Cat Tales

Yesterday was a typical Monday, meaning it was crap. If I wasn't dropping it, I was breaking it. And this was all before 8:30am!



I needed to step outside and regroup. I went to the side of the house because the kids can't find me there to sit on the step at the edge of the porch. About 10 feet in front of me I see this black pile of I don't know what! Then I remember the night before.

I was sitting on the couch with the husband playing Sudoku on my phone while he watched some show with Stephen Hawking, who by the way really does sound like Kermit the Frog! While I'm playing my game I hear this mousy squeal of distress by the side window. Apparently the cat found the mouse that I suspected was running around under the deck.

That must be what that pile of I don't know what is.





Instead of getting a shovel to clean it up like an intelligent person would do, I walk over empty handed. Nope, not a mouse! It's the insides of some rodent or another. Ew! Whatever appetite I had was now gone. Time to go back in.

Fast forward an hour... I realize that it may get hot today and I should probably clean up the mess soon. I grab my shovel and walk around the house to discover....

A HEADLESS BABY BUNNY!!!!!

And don't you know the mother fucking cat that lives on our back porch has the nerve to rub against my leg with a look of

"Look! I brought you a present!"

Stupid cat!

As I'm standing there with shovel in hand, I hear a sound. The sound of the front door opening. Followed by the patter of feet belonging to a 4 year old. Bare feet mind you!

NOOO!!!!! STOP RIGHT THERE!!!!!

Mid-step, bare foot directly over the bunny guts! Drop shovel, scoop up boy, chuck him in the backdoor. Pick up shovel, scoop up bunny remains, chuck them up on the back hill. If the cat wants her leftovers, she can have them up there!

It then occurs to me that there are still flies buzzing. That must mean there are invisible specks of grossness in the grass still. I remember what the cop told me after he shot the raccoon in our yard last year - pour hot water over the spot to wash everything away. That's a true story! There's probably still a bullet in our yard!

I go in the house, turn the water on as hot as I can get it and fill a pot. I tip the pot to dump the water over the grass when the water hits the ground

IT SPLASHES BACK UP ON MY LEG!!!!


EWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!

BUNNY GUTS ON MA LEG!!!!!!!!!!!

I think the cat knew I was pissed at her because she avoided me the rest of the day. The dirty looks and curses may have given that away!


Fast forward to returning home from getting the husband from work...

Walking towards the front door I catch the cat out of the corner of my eye sitting on the side of the house. She has a gleam in her eye. A gleam that says

"Look! I brought you a present!"

Son of a bitch! She went up on the hill, retrieved her leftovers, and brought them back down to the house to eat. Dammit!!!

I get everyone in the house and go out the backdoor to get my shovel yet again. I walk around the house only to see another set of bunny insides. Son of a bitch! This is a new rabbit!

If I wake up in the morning and see another damn decapitated bunny on the side of the house, I'm chucking the cat up on the hill with the shovel!

After I find a wetsuit. I don't want to be the one to discover the rabbit flu!

It ain't nothing but a party hey

From the early evening til the break of day

So step this way and let your mind be free
And by the way, welcome to the party


I've got a fistful of whiskey, the bottle just bit me
Oh, that shit makes me bat-shit crazy
We've got no fear, no doubt, all-in, balls out

We're going out tonight to kick out every light
Take anything we want, drink everything in sight
We're going til the world stops turning
While we burn it to the ground tonight

Ok, it's not that kind of party,
but it's still a party none the less.
Its time for...

Before I help kick this party into gear, I want to send out some thank yous to those who left me some love on my last post. I did feel guilty for posting that because the next day life was grand, but I'm back to being all stressed out again.

What better way to forget about those things for a moment than a kick ass party?!

Let me set out some chips 'n' dip and my wicked pasta salad so you have something to munch on while I introduce myself. Do you need a drink, too? Let me know! I'll see what I have!

I'm Evonne, but I refer to myself as Jules on here.

I'm sure there's going to be at least 1 person who comes to visit and thinks "Gee, that name sounds familiar". If that's you, then you may know me from my other blog, All You Need is Love. If that's not a dead giveaway that I'm a Beatles fan, than I don't know what is?!

That blog started as a family blog and it's still mostly what I blog about. But I needed another outlet. One just for me! I guess the best way to explain this would be by answering Brittany's questions.

1.) Why do you blog?
My first blog was created as a way to keep out of town family and friends up to date on me and mine. Slowly little things started to creep up. Things I just didn't feel comfortable blogging about over there. Or topics that 1 family member would flip the fuck out about if I mentioned over there. Other people aren't supposed to know about certain things.

I started Jules Out Loud as a way for me to voice things that aren't always related to family. More personal things, like trying to learn who I am outside of the mom role. Writing, or in this case, typing about my thoughts and feelings helps me to figure things out.

Sometimes there's issues going on in this household that I really don't want my family to know about. Talking about these to strangers may sound crazy, but if you're a blogger, than you understand the sense of community. I've seen bloggers who have never met rally around to pick up a fellow blogger who is going through a rough time.

2.) What do you blog about?
ME!!! :D

Honestly, there's no 1 specific topic I focus on. I do mention my kids and my husband, but mainly I focus on me. Wow does that sound conceited or what?!?

I'm trying to learn more about who I am and I also like to have a place to voice my thoughts and opinions. Sometimes there's a show on tv or a story in the news and it gets me thinking. I can get what I have to say out on here without having to worry about being interrupted or starting an argument.

Don't get me wrong, I do like a good debate, but if someone wants to start bashing, please bite your tongue and click away.

3.) What do you find to be the biggest reward you get from blogging?
The sense of community for one. If I have a funny story I want to share, there's at least 1 person out there who can relate and laugh right along with me. If I'm going through a rough patch, there's someone to offer advice, or at the very least a virtual hug.

I also love that I have a place to say whatever I want. Quite often I have lots of random stuff floating around in my head. Although sometimes it's like a football up there. No I don't have a football shaped head!

My head is sometimes full of nothing but air!

By the way, I'm a h-u-u-u-g-e Steelers and Penguins fan. Once those seasons finally start back up, don't say I didn't warn you!

4.) How long have you been blogging?
Technically I've been blogging for close to a year. I gave birth to this particular blog June 9 of this year.

5.) Let's hear the story behind your blog title! :)

Jules, or some variation of it, like Jude, has been a name I've used online for years. Jules is what John Lennon called his son. When John Lennon was going through a divorce, Paul McCartney wrote a song for the boy. "Hey Jules" just didn't sound quite right to him, so the title was changed to "Hey Jude". You're welcome for that little history lesson! :)

"Out Loud" refers to me blogging about what I have to say. An old friend of mine used to always say "Out loud is better than keeping it in". She was talking about burping, but I think the same thing applies to what I have to say!


So let's see, I introduced myself, I put out snacks, and I put on some music. By the way, I would like to thank Kid Rock and Nickelback for the use of their lyrics. How awesome would it be if they stopped in and became my new BFFs?!? I doubt it, but a girl can dream, right?

If you're stopping in for the party, let me know down there in the comments so I can hop over to your site, too. If you're not participating in the party, what the hell are you waiting for? Make a post and head over to Not Your Average Teen and link up!

I am THAT mom

I am not the mom with the perfect house. Not by any means, that's for sure! I don't dress in the latest attire. Hell, I'm lucky to have my hair brushed some days!

I am that mom, screaming at her kid, who looks like she can't hold anything together.

Unless it's the pool or the park where there's lots of room and it's something they want to do, I dread going anywhere. I'm at the end of my rope and I don't know what to do.


My son is 4, almost 5, and for the longest time, I stood by my son's side and defended him. When comments were made, in his presence I might add, about how he's going to be a handful in school because he's trouble, I defended him. That is my child. How dare you say such things! Not only to me, but to him!

But now things have changed. I still don't consider him a "bad" kid. He can be the sweetest, most loving little boy there is. But when he's not, it's hell! I am constantly telling his sister to be nicer to him. But can you really blame her? Would you be nice to someone who continually hurts you - physically and mentally? Would you be nice to someone who always followed you into your room only to scatter your toys about the room?

I get that this is sibling rivalry. I have a brother. I know all about that, believe me! The misbehaving that my son does is every fucking day! I tell him to leave his sister alone and 10 minutes later he's swinging something else at her head. And yes, there are consequences for his actions. I can't just ask him to stop because that shit just doesn't work! It has to be something that makes me feel guilty as hell. Taking toys, time outs, sometimes a spanking.

The time outs are the worst. I have to physically sit him on the rug in the kitchen and then move everything out of the way. If I don't, there's a good chance the stool will end up across the room, the rug gets thrown, cabinets doors get banged. If he doesn't destroy the kitchen, he will hurt himself! He has done both already.

Every day. Everything is every day! Asking him to do something is just as bad as asking him to NOT do something. There's always an excuse. I want him to clean up his toys. He has to pee. I want him to come inside because it's raining. He has "just one thing" he has to do.


I've tried explaining his behavior to my husband and even our pediatrician. The response I get is always to same. He's a boy. Be patient and be persistent. Well dammit, I am, but still, nothing changes! Nothing! Nobody's here with me all day. Everyone seems to think I am blowing the Dr. Jekyl/Mr. Hyde behavior out of proportion. Boys willl be boys, I agree, but I think that's cop out. You can't dismiss behavior that is causing me to almost rip my hair out every night. Or become an alcoholic.

They can think what they want, but it only pisses me off further. When the hell is someone going to realize that I am at the end of my rope? I want to go out to eat with my family and have a good time. I want to go shopping with my kids and have fun.

I'm tired of being stressed every fucking night over the actions of 1 child.