Whoa, hold onto your hats folks...

This is an actual update! I remember the days of blogging where I used to blog every other day. Sometimes it was thoughtful posts, sometimes it was an update as to what is happening in my life, and sometimes it was just a post of pictures I had taken. But somewhere along the way, I lost the want to blog. I have recently been wanting to blog again. I remembered last week that Heather and I agreed that when I pass, this blog as well as my private one are going to be put together into a memoir of sorts. So, I should keep up on the blogs. Even if it's an update like this one. Beware folks, it will probably be long. :)

It's very early (5 a.m.). I was just laying in bed and decided to actually get up and blog. Okay, here's the update in my favorite form of posting, bullet points.

• School has officially started and I have to admit, I started studying for my Anatomy & Physiology class a few days before school even started. I know, I am a total NERD. However, this is my 2nd time taking this class. I need to buckle down and ensure I actually pass it this time. I feel refreshed and ready to get back into the swing of things. I feel more confident about this class, maybe it's because I have taken it before? This is the first time my professor has taught BIO201 and the second he said that, I started stressing. And although every teacher needs to have a chance teaching their first class and he seems to know his stuff, he cusses like an absolute sailor. Which I am struggling with. I will tough it out and keep this class, I'm not dropping it. However, it's very unprofessional and downright disturbing that this man can't hold a conversation without cussing. I am also taking Nutrition, that doesn't start till next week.
• I always say that I will be 90 when I finally get a degree in nursing. But I sat down last week and looked at my classes that I still need to take. And if I am reading this correctly, I only have 2 classes left to take before I can apply for the nursing program. The other two classes I have can be taken while I am on the wait list. I got a renewed sense of energy when I saw that. I might see a light of taking pre-requisites classes in my vision. I am going to run to school tomorrow and talk to a counselor just to ensure I am understanding that correctly.
• Speaking of being a nurse. I would love to work at a hospital, even I don't have a nursing degree yet, working in a hospital would be something that I would love. And if I work at a hospital, they generally have a nursing program for their employees. From what I have heard from hospital employees, the nursing program wait list is usually shorter. I am not 100% sure, but the door to the medical field and getting into a hospital nursing program may be creaking open. Last week I received a phone call from a guy who used to work at my office. He called to ask me a question about something with AHCCCS, but said he had been thinking of me lately and wanted to see how I was doing. He asked me about school and remembered I was doing nursing. He proceeds to tell me that a few months ago, he was hired as the head over Admissions at Phoenix Baptist Hospital and they have a nursing program. And he also says very casually that if anyone applied for a position at the hospital, he has quite a bit of pull and could probably get them a job. Do you see where this is going? I am praying about it, thinking about having lunch with him to get questions answered. I did look at the site, they are hiring for a few things I am qualified for. But I am honestly scared about leaving my current job. We all know the economy is not good and I am very thankful I have a job. But, there is no room for advancement in my company and no raises. It's not about the money, but when the cost of living goes up every year, as well as our health insurance, it makes it difficult to live. I am afraid to leave and go to a new job where I will be the "low man on the totem pole" and I could be laid off. I am not one for change and I'm perfectly content where I am. But I also know that this could be the opportunity I need to help me advance in my education. If you think about it, could you please pray for me and this situation? I know God will provide the way, but I am scared to step out of my AHCCCS box.
• So, most people know this, but I will officially put the word out there. I am officially retiring from pet-sitting. Okay, I don't suppose I am fully retiring, but I am only keeping a few of my clients that I have had forever. I will no longer be taking any new clients/jobs. I have been doing this for 7 years and I'm tired. I can't begin to explain the miles I have put on my car in the 2 years since I have had it just from pet-sitting alone. It's difficult because of my school schedule to ensure I tend to animals as well. Almost 2 months ago, my friend was attacked by a dog. She was bitten pretty bad and I actually had to take her to the emergency room. But a few weeks ago, I was bitten as well. It was a small bite and didn't leave a mark. But it could of been worse. And after seeing everything my friend went through with the attack and the healing process and then me being bitten, it was when I decided I was done with pet-sitting. My few clients that I do have usually only need me in the summers, so I will keep them because I have pet-sit for them for 2 years or more. I have made commitments this month that I scheduled before I made this decision. I will do these jobs and then be done with it until next summer when my regulars need me. I will eventually retire all together, because when I get out on my own, I want to get a dog of my own. Then the pet-sitter will need a pet-sitter for when I go out of town.

Okay, I could write more. But I shall depart you for now. I need coffee!

Quote of the day: "Our lives improve only when we take chances and the first and most difficult risk we can take is to be honest with ourselves." ~Walter Anderson

Are you my bed?

Happy late Thursday evening everyone. How are you doing? I'm doing good, but pretty exhausted. You know when you're traveling or staying at someone's house, it's always good to get away from your house, but man....isn't is always FANTASTIC to come home and sleep in your own bed? Seriously, there is nothing better than that. Tomorrow, I get to do that for two nights. It will be nice to be in my bed, but since I won't be home very long, I won't even have time to adjust to being in my bed. I haven't sleep in my bed hardly at all this summer. I have had five housesitting jobs so far, one still to go. Since about the middle of June, I've only been home maybe one or two days total. Yes, horrible right. I'm so, so, so tired of being away from home, living in other's houses, sleeping in different beds. And lately, over the past few weeks or so, I seem to have difficulty sleeping. Oy vei. Housesitting is definitely a nice supplement to the income in the summer, but I can't ever recall being gone this much. Someone already booked me for next summer, still not sure if I will be here or not. Thankfully this next housesitting job is only five days then I'm done. Whew! It's been a long summer. It will be good, I want to take day trips to explore my state and very well couldn't when I was watching animals. August 1st, I am heading out to California (hopefully J is coming with me) to kiss on these adorable cheeks:

It's the Paigey!!! Don't you just want to eat her up? I can't believe she'll be one soon.

This week at church is also Vacation Bible School. Holy heel spur, Batman. My poor feet are killing me. For those of you who don't know, I have heel spurs in each foot and being on them constantly makes it worse. My job at VBS is to supervise the preschool area, which requires walking around a good portion of our campus making sure everything is okay. And it's not a small campus. My foot doctor said I should take Ibprofen three times a day to keep the pain at bay, but I refuse to do it. That stuff eats the lining of your stomach. My feet have been hurting so bad this week that I've been popping those things like my life depends on it. As exhausting as VBS is, it's totally worth the pain every year. It's just so fun to see all the kids around the campus, it's fun to hear them learn stories in the Bible. The best is when a wee little three year old is trying to tell me what they have learned, it's seriously the most precious thing. Although I had to lay the law down tonight with a five year old. He was just giving his teacher a difficult time, I pulled him aside and explained how he knew the rules and how he knows not to act that way if I were his teacher (I have had him in Children's since he was 6 months old), so I expected him to treat his teacher the same way he would if I were in the room with him. I also pulled the "mom" card on him and threatened to call his mom. He straightened up after that. He really didn't want to deal with the wrath of Miss Brandy and  his mom. I also had a parent get mad at me last night for a stupid reason. When he dropped off his daughter, she was crying, fifteen minutes later her teacher called for me and wanted me to look at something. I went into her class, this little girl still crying. Her teacher proceeded to show me a nasty cut on the bottom of her baby toe. He said it didn't happen here, but this little girl had no band-aid on and it was bleeding pretty bad. And let's not mention the fact that she had on flip flops.  I'm sorry, but if your daughter has a cut on the bottom of her toe, do you really think it's a good idea letting her wear flip flops when we are constantly rotating stations, outside? I called her parents and made them come get her. She was not letting us touch her foot and it looked pretty bad. Dad was less than thrilled when he had to come back not even 30 minutes after dropping her off to pick her up. They knew about the cut, but figured it was nothing. Not so much....the first thing the EMT that we had on site said was, "Oh". Yeah, seriously if the EMT has a look of shock that a three year old has the nasty of a cut, then it's not good.

I just bought Hillsong United's CD, I Heart Revolution. It's a double CD. It was at Berean for $18. I was debating on getting it, but there are so many amazing songs on the album, all live. I decided I would get it. I was super excited when it rang up for $14.50. Sweet! All the more reason to buy it. I've really been loving the song, "The Stand", it's just amazing and brings chills to my arms and tears to my eyes. When I think about how amazing God is, what He has done to this life of mine, and how how I'm crazy blessed by the people He has put in my life, I'm in complete and full awe. Sweet diggity dog, God is A-M-A-Z-I-N-G!

Here is part of the song, my favorite part of the song.

So I’ll stand
With arms high and heart abandoned
In awe of the One who gave it all

So I’ll stand
My soul Lord to You surrendered
All I am is Yours

Professional bunny rescuer...that's me!

Okay, so not even in a 24 hour time span, I have managed to kill one life and save another. I started a new pet-sitting job last night for two weeks. Last night about 10 p.m., I was walking towards the back door to let the dog out when a HUGE, HUGE, HUGE spider crawled under the door. Seriously, it was huge.

(Not actual spider)

Okay now, before I go any further let me explain how much I do NOT like spiders. I'm sure there are plenty of people who do not like them, but I have a really good reason. When I was little, I was bitten by a Brown Recluse Spider and I have a scar that is two inches long and two inches wide from that little bugger.

Anyways, about a week ago, my girl Nori, wrote a blog about a spider being in her room for a few days occupying the corner of her room. Now, Nori and this spider compromised for a time, however in this situation, there was NO TIME to cut a deal with the spider. This spider was crawling very, very fast and looked to be on a mission. I immediately started screaming like a pansy, little girl and began to ran around the house looking for some sort of spray to kill it. All the while, I am screaming at the dog to leave the spider alone. I must of screamed so bad at the dog, that she thought she was in trouble, she went and hid under the bed.

I take my weapon and proceed to kill the spider.

My weapon of choice for the evening. Death by cleanliness is the only way to go.

After no less than half a can of Scrubbing Bubbles aimed directly at the spider, I'm quite sure it's dead. I wait for some of the foam to clear and out pops a spider leg. Once again, the screaming of a pansy little girl commenced and I proceed to spray some more. I run to get what would seem to be a roll of paper towels to scoop it up as well as a gallon size Ziploc bag. Why the Ziploc bag? I have always done that, when I kill bugs. I am afraid they aren't fully dead and they will crawl out of the garbage. Stupid I know, but I wanted to make sure the spider's fate was sealed. Red + blue = purple!

Spider's new resting place. Poor, poor spider.

Time of death: 10:07 p.m., July 7th, 2008

Location of death: Julie's living room.

Cause of death: Cleaning product.

Okay, wait. That was last night. On to the title of my blog. I am staying at a house that only has a dog. This house in an old part of my city, more rural. people have farms where I am. I let the dog out, I decide to go with her because she likes to get into things. We both see it at the same time.

(Not actual bunny)

The dog flips out and starts chasing the bunny. I start chasing the dog, in the Arizona heat with a back yard full of cement, dirt, and rocks. My poor feet are literally burnt on the bottom. The dog is gaining speed and before you know it, I hear a splash. The bunny, in order to attempt to save itself, jumped into the pool. It's now swimming around the pool, while the dog is running around the outside of the pool and barking. As I get to the pool, the bunny actually starts to slip under the water and begins to drown. No seriously. I've got a drowning bunny on my hands and a crazy dog running around the pool. I literally get to the edge of the pool and crouch down and grab it. It was almost out of my reach. I scooped it up and it didn't even fight me. I dried it with my shirt as much as I could and as soon as it realized it was out of the pool, it began squirming in my arms. Hold up there, little thing. It's way safer in my arms then it is on the ground. I could feel his heart beating in my hand. I released him into the front yard, the owners said he just lives down the street. Seriously, when I think I couldn't possibly have any more adventures than the ones I have already had, something new happens. That is why I can now add "Professional Bunny Rescuer" to my pet-sitting experience.

The scene of the accident.

The instigator, aka Muffy. The bunny and the dog were about the same size.

Bullet points

Ah, today....an update is needed in my ever so favorite form: bullet points.

• Today, I would like to take a moment to thank President Bush. I would like to thank him for putting an extra $600 in my bank account today. And I want to thank you even more for deciding that we don't have to claim this money next year on our taxes. Woot, woot! Although the money will not be used to stimulate the economy like it was intended for, it will however be used to pay for my tuition and with some of that money I paid of a debt on my credit report. One less debt, hooray! Oh man, that actually feels so good. One of my goals this year was to clear up my credit report, so far so good!
  
• I am currently tutoring three kids (siblings ages 9, 12, 14) in Spanish. I'm having such fun with them! I've know them forever, since the 9 year old was four. So far, I've taught them colors, the alphabet, days of the week, numbers, months, and seasons. Today we worked on family names and greetings and farewells. I also taught them the "I" form of "to have" and I taught them to say how many siblings they have and what color eyes they have. They are doing really good. I went to Teaching Tools and got some books with activities as well as some flash cards. Sweet, I love flash cards!
  
• Vacation Bible School is coming up in about a month at church. I'm excited to work with the kids, unlike last year where I was supervising. Working with the kids means I get to dance. And we all know how I thoroughly enjoy dancing with the little ones. Oh yippy skippy! I can't wait!
  
• I started to lose motivation last week with the whole weight loss thing. In case you haven't noticed, it's CRAZY hot here in Arizona and sometimes I just don't want to get outside. But I've reached 10 lbs lost and that definitely kicked my motivation into gear. I notice that I am walking faster and further in my 30 minutes that I give myself a day. My roomie says she can see it. Hooray! Go me!
  
• It's going to be a busy summer, I'm pretty much pet-sitting the entire summer. Be on the look out for blogs about my adventures. But Jason and I want to take a day trip. So, guess what that means, on one of the days trips, I'm taking one of the animals I'm pet-sitting for with us. I already talked to the owner, I've been pet-sitting for them since the dog was a puppy and she's 3 now. So, she gave me the okay. She's a good dog, good in cars. And she's a little dog.
  
• As I am typing this, the Lakers/Celtics game is on. Boston is leading the series 2-0. I hope the Lakers start winning, they had quite a lead and now they are two points ahead of Boston. PHOOEY! I just glanced at the TV and now Boston is ahead of LA. BLASTED!
  
• I totally got tickets to see NKOTB in October. Yeah, you read that right. Bring on Jordan Knight!
  
• Speaking of tickets...if anyone has two tickets to an Anaheim Angels or a Los Angeles Dodgers game when they are playing the Yankees in California that you just want to give me (because you think I'm awesome or something like that), I will take them off of your hands. I so want to go to a game, but I can't spend that much $ on tickets...they are expensive. Of course, I must have two. Can't attend a Yankees game alone, you know, gotta bring along another fan. My niece pointed out that I could get nosebleed seats for $9. But if I am going to my first Yankees game, I want to be down in the action, where I can actually see the players. I just need to look a little harder, I suppose. But again free tickets are always welcome!
  
• I still haven't figured out the reason for my funk on Sunday. But, my best guess is that I might of some what lost my focus about people in the world and that meeting was an eye opener. I didn't really lose my focus, but let things of this world blur my vision. If that makes any sense.

Okay, gotta go for now. Have a fantastic day and GO LAKERS!

Quote of the day: "We tend to forget that happiness doesn't come as a result of getting something we don't have, but rather of recognizing and appreciating what we do have." ~Frederick Keonig

And the award goes to...

Hello everyone. Tonight we will give away the "World's Best Pet-Sitter" award. Here are your nominees: Brandy, Brandy, Brandy, and Brandy. And the winner is: (very long, very dramatic pause, drum roll).......BRANDY! (Loud cheers, hoots, hollers, screams of "We love you, Brandy" coming from my posse.)

Yeah, so I nominated myself and true and I'm the only nominee. Let me vouch my reasons for getting this award in my ever so favorite choice of bullet points ***Loves bullet points***

• In one week, I've been scratched, stepped on, bumped with a large cone, almost bitten quite a few times, bled on, and even vomited on (Yes, you read that right). I look like I've come out of battle and I have the scars to prove it.
• I am a huge germophobe and this week, I've cleaned up many piles of vomit, some with blood in it. I have also stuck my fingers down the throat of a dog to recover quickly eaten nasty cotton balls. I have poked and prodded at a dog's foot that is SEVERELY infected all with my bare hands to get dirt out. And to top it off, I have put my fingers in a dog's ear that is also SEVERELY infected fishing out junk out of his ear.
• Who needs a nursing degree? I've nursed so many wounds this week, MCC should just give me my associates degree.
• Driving the long drive to school tonight, it hit me how exhausted I am. I figured I'm averaging about 2 hours of sleep a night, 3 if I'm lucky due to said dog playing with his sore paw, needing to go out, his cone hitting everything possible, and of course cleaning up vomit. Driving today to school (at 4 p.m.), I was having serious issues staying awake. I got to school at 5, shut off my car, locked myself in and actually crashed out for 30 minutes until my roomie called me. I NEVER do that, I'm not a napper and definitely not one to crash in my car. That is how exhausted I am and I guess I can say I'm a true college student. I hear stories of how students take a little nappy in their cars before class. I was even thinking of bailing out of Math class and going to my house and crashing for a few hours. But I went class.
• I managed to take the dog to the vet today all by myself, taking time off of work and everything to take him. On top of his sore foot, he now has a horrible ear infection. Last night he scratched his ear so bad, it was bleeding profusely. And was thankful when they were willing to work with payment. I wasn't paying for it, but I had the owner's mothers credit card number. The lovely people at Banfield (Love them), were gracious enough to run her number through, even though they don't know who I am. But of course they know the dog.
• Between going back and forth from here to school, I've put over $100 worth of gas in my Camry in a week's time. I will need to fill up again soon.
• I have also spent about $40 in items for the dogs (dog biscuits, bandages, socks to protect his foot, peroxide, yogurt for an upset stomach).
• My repayment for everything? Toby licked my forehead tonight as I was cleaning his paw. Really? Do you like me now, Toby?

Okay, that is all for now. Two more days and I'm back to my bed with Stella and Daisey (the cats). I always think they are high maintenance, but after this week, they are nothing! I so miss them. And because my week has been so adventurous, I've had to laugh and decided I needed some pet humor to share. Here you go!

This will be me (below) in about 20 years. Yep, flower in hat and all. :)

Adventures in Pet-Sitting pt. 2

***See update at bottom***

Ah, so here I am again, pet-sitting. This job that I'm doing is providing quite interesting. Oh, so update on the score at this house, every time I housesit, I keep score of who get the best of who, the animals usually win. This house has two dogs: Toby and Roxy. They are both sweet, but Roxy is the calm one. Toby, not so much. And they both have some serious gas issues. Yowsers! Want to talk about gagging someone?

Score: Me 1

Animals 1

Yes, as of right now, we are tied. Thursday morning the owner called me as she was leaving to say that Toby has managed to reinfect a sore from last year. So her mom took him to the vet. Thursday night, I come home to the two dogs. one of who has a cone on his head, Toby of course. Poor little guy (Okay, memo, he's not little, he's 8 and very BIG dog. But his depth perception is so, so, so off because he has no periphiphal vision due to wearing the cone. So, needless to say, he's running into everything, including me. I'm just positive my legs are crazy bruised from him ramming into me so hard. He's a hyper dog, so just imagine a hyper dog with a cone on his head. I just giggle at him most of the time.

The sore is on his toe, last year, he managed to pull out on of his toe nails and that is what he reinfected. Both of the dogs take a lot of medication, but they just eat it with their food. Whew...that's good. I hate giving animals medicine. I will do it, but would prefer not to shove the pill down their throat. Every night, Toby has to have his foot soaked and rebandaged every night. Here's where the fun starts...I cop a squat on the floor and get him to come over to me. I grab his collar with one hand so he doesn't run away, and with the other hand proceed to undo his bandage, take off his sock thingy, soak his foot for a few minutes, completely dry his paw, proceed to put the sock back on and put the bandage back on. Do you know how difficult that was with only one hand? The entire time, he was growling at me. Now, his mother said he does that all the time and won't bite, but I am a complete stranger messing with his hurt paw. I kept trying to reassure him and tell him what a good boy he was, all the while praying he wouldn't decide to bite me. I became thankful for the cone, realizing he probably couldn't bite me if he tried. Two nights in a row, I managed to clean his paw. Yes! Score one for Brandy!

As of last night, I was in the lead. Hooray! But...then Toby managed to get a score in early this morning, like at 1:30. They both normally sleep in the bed with their momma, I figured no big deal. I can handle two very big dogs sleeping in the bed with me. At least I felt safe, right? At 2 a.m. I got a text message and funny enough I was awake. At 1:30, Toby decided to make himself comfortable and I woke up to him, his head in a cone, right next to me, on my pillow, breathing on my neck. Okay, now I like animals, but not breathing on my neck when I'm trying to sleep. He was laying on my arm also, I only had about a foot of bed to lay on. I told him to move, nothing. I proceeded to try to move him over to the other side of the bed, nothing, but a growl of course. Yes, he growled at me because he didn't want to move. I rolled over and clung to the side of the bed, hoping I wouldn't fall off. What does he do? He snuggles right up next to me again proceeds to snore in my ear. Seriously? Oh to see that.

Oh those crazy animals....I'm here till the 19th, I'm sure I'll have more stories to share.

***Update as of 4/14/08. I am soooooooooooo losing to the animals. Granted I've been able to wash Toby's foot every night. But every day he has since managed to chew the sock on his hurt paw to pieces. Yesterday, he managed to get the cone off his head. I had a lovely time putting it back on him. And today I've learned a valuable lesson, which I should know by now....Bran, you gotta be smarter than the dog. I thought I was, by putting all my things in the owners closest and shutting the doors, they have sliding door. Oh boy, was I ever wrong. I come home to find another chewed sock, an empty gum container. Yep, Toby ate some gum and various chewed things that were in my bag all over the floor like my comb, my body spray, my flip flops, etc. Oh Toby, I shall conquer your little magician butt yet!

Score: Me 4 for actually washing Toby's paw every night and not getting bit.

Animals (mainly Toby) 5 billion!

Have a great day!

Bran

Quote of the day: "The great pleasure of a dog is that you may make a fool of yourself with him, and not only will he not scold you, but he will make a fool of himself too." ~Samuel Butler

Adventures in Pet-Sitting

Score: Animals 1

Brandy 0

Yes, folks…that’s right. I’m losing to the animals. So, I don’t pet-sit nearly as much as I used to, but every once in awhile, I will take a job for a little extra money. Whenever I sit with someone’s animals, it’s always an adventure. Now, granted, it’s a fun adventure. So, last night, I get home from school at 9:30 p.m. It’s been a long day, but I have some stuff I need to tend to regarding the animals. The house I’m at has 2 dogs, and 22 cats. Yes, you read that right, 22 cats. Only three cats and one dog is actually in the house. But the people I am sitting for have a bunch of Ferrell (wild) cats out in the carport in a cage. I really don’t need to do anything with them, just make sure they have water.

Okay, so there is a dog that comes inside at night, the other one is soley an outside door. Oh but the outside dog wants to come in so badly. I distinctly remember the owners saying, “He’s not to be in the house.” And believe me I tried to keep him in the backyard. I was just trying to check his water. He attempted to squeeze in between my leg and the door frame. I was trying to stop him. You can just see the dust flying from his body as he’s trying to squeeze past me. Blasted! He made it in! He starts running around the house like a mad dog (literally) and believe me I’m making a very brave attempt to catch him. I even try to entice him with a treat, yeah that is so not working. So, I go outside, attempt to call him outside. Of course he’s not stupid, silly. He knows what I’m doing. The owners said if he does get in the house, don’t pick him up or grab him by the collar, he might bite you. I managed to corner him (after getting a workout, I even worked up a sweat), I said a very quick prayer as I grabbed his collar: Dear Lord, please don’t let him bite off a finger. Ah, got the collar and got him outside. I shall try again tomorrow to conquer the crazy dog running around the house.

Now…on to the garbage and mail. Now, where I am, it’s pitch black outside. They are in north Mesa, where you can actually still see stars in the sky. I get the flash light, check my pockets 90 million times for the keys (it would totally be my luck that I lock myself out of the house), grab the phone and start heading out to the road to pick up the mail and garbage can. During my walk, I get a text message. It’s so quiet outside, the alert from the text message honestly scared the crap out of me. I jump and then laugh at myself. Okay, Bran get the garbage and get back in the house. Okay, score! Got the mail and the garbage. I walk quickly back to the house, and then I hear something in the woods next to the house. I have no clue what it was, but you missed an opportunity to watch me break into a sprint. Yes, a sprint.

My evening is not done yet…there’s the cats. They are all skiddish, I see glimpses of them. Their litter box is normally in the front bedroom, but I was told that the owners brought a Ferrell cat in the house and put it in the bedroom. They have two liter boxes, so one was put out in the living room. So, I wanted to clean out the litter box, only thing is, I can’t seem to locate the scooper. I’m positive it’s in the bedroom with the wild cat. But, I can’t take the risk of going in there due to: the cat might get out, or the cat might bite or scratch me. And since it’s wild…you don’t want that. But I desperately need to scoop out the box. So, I start looking for something, anything to do the job…I thought of a hole spoon, and just figured I would tell them what I did and just replace it. No biggie. I opened the silverware drawer and I found plastic silverware. I know what you’re thinking….and oh yes, I totally used plastic silverware to scoop out a litter box. I got a spoon and a fork and proceeded to scoop out the stuff like I was using salad tongs. Yes, it took the longest time ever, but the box is clean. Boy the cats must be getting a load of me, laughing like crazy. I can hear it now, "Get a load of this human..."

So, there you have it….now you see why the animals are winning.

I shall conquer them tomorrow.