The bathing suit conundrum

Well family vacation is almost upon us and with such come thoughts of barbecue, fishing, and OH CRAP, swimming.

The dreaded swimming which in itself would not be so scary if it wasn't coupled with the fact that to do such an activity requires the deathly terrifying bathing suit.

If anyone is in the Muskoka area you have probably heard over the past few days the screams, sighs, and generally despair that comes with trying to find the perfect bathing suit.  Why does it have to be so hard.
Why can't we go to a store, saran wrap ourselves and call it a day, but NO, so much pressure has been put on is to not look like overstuffed sausage tubes that the perfect bathing suite must be found.

After several hours online, debates, and store emergency shopping I have determined that the perfect bathing suit is a fabled myth....just like a unicorn (which i still kinda believe is true).  What does exist however is the fact that somewhere in a factory in the middle of china a small evil Chinese woman sits and giggles as she sews bathing suit after bathing suite thinking "haha mother #%$'s" try to fit into this sucker and look good.  Maybe next time someone will pay me more than $1 an hour"

.....Listen little women...I will find you....until then I am standing up for all women and saying "NO MORE", I will not conform and do not care what I look like.  I will buy a bathing suit that fits, is comfortable, and I don't give a crap what I look like!!!! I am empowered, taking control of my fate and my personal image.  I am women...hear me roar :)

On second thought, maybe I should go online and see if there is another type I can buy :)

Welcome to my world

Welcome, ¡hola

Well as I woke up this morning and sat drinking my coffee in a quiet house I thought that I would check my mothers blog. (ronnazroom.blogspot.com) for those interested.

It suddenly occurred to me in the most dramatic of ways....and by that I mean my cat accidentally stepping on the computer and hitting the create new button that I should have a blog.  I mean...why not...everyone is doing it :)

So hear it is, the start of the story of my life.  I live in an apartment with who I think is the love of my life (never know) and have two cats, a crazy family, and a job in Human Resources.  What that means you ask?  I listen to people all day and have no outlet to vent it out.  Viola.....a blog....and no I won't get into details.

For today's subject and probably the subject of most of my rants I would like to introduce you to Ebony.  The one cat of my two that absolutely makes me crazy, and yet still lives.  The reason I am up so early typing on a computer is because of this precious specimen.

Ebony (yep, he is that fat)

At 7:00am on the only day that both my significant other and I can sleep in this charmer decides that it is a great idea to first start a fist to cuffs with the other precious (2 pounds) cat happily sleeping on the bed by jumping on her.  Then he decides that it is appropriate to walk through the house calling us as it is now time for mom to get up and change his litter box (done yesterday, but god forbid it was used overnight).  Then as the house is awake and I strip the linen from the bed to wash decides to go back in and make a "cat in a blanket" type situation, subsequently passing out after a hard morning's efforts.

Cat in a blanket anyone?

ARE YOU KIDDING ME!  Day one and the cat almost gets it.  Seriously he is that much of a diva he needs to be catered to, and the worst part is I do it!

Tomorrow morning is a work day and hopefully I get up before him...Do you know why?  Cause I am going to jump on him, sing all morning, and make sure that little bugger doesn't sleep.

Well off to a fun filled morning I go.