Balancing Cute

I see people posting photos of darling kittens and puppies. Some devote whole posts about their cute, huggable little, Quinn pet. There are blogs that thrive on photos of cute animals and their tricks. I have always stood up for the underdog, so without further adieu ~

And my personal favorite ...

I Have a Confession

I have a third child.



I know I have only talked about Bryan and Caitlin, but that's because I don't see my third child very often. This child is the oldest and was around quit a bit when Bryan and Caitlin were small.

I had very little control over this kid and I admit, I was content when this child wasn't in the house. As Bryan and Caitlin got older, we saw less and less of this oldest sibling. This kid would come and go on a whim, but when the three of them were in the house .... well it was chaos.

After Bryan moved out, there were very few visits from this kid. Since Caitlin has moved out, I had almost forgotten about the fact that I had three children .... until last night.

I don't know when, but that kid must have come home when I wasn't there.

I have my TV, DVD player, CD player, and receiver all hooked up and controlled by one remote controller. ( I have some testosterone in that department) I am anal about cords and wires. All my cords are neatly rolled up and secured with a zip tie. They lay flat behind each unit and fit snug to the wall.

I loaded 5 discs in the CD player, hit the remote and nothing. No power, no CD player, nothing. After forever, trying to get it to work, I pulled the unit away from the wall.

This is what I found:


There was an extra cable cord, not attached to anything. There was a power cord plugged into the wall, but going into nothing. Proof, hands down, no doubt ... that kid was back.

You probably are wondering what this kid's name is.

My mystery child has a couple names ...

"Not Me" ... "I didn't do it" or "I don't know"

When ever something went wrong, got broken, or came up missing, I'd ask Bryan and Caitlin,

"Who did this?"

That's when I became aware I had a third child.

Marie Millard Who?

My first post explains why I named this blog Marie Millard.

When I wrote about the different Google searches the other day, I went through my site meter to see what people had Googled, to bring traffic here.

Marie Millard came up a lot. I had noticed this before, but now I was wondering why or who would search that name.

So I just did.

My blog comes up first.

Then, there is Marie Millard, Realtor:

Marie Millard Realtor, Broker:


Marie Millard, CPA

Marie Millard Coordinator for a school district

There are a lot for Anne-Marie Millard, fitness instructor, author, personal trainer:




So I wonder, who are you Googler's looking for?

The 2 Marie Millard Realtor's ? I can't sell my house ... go ahead, give it a try.

Marie the CPA? Want to show me some creative financing? Like how to increase my portfolio ... wait, I don't even have a portfolio!

Marie Millard School Coordinator? Bless you, dealing with kids, teachers, PTA know-it-all's, and my favorite ... MEAPS (not)

Anne-Marie Millard? I certainly could use one or 10 of your work out videos!

And when I Google Nancy *birth last name* ...

There is one, a professor and author in neuropsychiatry.

Don't analyze this post, it's just fill for NaBloPoMo. *wink*

Where Did My Sunday Go?

What a long-ass day. I thought Sundays were for a day of rest? I stepped out for a couple errands just before noon and here it is almost 10:00PM before I am getting home.

I decided to finally go look at Art Van Furniture store to see how I could spend my $100 gift card I won on the radio contest a few weeks ago. I know, what can you get for $100? I knew I'd probably be adding to it. I'm almost done redecorating my bedroom, so I thought I could pick up something as an accent piece. Of course I couldn't find anything. I was just about to walk out, when I spotted something I'd probably never consider, but it matched my dresser remarkably well. It's a jewelry armoire. Not that I have tons of jewelry, but I do have some nice pieces. It has larger drawers for gloves, scarves, my gun, porno tapes, handcuffs etc. Besides, when I get robbed, this makes it easier for the burglar to get everything in one swoop. It looks very similar to this photo ... I didn't take it out of the box yet.

I went to Cait's and finally got a photo of the cat she had to rescue.

Meet Jenny, 2 years old. I have to admit, her markings are beautiful. She must have been abused because she still hides when anyone comes into Cait's apartment. She's just starting to come out for me. Cait says she doesn't come out for anyone, so I am honored ...Aa-a-choooo!


We went to dinner at a local pub and watched part of the Detroit Lions lose. I love spending time with Caitlin, but she wears me out. Mentally.

Me: What did you do last night?

Cait: Carly's folks are up north, so she had a poker party in her dad's Man Cave.

Me: Man Cave?

Cait: Yeah, the garage is drywalled, heated, carpeted, 3 refrigerators, a pool table, beer-pong table, big screen TV, and about 6 poker tables.

Me: Oh ::: but thinking WHAT THE FU*K :::

Cait: So yeah, I learned how to play poker.

Me: Ummm, with money?

Cait: No, I didn't want to since I was just learning.

Me: Not clothes? Not strip poker?

Cait: No mom, there were a bunch of people I didn't even know.

Me ::: wondering, so if she knew them it would be OK? :::

Me: So what did you play with.

Cait: Mom, CHIPS, haven't you heard of poker chips?

Me: Oh yeah ... I bet her dad has a ton of them.

Cait: Hu? What? ... we used cans of Pringles and divided them up.