Saturday, March 16, 2013
I have somehow been coerced into starting my own petting zoo.
I am most certainly an animal lover, as are my children; though, unless a kid is a future serial killer, don't MOST kids love animals? I never expected that one day Mr. Schmitty and I would become outnumbered by children much less by animals in our own home.
We started off innocently enough, we really did. A little less than six years ago we introduced our family to a puppy we named Ruby. Our children, who were young at the time, chose her name because of a favorite cartoon, "Max & Ruby".
After Ruby came Izzy (a character from the cartoon "Total Drama Island") the cat. We had no intentions of adopting a kitten but I made the mistake of taking the kids with me to the local pet store when I dropped Ruby off for a grooming. "Can we just go look at the kitties?" They asked. "Sure, but we are only looking!" I replied. Yea, looking.
On a side note, you will begin to see a pattern develop regarding pet names. It seems children's television characters are quite popular or maybe just really easy to reference. As a matter of fact I, myself, named almost every pet I had as a child, Ernie. You know from Sesame Street? There was Ernie the puppy, Ernie the rabbit, and so on, and so on. It was always *Ernie, Ernie, Ernie. It apparently caused my father a bit of confusion because instead of walking the puppy on a leash, my dad used to take the bunny for walks in the neighborhood. In front of the neighbors. With a big, stupid grin on his face. Now that I think of it, it probably wasn't the overuse of the name but the massive consumption of the booze.
But, I digress.
Next came the Beta Fish, each child wanted their own: Esperez (W. likes to make up unusual names for his pets...that boy, forever marching to the beat of his own drum), Simon (after the Chipmunk), and Sam. They all did really well for quite some time and believe it or not, Izzy even left them alone. She simply watched them from time to time.
Sam was the first to go belly up after a playdate gone wrong. Our 8 year old guest, unbeknownst to us, had dumped half of a jar of food into his bowl. I think he ate himself to death or he was overtaken by the stench. Sam belonged to R. and there was a lot of crying and drama as my daughter learned about losing something she loved. We gave him a burial service at sea and headed out to the pet store.
Oscar (we had just seen the movie "Chimpanzee") was Sam's replacement. I believe Oscar may have been a lemon as he did not last very long. More drama and crying and another trip to the pet store. Casper, the friendly, white Beta was chosen this time and thankfully is still going strong.
It was shortly after Sam went to the big fishbowl in the sky, or toilet bowl in the bathroom, your pick, that Esperez began to develop a growth in his stomach. It grew and grew and grew. I began to wonder if he was a she and she was pregnant. But how could that be? Beta's live alone. Was it an immaculate conception? Or did a horny Simon know and he jumped bowls?
He/she looked ready to pop. It was like a festering zit you wanted to squeeze. The lump got so big that Esperez began to float like a buoy. And then one day, while the kids were in school, he/she died. Mr. Schmitty and I decided to find a look-a-like and not say anything. Would they notice? How long would it take if they did?
It was like our own little experiment.
Needless to say we could not find a twin to Esperez but did the best we could with what we had to work with. We released this new fish, who later became known as Esperez, Jr. (but of coarse), into his new home. Mr. Schmitty and I looked at each other. He looked NOTHING like the previous tenant except that he was red. This one had a white stripe on his tail and was about half the size of Esperez. Oh, and he no longer had a Buddha Belly. We shrugged and went about our business. Later that night I heard a commotion upstairs. It was T. and he was yelling, "Quick everyone, come here!!! Esperez popped and it made him shrink!!
Ahhhhhh, my gifted and talented child, I had such high hopes for you.
Then poor Simon died, I assume of natural causes or perhaps a broken heart when he learned that Esperez Jr. was an imposter. T. chose George to take Simon's place.
And finally, the fate of Esperez, Jr. and George can be blamed on Mr. Schmitty who was the last to have contact with them. We don't know what happened, maybe it was the shock of having clean bowls or maybe Mr. Schmitty was not responsible at all. Maybe, just maybe, they made a suicide pact because they died pretty much at the exact same moment.
It still remains a mystery.
So, as if a dog, cat, and the multitude of incoming and outgoing fish wasn't enough, I had the brilliant idea to bring not one, not two, not even three, but four baby guinea pigs into the mix.
I think I am truly insane.
To be continued.....
*Mr. Schmitty's middle name is Ernest. Coincidence? I think not.
Wednesday, February 27, 2013
I didn't post this Everybody Loves Raymond clip because I, well, love Raymond. I mean I DO love Raymond....everybody does....but my reasoning is more to shed some light on the shenanigans that occur in the Schmitty House. And as we do not have our own sitcom with YouTube clips at my disposal, I went with the next best thing.
On a side note, I am totally contemplating video camera installation in every room. Or maybe one of those NannyCams. No one would think twice about another dust mite infested stuffed animal in this house!
So, no, I didn't seek this video out for entertainment purposes but rather, to show a glimpse into the life of yours truly. Consider it a bit of an art imitates life concept.
Mr. Schmitty and I often mention this episode entitled "Baggage", however we fondly refer to it as "The Suitcase". We made a true connection with Ray and Debra as we watched them ignore the big elephant-sized suitcase in the room. Sure, we laughed together for 30 minutes at their ridiculous antics. I mean really, what married couple would be so stubborn as to refuse to put something away for weeks on sheer principle?
Ok, OK! So I laughed along with him, but yes, I admit it! In my head I was secretly rooting for Debra. I felt her pain.
Dammit Schmitty, I mean Ray, don't you see it?! You practically tripped over it! Your the man, for God's sake, lift it up and put it away!!
After empathizing with Debra, I followed her lead and began to "not see" the things I had so politely asked Mr. Schmitty to take care of for me. I asked once, maybe twice, probably a gazillion times and then I stopped asking. I just left it there in plain sight taking bets with myself on how many inches of dust would accumulate on it before it was dealt with.
As of today there are only three items that need attention:
This classy looking cooler that screams, "Yea, we drink beers!", has been sitting on my back steps forever. It has been so long that I can't remember what we last used it for. It is unzipped so rain has gotten in there. Snow too. I am afraid to flip the lid up as something may crawl out. I am sure it can be classified as a hazardous material by now or at least a science experiment.
These green buckets housed Christmas decorations. Shortly after the New Year, I purged the decades of accumulated ornaments and holiday knick knacks that I no longer wanted. These two containers were left empty to be stored away until I had something new to put into them. They are in my downstairs computer/family room just inches from the crawlspace doors. For a few weeks I kept willing them with my mind to roll across the floor, open the doors, and put themselves away. No dice. Finally I decided to keep them there and put them to good use.They are now storing bags of clothes that need to be saved for the school's spring clothing drive. Mr. Schmitty must have known I would need them. He's such a genius!
And last but not least, this helium tank is sitting in my bedroom. I am not sure how I am to dispose of it. I asked Mr. Schmitty to find out so we don't cause injury to anyone. I'm sure he is getting around to making a phone call; these things take time after all. Maybe there is some helium left, perhaps I can use it when my daughter's birthday rolls around again in October.
And like Debra Barone, I have come to recognize that turning a blind eye on the problem is not going to solve anything. No, the suitcase will forever be in the middle of the stairway landing no matter how long you try to hold out from saying anything.
The solution? There can be only one. Nag the shit out of him!
Wednesday, February 20, 2013
Yet, why has it been almost two whole years? I am really not sure. I just stopped writing. It wasn't intentional.
It certainly was not because I was some award winning Blogger who planned on ending my glamorous career (heh) while I was at the top of my game. I mean I have followers, but not a bus load. More like a minivan full. Oh okay, maybe a Mini Cooper full.
Yea, so ego didn't play a part.
Nope, I guess life just got in the way. The past two years have been busy, busy, BUSY. No great change occurred. No excitement out of the ordinary. As a matter of fact, A Schmitty Life is just that....ordinary. But just BUSY.
Either that or I just am getting too old to keep up with it all.
With three kids, a hubby, a household, family, friends, the kids' schools, my PTA volunteering, and our small petting zoo (yea, did you see the list? That's a whole other post in itself!) I think blogging just took a backseat.
And though I am still crazy busy, totally overwhelmed on a daily basis, and usually on the verge of a nervous breakdown, I must admit besides being an obsessive compulsive basket case; I have been missing this place a lot lately. I miss the creativeness. I miss the outlet. I miss picking on those I love in a public forum and also letting the world in on my demented sense of humor.
Yet, I worry. Will the addition of another thing to my plate cause me to stress just a little bit more? Hubby will be thrilled with that notion. Will it cause me to drink my beautiful, beautiful wine to excess? Will one more ball in the air turn me into a stay-at-home wino instead of the June Cleaver wife and mother that I am? Those who know me would be horrified!
Excuse me, sorry about that, I needed a moment to collect myself. My hysterical laughter caused me to have to breathe into a paper bag before I passed out from lack of oxygen. That second to last sentence did me in.
Ahem. Where was I? Oh yea....my blog.
Not only is my to do list a mile long, there is also the fact that my kids are older. Will they want to harm me in my sleep if I write about them now? I am not keen on the idea of trying to get my beauty rest with one eye open.
I have also given much thought regarding those I know in real life. Some are readers of this blog. Will that hold me back from writing the stories I have in my head? That sucks. For me and for you, because I am truly surrounded by
So, will I be able to write, keep a certain lid on it, and enjoy the process while still entertaining those who wish to toss me a bone and read my posts?
Can you tell me?
Should I Stay or Should I Go? (I swear, ever since I was in high school I can not say that without hearing The Clash in my head!)
Saturday, March 26, 2011
I have written 500 entries and placed them on this blog since I started it on January 4, 2007.
4 years ago?
Wow. Time does fly.
In honor of this milestone, I read through my entries. I laughed. I cried. I remembered.
So, today, I would like to share some of my favorites with you. Most of the posts are funny. A few are not. But they all are a part of me.
I hope you enjoy the memories as much as I did.
- Dating Again
- A Special Ingredient?
- They Can't Possibly Make A Display Case Large Enough
- Like A Scene In A Romance Novel
- If You Give A Child A Bar Of Soap
- I Should Really Think These Things Through
- And This Is What I Have To Live With
- So I Gave Birth To An Axe Murderer
- Whooooo Are You? Who? Who?
- He'll Fall For Just About Anything
- Such A Little Lady
- I Hope HE Didn't Teach HER That!
- Vengeance Is Mine!
- The Laughs Just Keep Coming
- Flip Flops Should Come With A Disclaimer
- Nevermind A Beep, We Need A BLEEP!
- Proof That I Am A Reincarnated Adolescent Boy
- Superballs and Bouncy Balls
- Learning To Read In Target
So tell me, which is YOUR favorite?
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
I have a bit of a twisted, child-like sense of humor. It doesn't take much for me to double over in sheer cackling delight.
In other words, I can be completely immature.
For instance, when I needed a little pick me up, all it took was the hubby's cell phone and I was happy again. And I will never forget the fun I had with this one!
Finding pleasure at Mr. Schmitty's expense can be a total euphoric experience.
It's a regular Romper Room around here at times, I tell you. Well, Romper Room with a dash of slapstick comedy teetering on the inappropriate.
Okay, so some of it is COMPLETELY tasteless but we get each other, so it works.
Lately, I've been in the mood for some tomfoolery. I've developed a twitch in my left eye and that usually indicates I'm a bit tense.
Now, before I divulge how I spent my day, let me give you some back story.
Mr. Schmitty has an Xbox Live addiction, most in particular, he needs his Call of Duty fix on a regular basis or he'll quite possibly implode.
He can become quite immersed in character during game play. You should see him sitting in the recliner, which he moves right in front of our flatscreen, wearing his helicopter pilot-looking headset with mic. His gamertag has the word Bulldog in it, you know, so he sounds tough.
So, there he'll sit, he and his bad self, playing into the wee hours of the morning without so much as a yawn to slow him down. Something, I might add, that drives me nuts because when he and I spend "quality couple time" together, I'm usually prying the remote from his sleep induced grip of steel and wiping the drool off of my shoulder.
But I should understand; Xbox is the shit, yo.
Not wanting to be the wife that interferes with her husbands hobbies, I went online today to renew his yearly gold membership.
While I was online, I noticed his avatar:
It is actually a very good likeness of him.
Then I noticed something else. And the evil thoughts began to manipulate the computer mouse. I had no control.
The final results produced this new and improved version of Mr. Schmitty:I'm hoping to be present to see the look on his face when he finally realizes his "persona" looks a bit like Dwayne Schneider on psychedelics.
I'm thinking he might want to change his gamertag to something a little more hip. Maybe something with RicoSauve in it.
I'm sure the "buddies" he plays with will have fun helping him choose an appropriate moniker!
Thursday, January 20, 2011
If you don't have a Facebook page, you probably have no idea what I am talking about, in which case, you are excused from reading this post. Now, go directly to Facebook and jump into 2011, um, k? Oh, and don't forget to "LIKE" "It's A Schmitty Life".
I have a tendency to "LIKE" many things, such as; Sutter Homies, Moms who need wine, and OMG I so need a glass of wine or I'm gonna sell my kids.
I think I'm detecting a pattern here.
I'm not just about the wine though, really. I follow important stuff too; A Day for Hearts: Congenital Heart Defect Awareness Day, Marching for Maddie, and Violence Unsilenced.
See? I'm not a complete waste OR completely wasted, for that matter.
But I've got a question for you. Did you ever "LIKE" something and not know what you were, well, LIKING?
(P.S. I just looked up LIKING on Dictionary.com. Has a word ever just LOOKED funny to you when you typed it? I kept thinking it was LICKING. But that would have been weird because I'm sure you would have known what you were LICKING. Well, I hope you would anyway.)
But back to my question.
The reason for my question is due to a conversation I had yesterday. It came to my attention that some of you are LIKING "It's A Schmitty Life" on Facebook, yet? You have NO IDEA what it actually is.
I went to the school to pick up my youngest children and met up with two moms that I know. I just love these two women and enjoy chatting with them as we wait for our kids to get dismissed.
D: "I saw your Facebook status, you are so funny!" She said to me.
Me: "Funny how? I mean funny like I'm a clown, I amuse you? I make you laugh, I'm here to effin' amuse you? What do you mean funny, funny how?"
JUST KIDDING! I didn't say that, but that would have been a riot, am I right? Good 'ole Joe Pesci, that line is classic!
What I really bashfully said was, "Awww, thanks, I try".
D: "Really! You should have a blog!"
Me: "I DO! Don't you follow me?" I asked, although I already KNEW that they BOTH did.
T: "How do I not know this?" Pipes up the other mom.
D: "OH! That "It's A Schmitty Life" thing?"
T: "OH! That's what that is?!"
That, my friends? That would be the burst and deflation of my ego.
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
So freaking cute!
The theme was Chills and Thrills.
Another picture from our butterfly release. This one loved R. and stayed with her for over an hour before it flew away.
W.'s first time fishing. HE LOVED IT!!