by the way did get adopted rather quickly) and as  I was walking out the door I was flagged down and asked to take in Max the Toxic Foster Cat.  He needed extra help getting over his cold that the shelter couldn't give. With the "sucker" burning bright on my forehead how could I say no? 

Max the Toxic Foster Cat

Every time he sneezed a snot tsunami came raining down.  I got a face full of it a time or two.  That's just gross.  Well after a week of meds and a vaporizer he is now all better, no need for a hazmat suit.  He breathes through is nose and sleeps in my lap. 

I did not tell my kittehs that Max is here, however they sort of figured it out when they heard him meowing for attention through the door.  I think I might be in trouble.

Angry Baelor

Your getting sleepy...very sleepy

Having trouble sleeping?  According to reports people who stretched  15 to 30 minutes a day helped cut back on sleep problems by 30%.  The stretching helps to relieve stress and muscle aches making it easier for you to drift off to sleep. 

I guess Stretch Armstrong was in a perpetual state of coma given his line of work.

Happy dreams.

Eye see you now!

Maddie the foster dog and I made it through the holiday!  Yesterday she went back to the shelter to be spayed and get the rest of her hair cut. 


This was Maddie before:

And this is after:

Holy Cow, she has eyes!


In a couple of days Maddie will return to the shelter so she can take part in the big Christmas adoption campaign at Neiman Marcus.  I know someone will snatch her up in all her cuteness.  I sure am gonna miss her though. But I must say, I learned a lot from her. 


As  I mentioned before, Maddie was a cruelty case.  She was rescued from a bad situation and in spite of all she has gone through she still loves people, she still loves life.  She doesn't lay down and wallow in self pity and cry over where she came from or what she went through. 

Each morning she gets up and has this big grin on her face and a wag in her tail.  The day is met with enthusiasm.  She does the dance of joy when she is fed dry, crunchy kibbles.  She is over the moon with squish hugs. 

Why is it the human race is considered the smartest of all the species yet most of us can't manage to look at life the way Maddie the foster dog does?

Funny, I got another foster pet because I was feeling down about my situation; wallowing around in the self pity and self loathing.  And here comes this dog to teach me a lesson about living life now.

Karma...its a .....

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The other day I was reading a post by a blogger i like to follow.  He told a story about how he almost killed himself at the gym.  Well, I laughed.  He is a great story teller and he painted a really great picture but I think a part of me knows deep down I have a warped sense of humor and tend to laugh at peoples pain. Sad to admit but true.

Last night I was out walking Maddie the foster dog when I slipped in mud and fell face down in middle of it. Not once. Twice. 

Thankfully all my neighbors were outside and witnessed my face planting. Both times.

That karma will get you every time.