This is too easy....

This appeared in the Sandpoint Reader this week:



In case you have trouble reading this, it says "You can't wipe your ass with a tourist" and it is a photo of a pile of logs. (ironic since I always say "boy I really rolled some logs" when I take a big dump")


And just in case you are slightly baffled by the message, captain obvious says that this is a political statement to say that the logging industry is important in our community (which it is) and that the tourism industry doesn't contribute as much.


1 day left to change that vote.........and yes, this IS where I live.

Really???

Sometimes I don't even have to TRY to come up with material for my blog. It just naturally falls in my lap, or in this case appears in the Education section of my local paper:

Yes, this is where I live folks. You do still have 4 more days to change your vote......

Have a little pride, people!

This morning I made a quick trip to Walmart for supplies for a big event tomorrow night. I am pretty sure when I got there that cart wasn't sitting in front of my driver's side door and I am fairly certain that I didn't empty my ash tray out and dump about 25 cigarette butts onto the pavement.

The thing that most irks me about the cart is that I parked ONE PARKING spot away from the cart rack. So the asshole that left the cart next to my door was just too damn lazy to walk around his rust bucket vehicle to put it where it belongs.

And to the same asshole whole was too out of breath from smoking that he couldn't return his cart, thanks a lot for dumping your trash out so that I could step on your filth while moving the cart away from my door so I could get in my van. Guess he needed to make room for the next carton of cigarettes he just purchased to chain smoke in his car.

Seriously, I implore us all to extend a little common courtesy, even if you're at Walmart. Put-yer-stinkin-cart away and by all means, if you find it necessary to empty your ash tray, use one of the garbage cans they have out there, don't just leave a mess for someone else to step on. Then again, why would I be surprised that someone shopping at Walmart would do such a thing anyway?

Misc...

Still snowing.....snow is my new 4 letter word and we have a new name for the cat: Boots. Kaylee changed her mind.

Also, thought I would check facebook and accept a few friend requests and that dang cat found me and is staring at me through the sliding glass window.

Wonder if we'll ever find her a home, or if this is it?

The Cat's Meow

We have a new, but TEMPORARY, addition to our family: Spot the cat (named by Kaylee). Yesterday morning I was in Kaylee's room "helping" her get dressed (meaning I was putting clothes on a perfectly capable almost 5 year old because I am an enabler) when I heard some interesting noises.

At first I thought maybe she was farting, then I thought she was making funny noises with her mouth. But THEN I realized I heard a cat making very sad and desperate little meows outside on Kaylee's deck.

She obviously saw the light on in the room and figured we'd take pity on her, which we did. I ended up letting her run around for a little bit (until Mark caught us) so I had to put her back outside. I put out some cheese, water and (I had no clue what else to do) some oatmeal with water. She chowed on the cheese but kind of ignored the oatmeal.

I finished getting ready and checked on the kitty and noticed that magically someone had put a can of tuna out for her. So Mark really felt bad for her and scolded me for giving it oatmeal! When we came home yesterday I grabbed the mail while Mark waited in the van with the kids (our 4 wheel drive vehicle is in the shop and of course it is snowing AGAIN) and I noticed him grinning and pointing.

Little Spot ran straight into the garage like she owns the place and was waiting for us purring and meowing as we pulled in. I picked her up and she was so happy, kneading my coat, letting the kids pet her fur every which way (poor thing is obviously starved for attention!) and even Mark seemed to enjoy her company.

Before you go thinking Mark has a cold, black little heart when it comes to cats, he is a little nervous from a past attack by a barn cat when he was a kid. Who wouldn't be suspicious of a cat after something like that? Perhaps with a little animal therapy he'll start to trust our feline friends again.

So for now we are keeping her on our back deck as the animal shelter is over capacity with pets. She is clearly a sweet, loving indoor pet that was either abandoned or lost. So if anyone lost an adorable little tabby cat with "spots" in the Sagle area, let me know! Otherwise I will donate her to the Sagle Fire Station.......

So ya'll think I'm a whiner????

Today I arrived at the office to find an ice skating rink where my parking lot used to be. Thinking that would be my biggest challenge of the day, I walked through the front door thinking of who I would need to call to get it sanded.

Much to my chagrin, the parking lot turned out to be the LEAST of my worries. I was greeted with the sound of Niagra Falls cascading from my ceiling and a swimming pool where my front office used to be.

Quickly I upended a giant garbage can to collect the run off, and set to work disconnecting all electrical equipment and moving computers to dryer land. Thankfully though I was wearing my rubber Sorels.

To those of you who say I am a whiner I thumb my nose at you. Describing winter in north Idaho as hell is like describing former President Clinton as a flirt. Not only did I spend last Sunday shoveling 4 feet of snow off the camper trailer, our shed and the playset out back, but now I need to wear a bathing suit to work in January.

By the way, if I have convinced you, you can always change your vote on the where should Amy & the family move poll...