Gross Things-Volume 1

For those of you who think I might keep a perfect house-it is now time for me to inform you that you are sadly mistaken. Over the next few days, I am going to get really real about what goes on in the Potholes and Pantyhose homestead.
Today, I am about to show you something that is rather embarrassing.

We have two very wonderful, but very furry kitties. I love the fur on their bodies. I don’t love it all over everything in my house. It’s gross.
But since they do super cute things like this, they are easily forgiven and doted over.

 

Change the scene to my sleeping habits. In typical girl fashion, I sleep under two extra blankets to Bicep’s one. Today was the day to wash aforementioned blankets.
I pulled what you see pictured here from my lint trap after blanket number one went through the dryer.

 

This is from one blanket. This is not built up over time. I clean out the lint trap with each load-I am totally anal about this.

 

This is disgusting. This is what I’ve been sleeping under.

 

This is pure fur.
The cats have managed to make a blanket for themselves out of their own fur.
It’s almost beautifully poetic, except that it is completely gross.

I almost didn’t show you this, for fear of judgement. But, it’s just too amazing though to keep to myself. I hope you enjoyed today’s “Gross Things-Volume 1”.

Don’t worry-there will be more Gross Things very soon.

Guilty Pleasures

Dear Readers:
I have a confession to make. I am a simple girl in a materialistic world. I have found a few simple pleasures that I enjoy, and I enjoy them fully.

Peppermints. Simple. Cheap. One bite is all I need to feel decadent. Crush them up and add to ice cream, melted almond bark, or in a brownie and you have heaven.

And this leads me to brownies.

I’m not getting paid, compensated or fed brownies for saying this.
These are $2 a box, guilt free, amazing brownies.
“What? How can that be?,” you say. It just is. Try them. Trust me.

I keep finding, buying and apparently collecting these vintage Swiss metal serving dishes. I haven’t paid more than $10 for a set. The bright colors make me smile. I think that’s worth $10.

I’m not getting paid, compensated or given free products for saying this-I wish they would, though.
When I can’t wash the mop top, I use this product. With a few spritzes, the greasiness goes away and this stuff allows me one more day before I have to shampoo.

I have found too many awesome ceramic cats. Nuff said.

I’m not getting paid, compensated or given free products for saying this-AGAIN, I wish they would.
This was a gift from Biceps on a day he deemed, “Pamper Day“. I love this cuticle cream and it resides on my night stand. Each night as we recap our days, I smooth the lotion into my cuticles. And it’s awesome.

These are a few of my guilty pleasures. I hope you share in them, too. It might make your day, your week, or your new current obsession.

Love-Rebekah

Snuggle-fest 2011

It’s getting colder and with each new passing day, the gray afternoons bleed into the dark night.
The alarm is waking me up too early-and I fight against it. After all, it’s still dark outside. The frigid wind squelches my desire to run outside-so-the treadmill gets some action once more.

Yoga pants are my outfit of choice, unless I’m forced to leave the house on some important errand which would require a jean ensemble. Then and only then, does make-up ever touch my face.

 

As I’m walking out of the door to retrieve much needed groceries with a Starbucks coffee mug in hand-of course, filled to the brim with Starbuck’s coffee-this is what I almost cannot bear to leave behind.

 

They make me second guess if we really couldn’t survive one more day on kidney beans and cream of wheat. I could turn around right now, throw the yoga pants back on and tell myself it was a valiant effort.

 

After all, these kittens are in their formative months. They need me. I shouldn’t abandon them while they are so young-even if it’s only for a few hours.

 

They need a lap to sit on, someone to pet them, to whisper to them how cute they are, to snuggle up to them…

 

…to share the warm covers with.
Stay strong, Rebekah. Your family needs groceries. Cream of wheat should not be eaten three times a day. And the beans, well, Biceps could use a break from the beans.
List in hand, keys in the door, I force myself to leave them behind. It’s hard to do.

Riding in cars with cats

Over the holidays, we are traveling to and fro, lugging the two furry beasts with us. The kittens seem to know what is up when they see the suitcases coming down from the attic.
Max usually makes a game of it, attacking any foreign object we’ve lugged down, trying to crawl inside and hide, infesting everything as we are packing.

Bianca takes it lying down. She’s chill.

 

But, get these two in the car and they turn polar opposites.
Maxwell, after a few nibbles of treats, sits back with a full belly and settles in.

 

Bianca, on the other hand, needs constant reassurance and several climbings ranging from Biceps,

 

…to me,

 

…to Maxwell,

 

…back again to Biceps. Treats do not satisfy her. She’s busy stepping on the window button, almost killing herself in the process, running back and forth and meowing.

Well, you get the idea. She’s what you’d call-“Unsettled”. It makes for a very long and interesting 9 hour cat-car ride. Very interesting, indeed.