Where’s Waldo??

Or better yet…..Where’s Moo? Take a look at the picture and see if you can find her?

Did you find her?? That’s not a life-like ornament folks, that’s Moo the pain-in-my-booty kitten. You know it’s the holiday season when your cat is in a tree……in the house!! I have no idea how we will keep any ornaments on our tree this year. It’s going to be quite the Griswold Christmas adventure around here, I can see it now.

 

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Filter or no filter

I met Matt in 2003. At the time, the teenager was a cute chubby little 6yr old ball of fun. Like most children, she had no filter on her conversations. I sure did love that kid though and was quickly falling for her daddy too.

She's actually 9 in this picture..I didn't have a digital camera yet when I met her at 6yr old!

One particular day as we were all sitting around the house, that cute little squishy face asked me “When are you and my daddy gonna get married? “Was this adorable? Yes! Was it awkward as I sat there wide eyed, mouth agape trying to come up with an appropiate answer for a 7yr old? YES!!! I had only known Matt for a mere 4-5 months and I think marriage was the last thing on my mind. (His too considering we didn’t wed for 7 more years!)
I think Matt was appalled that she would even ask this question and for sure thought he would never see me again, what with my running for the hills and all. LOL!
I love kids though and have been around them my entire life and I know their minds and was in no way offended. It was awkward though! 
 
Another wonderful time with little squishy face, involved her bringing up the dreaded “ex”. Oh yes my friends, this little ball of joy brought up the ex in such a manner that it was awkward for all involved. She simply wanted to know if her daddy remembered the time they did this with “her” and it caused complete silence to ensue. I’m no silly jealous girl though and wasn’t bothered by it all. I wasn’t silly enough to think Matt had no ex’s and that this little cutie had never had another woman in her life. 
 

Me and the Teen years ago. (She made us get matching shirts!)

 
What is it about kids that cause them to say the worst things at the worst moment? We think they have no idea, but is this actually true. It seems more like they DO know exactly what they are doing and just like to see adults squirm!
All these years later that little squishy kid has grown into a beautiful teenager and guess what?? Still no filter! I cringe sometimes when we are conversing with strangers.
 
I sure do love her though with all my heart and soul, filter or no filter.
 
So tell me, do you kids have a filter? If so, how did you install it? If not, tell me about an awkward moment in time.
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Trips to Walmart

If you have been reading my blog for any certain amount of time, you should know by now that I blog about anything and everything and sometimes even nothing. Today’s post is just for fun!

I was looking through some old pictures for a project I am doing and I noticed multiple trips to walmart and even one to Ikea where we had maybe a little too much fun while there. Let the pictures speak for themselves…..

This last one was a fun trip to Ikea. Roomie is a major goof!

So honestly, how would you react to seeing any of these things take place? I would be thinking – peopleofwalmart.com but alas, these are MY people of Walmart so I didn’t send the photos. That’s cheating! We do have fun though!

Yes, today is a mindless silly post, but, it’s Tuesday and sometimes Tuesday can be more of a drag than Monday! Oh, and I’m tired. It’s hard to not be silly when you’re tired!

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Texts from a drunken night

I was in Niagra Falls recently and it just so happened that my entire family (From my dad’s side) was going to be there. All of us together. This would be the first time in about 15 years. So yes, we had some fun.

The only members of my family missing happened to be my husband and the teenager who both stayed behind. Our 10 animals needed a babysitter and the teenager had school.

The point of this post is the fun of drunken texts. I had a little too much fun on our last night there while Matt was home having a little too much fun of his own. The two of us mostly communicated through texts and I want to share them with all of you.

Me: There are weirdos here!

Matt: I love you and I can’t feel my toes

Me: I live you top, Th toes/ my face!

Matt: Huh?

Later……

Me: Is everyone sloping ghetto

Me: In f**ked too. Since king 4birds age

Me: My phone is suing?

Me: fuing

Me: dieing

Matt: 4birds age?? double you tee eff

Later….

Me: I can home Fri cornfield. In from. I ythinkb it passes out not

Me: I lib you too

Me: Please remember to take cat of aminals

Matt: What’s up with a cornfiwld?

Later…..

Me: I Dublin! I’m have to Gordon. Sleep. I’ve been up since ten and drink sombre 4. Bed fog me. I love job and hold job Gabriel s good hint. PleDged be good any art you red lly film! I miss oh. A bunches.

So there is some of what was said between the two of us on this wonderous night! Drunk texting and auto correct do not mix. I wonder what it would have looked like without Autocorrect!

Do you have any great drunken texts? Send them our way! I’d love to compare. Plus…they make me laugh!

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A small Griswold incident brought so many smiles

We were sitting on our front porch last night chatting and catching up with each other as we often do. Matt had a nice full cup of Pepsi from the gas station sitting on the table next to him.

I true Griswold fashion, as he went to sit, somehow at the perfect moment, his arm hit the cup and sent it falling downward. It slipped in between his bottom and the chair at precisely the right moment. It was too late to stop and his booty crushed the cup as it crashed down upon its delicate styrofoam body.

The result was a wet, sticky mess. Oh and also, Matt’s cute little bottom was soaked through with cold Pepsi.

So what lesson did we learn? Oh that’s right…that even in the simplest of times, we are Griswold’s and the laws of Griswold nature are that something will get you and you can never hide from the Griswold factor!

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It’s National F**K with Roomie Day

August 2nd has officially become our own personal holiday. We declared August 2nd to be National F**k with Roomie day.
The day started out with a demon baby hanging from the ceiling outside his bedroom door. This little cutie was there to greet him and wish him a good morning before he left for work. This beautiful baby was suspended from the ceiling to greet Roomie right at face level.

I will eat you!

For some reason Matt’s brother and another friend also decided to celebrate National F**K with roomie day. This was not actually discussed between any of us. Everyone had their own plot and agenda for the day.
The boys came over in the afternoon while roomie was away at work with multiple rolls of tin foil. Their evil deed involved covering roomie’s entire new truck in tin foil. They covered every single piece of the inside and outside of his truck! Roomie has not even been able to register the truck yet! It was so neat looking that the neighbors also stopped by to take pictures.

Now, any normal person might stop right there and think well a good morning scare and a tin foil truck is probably good enough. Any normal person would stop right there, kick up their feet to a job well done and wait for the victim to see their hard work. You however, step into the Griswold realm of reality and we do not “stop right there at a job well done”, oh no my friends!

We proceeded to spend at least the next hour filling balloon after bloody balloon (roughly 800!) with the precious air from our lungs to fill as much of roomie’s bedroom as we could. It was a team effort and was hard work. The teenager threw in her 2 cents as well with streamers o fun!
The finished product was just glorious!

To top it off, roomie had to potty in more ways than one and came home to find the fruits of our labor had completely blocked his bathroom door. He literally disappeared into a sea of balloons before emerging again unsuccessful in his mission.
Roomie will be popping balloons and unwrapping his tin foil truck for days or maybe even weeks. I expected to hear giggles every time we hear a balloon pop and maybe even when we hear the tin foil song of our leftovers.

I look forward to National F**k with roomie day of 2012. Time to start plotting now for bigger and better things!

However we must keep in mind that F**k with Krystal, Matt, Teenager and all other friends & family day has in the past and may again arise at any point without warning. Ahh Griswold life is entertaining !

He looks much happier than he actually was!

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Happy Birthday Crash…Here’s your Gift

Our puppy turned one this month. He was born one year ago, and honestly, the toddler in him has been beginning to show. We discussed the fact that it was time for Crash to lose some of his man parts. It’s quite a brutal tradition, I know, but it’s usually necessary in domesticated animals. They become wild beasts and if he were to slip past someone and get out! Oh my! No more puppies please!

So alas, the appointment needed to be made and I was in charge of this task. I was speaking with the vet’s office and making the appointment. The available date was July 13th. It didn’t hit me until she asked me for Crash’s birth-date. “Ohhh shoot! His birthday is actually the 13th” I tell her. After a short giggle and joke from each of us, I kept the 13th appointment, I mean, he has no idea it’s his birthday….right?

Now, if anyone else has ever had an animal “fixed” and had to deal with the dreaded cone, then you understand before even reading this why it’s the “dreaded cone”.

My poor guy, they brought him out to me all drugged and weighted down with this cone around his head. I could hear them coming down the hall. My pup with his head dragging and the cone scraping the ground and the vet coaxing him to raise his head. It was quite comical to hear. My pup was all stressed out and he has a puddle of drool and hair inside his nasty little cone. It was a LONG trip home.

Once home, he continued to drag his little head and crash into things. Once he would crash into something, he just froze there and waited for assistance. It was pathetic actually and sad that it was his birthday, however, it’s one we will always remember.

It was the next day when we finally had a little birthday celebration. (which yes, I know is way more for us than for him!)

It turned out to be a happy little birthday after all, and I don’t think he even remembers that on his actual birthday he gave away his boys.

Anyone else have funny birthday stories? What about funny stories about the “dreaded cone”?

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Updated Post Information:

A reader commented that it would be funny to visualize my hubby with the “cone” around his neck. I agreed 100%!

Living up to your name

We don’t give our animals people names. We try to name them things that we like, that are easy for them to understand and flow well when you call them to you.

We have Clohe, Clover, Frady, Moo, Zaira, Crash, Sox, Fenway and Karma. (Dogs, cats & ferrets).

We got all of our animals when they were babies and we usually name them within a couple of days.

Frady Cat was 1 of 4 that my mom and I rescued and fostered about 5 years ago. We named all 4 of the babies and Matt dubbed Frady with the name “Frady Cat” because it seemed cool to have a cat named Frady Cat. We decided to keep 2 of those 4 kittens and Frady was one of them. We had no idea what a perfect name we had chosen for this little guy.

Frady Cat is literally a Frady Cat! He lives most of his life in a cabinet. When he comes out of the cabinet he never leaves the room the cabinet is located in. This is a cabinet on a large computer desk. We keep the cat food and water and litter in the room with this desk because he doesn’t come out of the room! If you were to come visit, you would find him in his cabinet. He has a hair collection growing in there. It’s hard to clean it out because he is always in there hiding from the world!

We also unknowingly chose a perfect name for Crash. Matt picked Crash up from a far away place and drove him home when he was 3 months. On the way home, Matt passed a car crash that had just happened on the side of the road and pulled over to help. He felt that Crash would be a neat name because of that little moment together and he thought Crash sounded like a pretty cool dog name. Once again, once we decided on the name Crash, we had no idea how perfect it would actually be for a new little guy.


Within a few days of giving him his name he showed us his colors. He became something of a bull in a china shop. He crashes into everything, the walls, the furniture, and people too! He just mows everything in his path down.

He is actually just about to crash into Matt's leg!

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Spoonerism? What’s a Spoonerism?

According to Wikipedia a spoonerism is: A spoonerism is an error in speech or deliberate play on words in which corresponding consonants, vowels, or morphemes are switched.

My husband is a pro at accidental spoonerisms. We want to share some of the ones that had us literally crying with laughter.

Who’s going to Turk the Cookie?

Translates to: Who’s going to cook the turkey?

Go shake a tower!

Translates to: Go take a shower!

Nucky Dirtles

Translates to: Dirty Knuckles

Fats and Carrots

Translates to: Cats and Ferrets

Stoop the poopid dog

Translates to: Poop the stupid dog (meaning take the dog out to poop)

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Sh*t my dog did

Sooo sweet

That’s Crash, he’s our American Bulldog. He was born on July 13, 2010 so he’s technically still a puppy. Doesn’t he look like the cutest, most innocent baby you’ve ever seen!? When he was little he was so sweet and cuddly. Then he started to grow, and grow and then grow some more. We should have known that something THAT cute was too good to be true!

He got soooo big! He’s now about 70 pounds and can stand on his back feet at almost 5 feet tall!!

So as Crash was growing, he became quite destructive. He destroyed dog toys, some DVD’s, shoes, my jewelry,dog collars (like the awesome RED SOX  one in his picture below) and tons of shoe laces. You know, pretty much anything he could get his mouth on.

We learned a valuable lesson and started tucking EVERYTHING away somewhere he couldn’t get it.

Innocent Looks are Deceiving

What happened next was a little more destructive and not so easily replaced. He started on the couch. It was a gradual process. He worked on this every couple days until he finished.

He also liked fish rocks. He ripped the bag apart and even ate plenty of those rocks. They were stored away in the cabinet below the fish tank but he figured out how to open the cabinet. He ate the rocks and ruined all the bottles of chemicals for the tank (no, he did not ingest or consume any of them luckily).

That's fish rocks on the rug

Oh, so back to that gradual couch process. The next series of pictures shows what the couch looks like now. He finally took care of all those pesky cushions. Who needs those? You can also see some wonderful wall damage he wanted to leave for us. This breed loves to push, pull, tug and destroy so he has toys and activities outside as well as toys inside that we hoped would quench that thirst. No. That was not the case. Crash loves his toys but even more, he LOVES a nice couch ! He even seems a bit proud when caught re-designing. He looks at you happy and smiling like “Hey guys !…Come see what I made !”.

The after couch

Yes, that’s correct, the cute little guy you see below did that to our couch. He seems to like it better this way, although we don’t actually agree with him. Does anyone agree? You could borrow my little designer for a few days if you want to. So he’s our not so little destroyer, creator of chaos, our monster but somehow he’s still sweet and we love him.

So, has your wonderfully innocent pet done anything this kind for you? Tell us about it.

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