Pajama Day At Work

Here is a new experience for me, could have been a social disaster too. I took the day after Christmas off work so I wasn't there for the "attire announcement". Ruth (co-worker and partner in crime) sent me a text message on Wednesday morning (Dec 26th) "we can wear PJ's to work tomorrow". Sounded like a fun switch to things. But then my next thought was the same thing my son expressed out loud.... the fear that it was all a trick on me. I'd show up to work in pajamas and be the only fool there in them. So I replied back with... "are you gonna wear them?"...

Ruth: "probably" ...
me: "ok but if you don't you BETTER tell me"...
Ruth: "i will i promise"...
me: "i'll go today and get something suitable for public viewing lol".

You see... I don't wear 'pajamas' to sleep in nor have anything else "gowns, etc" that I would wear out in public. I wanted to fit in and not be the only not wearing PJ's. And I did like the idea of something different.. besides the 'sapphire blue' scrubs we wear everyday in the office. So I went and bought PJ's to wear to work.

I got up and got ready as usual the next day... same routines but just headed out the door with cute pink flannel pajamas on instead of my "blues". My hubby informs me "you need to stop at the pharmacy on the way home & pick up a couple of prescriptions I called in this morning." (ARE YOU KIDDING ME??)

"I'm in pajamas!"... And??? (insert his blank stare here)

Gimmie a break.. there was no way I was going inside of a Super Kroger store dressed like that. I know some people don't mind going out in public looking like they just got out of bed... I on the other hand DID mind. I think the prescriptions could have waited til I changed out of the night cloths lol.

I go in to work and only Ruth and I have followed through completely. Everyone else was either just dressed down or wearing a poor excuse for PJ's (lounge pants or sweat pants). I don't care if it is "what you sleep in". That wasn't the plan here... I didn't wear what I normally sleep in either! I don't wear flannel pajamas either but I 'dressed the part'.

Halfway through the day, someone gets the big idea for all the girls in the office to go out to dinner together to Olive Garden RIGHT AFTER WORK! Could things get any worse???

From now on I either .. a.) choose not to participate in the alternative clothing activities in the office, or ... b.) wear normal clothes in to work... change there only AFTER i see who all is actually participating... and then change out of them before leaving work lol

A Cat's Christmas

So what do you get a cat who has everything? I usually get my cat, Beanie, a gift at Christmas too. I was stumped this year. The poor cat got nothing. I mean... you can only buy so much for cats... furry mice (which he rolls his eyes at.. what kinda challenge is a motionless mouse?), round-rolly-jingleballs (which makes MY eyes roll... I am not laying awake at night listening to balls rolling around the kitchen/living room floor jingling... not again lol), he already has a cat tower with a cubby hole and an ample supply of catnip... which takes a very small 'hit' to have him spaced out and hallucinating...
And this cat, who already has his own hand held Massager (held by our human hands of course lol). We call it the "Brater" Yes.. my cat has a massaging vibrator. We thought we'd get a freaked out 'what-the-heck-are-you-doing' reaction when it was put on his back. Joke was on us. Now he INSISTS on a 'treatment' every night at bedtime.
He knows where it's kept. When we go to bed at night, he pounces up on the bed... runs to the head of the bed and looks from the drawer of the nightstand to my husband and back and forth endlessly until he gets it out... as if to say 'what are you waiting on? it's RIGHT THERE! Talk about a spoiled cat. I hardly get my back scratched, let alone massaged nightly. I'm gonna try lookin into his eyes and purring tonight... maybe I'll get a turn with the Brater.

Weird IM Messages

Okay I just thought I'd share something really weird that happened to me yesterday.... and hasn't stopped. I got this random message from a stranger on Yahoo messenger, no big deal, I know... happens a lot. But this one has me wondering, guessing, thinkin.... We'll assume the info given to me is the truth here okay? Anyway...

"Samuel" is 17 yr old male from Ghana (how he stumbled onto my profile, I have no clue). His mother died when he was young, father abandoned him and he lives with his grandmother (has for years from what i gathered). He has a younger sister too that he loves very much. (Nothing out of the ordinary here so far huh? Let's go on.) After a few "getting to know you questions" from Samuel.... i.e. Are you married? (Yes I'm married.), Do you have any kids? (Yes I do - a 16 yr old son and 2 older step-daughters married and on their own.),... This is where 'weirdness' kicks in lol...

"So you're old enough to be my mother then?" ummm yes I am (must not have read ANYTHING about me on the yahoo profile lol) ... "Can I call you mom? I don't have a mom" ... (is he serious? I'm a total stranger on the internet... you can be ANYONE on the internet lol) ... I have to say now though that my son feels certain someone is "messin with me" and I should 'call the bluff'... 'play his game, til he's bored with it" lol...

SO.... I said "LOL, yeah sure, I guess, whatever" ....... (mistake no. 1 lol)

So now I get IM message left for me offline... AND an email today "How are you today mom?" (not givin up easy on this game is he? lol)

And the kicker.... the most recent msg... "Tell everyone there hi for me and my little brother too" (LOL .... of course i told my son his brother said hi!!! )

I'm used to the the 'random-drive-by-flirty-messages' though.. not this kinda thing... I end up blocking the ones who don't care if you're married... I'm not sure how to handle this kinda friend-searcher. Any thoughts? Ideas? Suggested responses? lol

Whippin' the cat!

My cat is jealous of my computer time. This is the most out of character thing I know of for a cat. Aren't cats supposed to just let you know when they want to eat... but pretty much otherwise be 'loners'? I've always heard they aren't at all 'people cats'. I mean, who wants a pet that comes to you and pays any attention to you, on THEIR terms? I always wanted a dog. (We'll get to that another day.) I have a cat who INSISTS on being the center of my attention and will deal out repercussions if necessary. When I come home from work everyday, he's waiting on his cat tree in the living room window (My hubby swears he can tell time and knows when it's time for mom to be home! lol) I walk by him, sitting in the window and 4 feet farther upon opening up the front door, he's at my feet. I hear immediately about how bad his day has been... all he's had to endure. He rubs up against me and cries for all the attention he's missed all day... even if he's been babied all day by someone. He'll follow me from room to room and answers every question asked... "Did you have a bad day Beanie?"... "Yeow". The poor thing suffers daily neglect... "Did daddy & Adam ignore you again today?"... "Yeow". When supper if fixed, chores done and any errands ran... I sit down at the computer most evenings, even if for a short time. Yes, he follows me there. But he will allow only a few brief minutes of your attention to be on the monitor. When he's had enough... and he WILL have "enough"... you will know it. At first you only feel a brush of he teeth on your skin, that's all the warning you get. He doesn't like to hear 'no Beanie' either. The "mouse hand" (my right hand) is "Ground Zero" for this cat. He unleashes all his fury on that hand/arm... a tiny nip, turns to him gnawing on your arm like beef jerkey. I have a "status" on my messenger window that says what I've so felt like doing when I have to stop what I'm doing and put him down... "Whippin' the cat - BRB". Talk about a conversation starter! lol

Cat's Diary

How many, by a show of hands, is owned by a cat? If you have one you understand that question completely! YOUR life is not your own. For example... were my cat to keep a diary I imagine a recent entry might go something like this...

I absolutely hate closed doors.. ANY closed doors... bedroom doors... BATHROOM doors. To properly patrol the grounds, I have to have complete, unhindered access to all areas. Thank goodness we're a close family, my people and me. No need for an alarm clock, when it's time for breakfast, I'll let them know. I have found that the most effective way to rouse my people is by the sound of claws scratching at the bedroom door. (Never mind the fact that the door wasn't supposed to have been closed to begin with.) 


I have found that my male person responds almost immediately. The usual response is "yes Beanie, I'm coming". Although at times it can take a 2nd and 3rd attempt of door scratching to fully arouse him and make him actually emerge from the sleeping room and begin the morning ritual of fresh water, fresh crunchies and a can of that soft, delicious food. The training process isn't terribly long. 

However this morning, I received a most disturbing response from my male person. Upon finding the door to the sleeping room closed, yet again, I scratched quite loudly. My male person replied with "Who is it?" I was quite stunned at his response and realized he was trying to play some silly little game with me. Breakfast is a serious matter and not a time to play. After patrolling the grounds throughout the night while my people slept, THIS is the response I get? 

I simply refused to play the game. I knew he would be disappointed and even more, curious at how I was reacting. I simply walked slowly away from the door, down the hall, without any further scratches. Let's see if he likes the game I choose as he bends over to refill the water and food bowl. He will NOT be asking "who is it?"… I assure you that.

Stuffing the cat

So many teenagers today can't WAIT to move out. I've heard some plan for the move on their 18th birthday even. Are we THAT BAD of parents?? I have a 16 year old that is quite comfortable at home... and I'm glad. I shudder at the thought of him moving out. Sure, I enjoy the quiet times when he's gone overnight at times. What mother doesn't enjoy some quiet time. But to think one of those overnight trips one day will be permanent, doesn't make me giddy inside. It terrifies me. I don't want him to stay this age and never be independent. But the nurturing side of me doesn't want to lose that. I have a great relationship with my son. He says he's not gonna move out until he's 42. Okay, I'm not sure I'm going for THAT either. But he did tell me on the way to Wal-Mart the other day, he wasn't going anywhere as long as Beanie was around. (That's his 5yr old identity-crisis cat.. his 'little brother'... we'll save that info. for another post). Then it hit me! I asked him, "So you'll stay at home as long as Beanie is there?". "Yes" he replied. I think I'll have the cat stuffed.