Have you ever heard anyone say the fur's gonna fly? Yesterday these two idiots got to fighting. Yes, the younger one [Trip] started it as usual. I could see it in him, sometimes he gets into these moods and invariably jumps Cuddles. Well, they went at it and by the time I got it broken up there was cat fur every where, literally. Black and white blotches of fur all over the floor. I had to sweep there was so much of it. I'm surprised that either one of them aren't naked there was so much fur on the floor. I swear these two are crazy as all get out. Though Cuddles has more smarts than Trip. A while back Trip decided that he didn't want to be in the house anymore, and waited by the front door to dodge out. It was 5am. and I didn't see him go out at all. He hadn't been out more than a minute when I hear him meow and the dogs started after him. He ran at least three times around the house before I realized what happened and got outside to rescue him. Lately he's been hanging around the door, but shows no other signs of wanting out. Cuddles was at one time an out door cat, and he would have had enough sense to get away from the trailer.
I love mother, she's always wanting me to call and let her know how the Baby and I am doing. But every time I call someone is either on the phone or online [dial up]. Or they aren't there. Tell me how can I talk to her when that's the case? I guess it's like she doesn't think. She talks a lot but she doesn't think about what she's saying too much. I think it's funny, my hubby was alright until we decided to get married and have kids. Now she can't stand him. This I don't understand. If you like a person, you like a person; if you don't, you don't. What she woke up one morning and said ooh I don't think I like him very much. Also the first thing she said to me after the baby was born was "Just don't have another one right away." What's that mean? Isn't that our or the Good Lord's choice? This is where you get off. Your time of running my life [when you can't even handle yours] is over. I'm nearly 30 and she's still wanting to tell me how to live my life. If I'd leave him, she'd jump up and shout and praise God. As much as she dislikes her adopted mother; she's just as controlling. Yeah, Grandma was bad about that stuff... she always wanted mom to leave dad. She finally gave up when I was Ten and my Bro. was born. She told her that if she wouldn't leave him she'd have him fixed! Isn't that just crazy? Don't get me wrong, she's my mother. And I'll do the Christian thing and take care of her if something were to happen to Dad. But sometimes she drives me insane. I really do love my family in spite of it all, and they are foremost in my mind. Some time though I just need to sound off.
Our washing machine has quit, so for the next few days I'm either going to have to wash by hand or take them to a laundry mat [I'll wash]. Oh, it's not the first washer that's made me have to wash clothes by hand. I remember the time when mom was washing her comforter that Aunt Mildred made for her and the washer quit on the rinse. It never did pump the dirty water out. Dad had to fix the stupid thing when he got home. She's like how am I going to wash this, now? I just gathered it up in a clothes basket and took it to the bathroom. Filled the tub up and washed it out. She always swore that it got cleaner than it ever did in the washer. It's true too. If you really want your clothes to get clean, and your whites to be white, hand wash them. They will be almost as white as the day you bought them. Serious, have you ever opened the lid and seen how nasty the wash water is? Or how nasty the last rinse water is? If you do you'll never wonder "why didn't my clothes get clean" again. So the next few days [or until we can get a new one] I've got to figure out how to fit hand washing in between feeding the baby, and anything else I've got to do that day.
