Dippy eggs

Jenny is loving dippy eggs lately. To all of you that are like "what is dippy eggs?" well, that is a term we picked up in Altoona. Not sure if I can give the North credit for this slang term or maybe just Altoona? (they do have their own collection of hilarious slang in Toon town) Anyway it was the first place we had ever heard a fried egg called dippy egg. It makes sense to me since you dip your toast into your runny egg yolk. (yeah.... they are eating toast in Altoona and NOT biscuits) And since dippy eggs makes sense, then I like it. So it has stuck with me, even though I might use it in a sentence like this "Will I'm fixin ta make sum dippy eggs ....yownt sum?"
What can i say? I've spent the majority of my life down here in the back woods.
Anyway Jenny will eat her dippy egg and toast covered in yellow goo and say "uuuuuuum, yummy!"
(but she says that about every kind of food she sees-- even Clifford's dog bone on TV)
(Jenny has to eat toast like a yankee cause her momma don't know nothin bout makin no biscuits)

Another Altoona word that I decided to switch over to is scrapple. Not that I EVER buy it, but I was told that scrapple is similar to souse meat. Except it should be noted that, unlike souse, people in PA actually really like scrapple. You might say that they like it as much as we like sausage. (Don't really know anybody who digs souse meat)

If you southern girls don't know what souse meat really is, take a look in the deli meat section next time you're grocery shopping. There it will be next to those square slices of processed ham with specks of cheese stuck in it---(man did I used to dig that ham as a child.) From what I've been told, souse meat/scrapple is like all the leftovers at the end of a long hard day in a slaughterhouse. Uuuuummm Yummy! Therefore once again I like the word scrapple cause it makes sense..... it is "scraps". Besides, the word souse just really makes me queasy.Souse meat before it is deli sliced............. and eaten cold on a sandwich?

Scrapple before it is fried..... and apparently eaten like a sausage patty?

Don't get any ideas ----let me make it clear that I am NOT craving either of these due to the bun in the oven.

no he DIDN'T

i cannot believe that it finally happened today.
i felt sure that although he is a total PUNK, he knew better than to ever ever do THAT............

Little Dee peed on the couch!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

What a nightmare.
This afternoon I was relaxing, surfing while Jenny napped. I just barely heard the tiny wisp, wisp of Deester's heathern clawless paws as he attempted to "bury" something.

This sound always makes me jolt up ---even if in a dead sleep--- particularly if I can tell that he is NOT in the laundry room (his private bathroom). This tiny burying sound means almost with certainty that Dee has deposited some little gift elsewhere in our home (perhaps puke, which I am more forgiving of). (I should specify that it IS a rarity, and I do not have some sort of pee maniac on my hands.)

Anyway back to the horror---upon realization of the tiny wisp, wisp, I was up from the computer chair in a flash. My eyes scanned the den with lightning speed. Oh how crushed I was to see that hairy mancat of ours "burying" on top of Hank's deluxe couch cover on the loveseat. All of you who have frequented my home ---yes I am talking about the tan suede-y loveseat.
It was clear that he had committed this crime hours ago. Back to the scene like a typical criminal.

After careful inspection, Will and I decided to take the covers off the cushions and machine wash. That turned out fine (although we don't know yet if they have shrunk) Cleaning the foam part of the cushions is a little more complex. Haven't decided my plan of action yet.

After the beating of a lifetime, Little Dee sat calmly perched on top of the tan chair gazing out the front window and occasionally turning his head to watch me flip out tearing apart the loveseat.

A cat's lack of fear is quite irritating. You know, if a dog was in trouble he would shy away with his tail between his legs and wince and whine in the corner. I was unzipping my cushions, wondering how much longer I'd have to whoop him to get him to cower in fear (if ever)? That might make me a little happy.

I have to admit I was playing with fire making a special place for Hank to sleep on the loveseat, when about a dozen times Dee has peed on Hank's bed as an act of defiance.
I was not ever sure if he was mad at Hank, or just mad at me? And since the beds were on the floor I took it that he was "doing me a favor" not peeing directly on the carpet. Because he has also been known to do other "favors" by peeing on a laundry pile, rug or bathmat on the floor.
Nevertheless, he had not ever resorted to the loveseat or couch, and Hank has been sleeping on them on and off since 2004.
So many months ago, I boldly decided Hank could claim the loveseat with his special cover that his Grandma Phi Phi made. I mean he is a really fine fine dog.

Now here we are on this day and I have to refrain from killing my own cat. Lots of you will say, "just chunk him outside and hope for the best."
#1-- I just can't do that. I mean one day Jenny might pee on the couch or worse and i won't chunk her outside.
#2-- About 4 years ago I made the decision to declaw that fatty, and then and there I had to commit to not ever chunking him out into the wilderness.

Later this evening while the cushion covers were in the dryer, I was loading the dishwasher. Jenny was standing next to me with her hands together saying Amen about a dozen times. Then she said her very first prayer ever:
"Dur Gah,
Dee.
Amen."

She must have known that he is in hot, hot water and he needs the prayers.

Dee and Jenny in June 2008

p.s. On a happier note, Cherry Garcia ice cream was on sale at walmart today!!! Had to make the purchase and gobble it up.

what a good man

my homer simpson card has an actual paragraph written by Will in it!!!!
flowers always inspire me to clean off the kitchen table.

pining away

we have been sick. jenny is almost 100% now, but i am like 50%. uuugghh. (will is lucky.... running at about 85%).
i was wondering what year can i expect to be able to take nyquil again. you might know that nyquil is one of my true loves.
one might think that once you are not prego anymore you can take it? no, then there's nursing. even if no nursing, you've still got to be awake every other hour for months (which feel like centuries)
then after that? still you've got to be able to get up with that baby if you are needed............... til they are like 6 yrs old potentially. i mean if they come into your room and say "i wet the bed" do you really want to be Nyquil Momma who tells them to "stick it"?
so if this current bun is my last child (which that is not the plan BTW)....... then i'm looking at the yr 2015 for a reunion with the nyquil.
lets not even talk about the teen yrs to come-- when you probably can't take the nyquil cause then you aren't able to hear them sneaking out of the house etc etc. definitely can't depend on will's ears ---he sleeps very hard already.