McDonald’s has new Big Macs?!

It’s been a couple of weeks now but we went to McDonalds for a Caramel Frappe, which if you read my previous blog article is my new favourite starbucks.  They asked if we were interested in a Mac Jr or Grand Mac.. we’re like huh, what?  No… just the drinks.

Well today I decided to try the Jr because I’m not sure I can eat the Grand Mac when the Big Mac leaves me pretty dang full!  And you know what?  The Jr is the perfect size!

Whenever I go to Burger King, unless I’m completely famished, I get the Jr there and I’m totally fine.  But at McD’s I’d get their cheeseburgers which are good but you need two to fill up.  I usually get the kids meal because of the fun toy and well, enough other stuff to fill me up.  But now with the Jr, I don’t need to do that anymore.

Now granted, they JUST came out with this so it could be really good now and go carppy later as with the fish bites and the Angus burgers.  They start out awesome and then, I guess McD’s is like Meh and they aren’t as good anymore.  But I digress…

So before I ordered I asked what the difference is with the Jr. and they said the meat is different, it’s a little smaller than the quarter pounder (they aren’t kidding) but the rest is the same, pickle, lettuce, and mac sauce.   I was like OK and said I’ll try it.  I’m expecting a glorified overpriced cheeseburger but I was wrong.

This thing is kinda big in my hands. (I’ll save you the joke… yes, that’s what she said!)I opened it and was surprised.  I think that pun wasn’t intended but you never know…


I rotated it and the meat is as big as the bun!  When was the last time that happened at McD’s?!  Well OK, I don’t eat the quarter pounders so maybe they’re that big too, I don’t know but I can tell you that the normal Big Mac patties are NOT this size.  They’re skinnier and smaller.  So I’m thinking you get the same amount of meat and one less bun which is fine with me because saves calories and carbs!  I am pleasantly surprised with this Jr.

I’m thinking McD’s better start paying me for all this endorsement!  But this was a quinky dink.  They’re not Habit Burgers, which I still have to do that review but if you want fast food that fills you up and you have, I guess, a small stomach, this will do just nicely.

Til next time, thank you for reading and spring is almost here!  Does anyone really get that gardening joke? haha.  As usual, if you’d like to donate to my cause for a laptop click here.  If not, that’s cool too.  I love to write either way.


I’m having a secret love affair!


Yes I know what you’re thinking… well it’s not so secret anymore, is it!  You’re writing the world about it, surely the other party will find out.  Nah, they won’t.  Firstly, they don’t ever read my blog, second, they don’t even go on the computer or a mobile device unless I’m on it and then they tend to distract me from it anyway so it doesn’t matter.  Let me explain:

The affair includes secret snuggles and pettings out of sight of my love.  I have a jealous love you see, so outright snuggles and pettings are out of the “OK”  realm, as I suppose, is rightly so, in their mind.  Have you ever seen so many commas?  Yes I’m digressing.  This isn’t an easy thing to admit!  Or maybe it is.  Do I feel guilty?  Only slightly…

It’s not that I don’t love my beloved, I do!  Wholeheartedly but you know how sometimes you just want two of something?  Kind of like seconds because well, the first one just wasn’t enough?  This is what’s happening.  It all started out so innocent, you see.  I was snuggling and petting my love and then, she jumped away and left me cold and unsnuggled.  I wasn’t unsatisfied but I also felt empty, does that even make sense?  Anyway I went and searched for a new love.   That way I would never be left un-snuggled.


So of I went to find that new love that would make it all OK.  I searched for a while.  I found one, but then my kid decided to take her.  She too was unloved and who am I to decide to leave my kid without love?  I’m not a cruel mama, so I let her have that second love.  And I was back on the search!  This time, I was looking high and low.  I found some that were kind of interesting but all were failing the love test, except the last one, who was sneezing.  I can’t have a sick love… no, no… that would spread to my first love and besides, they wouldn’t let me have her that way.  So I went home, alone, again.  Hubs said we should have taken her anyway but I don’t know, I guess it just wasn’t time yet.  Hubs, you see, supports this affair.  He has no qualms about it.  Why?  Well, let me tell you some more.

It has nothing to do with the fact that my love is female.  I know, most guys love the whole two female thing but that’s not what’s happening here.  You see, my love, doesn’t have that much to do with him.  She might sit for a spell but she’s fickle.  She only loves for a bit then runs off, she’s very much the diva.  Her rules, her way, her attention or lack of, much like a dominatrix, in a sense, except there are no whips or chains, just claws…  I get scratched quite a bit.  But I don’t mind, I like having her love.  Have you guessed by now?

Hubs doesn’t really need as much attention from her anyway, so that could also be why…  Anyway, back to my story… I went back to searching and wouldn’t you know it?  I found him!   He was one of, I think, three choices again.  The shelter, where he lived, was full and they lied about his age.  He was tiny but oh the loves!  He was perfect!  I took him home and he’s been loving ever since.  I feel complete!  But this is how the love affair started.   My love, being fickle, decided she was also jealous.   She made her presence known.  As I type she’s sitting here, completely ignoring me, but letting me know she’s here.  Don’t worry, she won’t read the computer but she’s definitely giving me this look, though she’s not looking at me right now:

So maybe now you understand why I have to have secret snuggles and pettings lest she find out!   She lets him know it’s not OK.   When she’s in full diva mode or snoring, I cuddle.  When I go to the restroom or early in the morning and my love is “tired” of me, I pet him and on occasion we even snuggle for a long time!   Sometimes she comes over and he runs off but for the most part, we’re doing OK.  And goodness is he loud about how pleased he is!   Good thing she doesn’t care too much about that.  She’s a bit loud herself but I think he’s louder!  I have no complaints.  It’s very soothing to hear that kind of pleasure and it makes me feel warm and fuzzy.  And you know?  He hasn’t clawed me once!  I’d say that was a bonus, but then how could he?  He’s not around enough for that, though he occasionally likes to nibble my hands but that’s not a big deal.  But against her, he stands no chance.  At least not yet… maybe when he gets older.  He’ll be bigger than her, no doubt!

For now, lucky for him, he’s not alone.  You see, when he came home we have another female who took him under her wing.  She protected him and, in a sense, acted like a surrogate mother to him.  He was very young, you see, when I got him.  They told me he was 4 months old and I knew better.   He was, at best, 2 months old and barely weighed anything.   He was already neutered and ready to go, so we took him home.  I’m sure the shelter was very happy to have one less mouth to feed.   Have you guessed by now?   I’m talking about our cats.

We have four.   One who might as well be a dog, he is most curious and lets people know he’s here but he’s not a bully unless you bring another animal in the house.  Then he’s pissy and growly for a few days (months?) and then he’s back to jolly again.  He did run out one of the cats, a gray male, who had no protector because his “sister” was my love.  She was a little diva back then!   I tried to protect him but cat against cat I was lost.  He ran away and I never got him back.   The rescue, where we got him, called about 3 months later I want to say? that they found him and were going to bring him back but after I told them the situation, they rehomed him.  I’m sure he’s happier now.  I was bittersweet.  Glad he was OK and sad he wasn’t here with me.  But now I understand why.

This new baby cat had our second female, a strong female who, I guess, is the equivalent of Mr. pissy, which we named Kink because his tail has a kink in it.  Yeah, we’re not that creative…  The second female is named Dash because she used to run around like a mad kitty from place to place.  She doesn’t do that anymore unless you want to cuddle, then she runs off and when she can’t I swear her eyes grow three times the size of her head and well, that’s just weird.   I think she should be called Bug but hubs wants to keep Dash, so there she is.  She’s very secure and maybe that’s why Munchie, the little guy, was able to “survive” Kink’s  mean streak.   Kink is fine with Munchie now, by the way.  That’s Kink chewing on the cord… Dash is the one on the top rank observing everything.  She was kind of top dog even when she was little, haha.

three cats in the tree

That little dark one there?  That was Shark.  She ate everything in her path and she could smell food from miles away.  She could be peacefully sleeping but if you went to the kitchen and got some food, suddenly you had a cat attached to your hip!  Unfortunately, she was also skittish.  She couldn’t survive the diva so she hid a lot.  We toyed with naming her Skittles for a while.  I loved her though.  I lost her in the fourth of July fire last year.  We took almost half an hour trying to catch her as we had to evacuate.  We finally did but her brain was broken.  She was so scared after that she was super skittles after we came home.   They day after, I went to work, came home and she was nowhere to be found.  I thought, becuase she was hiding a lot before, she was still scared from the fire insanity.  But no, I never found her.   We can only assume she ran out.  We looked high and low, left food out, etc. but my little one never came home…  It was probably her love I was missing before I got Munchie.  I can still hope that one day she comes back, she has a chip, but as time goes, it seems less likely.  But you never know, I might have 5 cats one day!

That was sad news, but if that hadn’t happened, I wouldn’t have found Munchie, named because he likes to chew on a lot of things, my hands included, is my second love.  He’s the one I’m having the affair with.  As I said, he purrs up a storm but for now, I have to keep him “hidden” from the diva, as far as our affections are concerned.  Here are the duos, you can see Munchie with Dash, back when they both fit in one of the cat tree beds.  They don’t fit like that anymore…








But they still remain friends, together.  Now I bet you’re wondering where the diva cat is… well, surprisingly, her name is not Ms. Diva though it should be.  I told you, we aren’t that creative.  Her name is Furrette though originally I was planning on calling her silver, because of her colour… I should have know I was in trouble…at the rescue, her name was Princess.  Yup, she lives up to that name, except now I think it’s the queen.  But only to me, I think.  Dash and Kink tend to be the ones that go hey, what’s going on?  While Furrette is perfectly content ignoring  everyone and sometimes she does it so well you can’t even see her!  So, without further ado, here’s my love, the jealous cow, as I call her affectionately.  The one whom I love to see and she loves to ignore me, at least until she decides she wants the cuddles, then I can’t get her off me.  Unless hubs walks in, then I get scratched as she jumps off.  No sir, you can’t watch her cuddle!  That’s some kind of sacrilege!   Anyway, here she is in all her glory giving the, “And who said you can take a picture?!” look:Message_1413866887420[1]

That’s Kink again.  He’s into everything, so of course he’s in there too.  She’s more camera shy so I don’t have too many of her but the ones I do, Kink’s usually there too, haha.  The only reason he’s not there with Dash and Munchie is because he didn’t fit but chances are he was in another spot on the tree or nearby.  He loves to explore and if you have something in your hand he wants to know what it is, even if you just showed him.

I love my fur kids!  Every day is very entertaining.   Do you forgive me for having an affair?  I hope so!  I’m sure you have your own in some way or another.  And if you have a diva like I do, let me know!  Thanks for reading!

Edit:  I forgot to say all my cats are from rescue or from the shelter.  I’ve only had rescue pets and they’ve always been the best.  Please adopt from a rescue/shelter before buying.   You’ll be glad you did!

Cooked Babies… with a sour twist…

It all started with this video depicting a baby in a car and an idiot mom on the phone who goes shopping, gets caught up in idiocy, and the baby, from the looks of it, gets cooked in the car.

It got me upset for several reasons and it makes me shake my head that this happens every day for more times than I’d like.  WHO are these people?!  I heard myself scream in my head.  How can they just walk past a baby in the car and go on their merry way?!

And then I realise… those people are the same people you and I both know.  They’re everyday folks who think it’s “none of their business” or “I don’t want to get involved.”  or “I don’t want to get in trouble.”

So.  You rather have a life die than god forbid, DO something because you fear something?!?!

That’s just not right.  The video depicts a man crashing the window open to get the baby out and what does my friend say?  “OMG I wouldn’t do that!  That driver will sue me and I might go to jail.”

So there you go folks… people we know and some we even love…that was the primal fear.  The law.  Retaliation.  And as MUCH as I would love to have said no, they’d be grateful you saved their baby, the answer is a clear you’re probably right.  The question then becomes, would you risk it?!  And sadly, for many people, the answer is a hell no.

What kind of a society are we living in that people sue each other at a drop of a hat?  That we care more about PROPERTY than life?!  What kind of a life is this?  I don’t want to live in a place like this.  I don’t want to be one of those people.

Is it because I’m a mother or a woman?  Or is it because I am HUMAN?  I think it’s the latter.  I could not and have not passed by a baby in the car and kept going.  If the baby was crying, I would call the police at the very least!

Now here is where the world, in my eyes, gets fuzzy.  If it was a dog in the car?  I’ll crash the friggin window no questions asked!! And I would gladly go to jail for vandalism.   Yes, you heard me correctly.  If it was a baby, I’d call the cops.  If it was a dog, I’d crash the window.  And I still call myself human.  But you might wonder where my loyalty lies as I did.  Why on earth would I not hesitate for a dog but would for a baby?

Is it because we’re overpopulated?  Because there are far too many babies out there?  Because I don’t like babies or kids in general?  Because I hate humans?  Not exactly.  While the above things have crossed my mind in the past, it’s not the reason.  I don’t hate all humans, only some of them.  I like babies and kids just fine as long as they’re quiet and/or away from me…but I can say the same thing about horses and wild animals…at least the “away from me” part.  Kids just happen to be noisy, smelly, kinda selfish, creatures and well, they’re everywhere!  But as long as I can give a kid back to whomever, I’m good to go!

We are overpopulated and there are far too many babies out there but so what?  Does that justify the ending of a life?  Not to me.  I am sad for every life that ends, be it human, animal, plant life, or anything else that is living that doesn’t fit these categories.  Life, to me, is precious and sacred, regardless of what form it is in.

So why the dog and not the kid?  Dogs are very loyal, giving, and they give unconditional love.  They show it every day.  You go to the bathroom and come out and you’d think you’d been gone for a decade they’re so dang happy to see you!  What other animal out there does the same thing?  None others that I know of but well I’ve not owned too many species of pets so I could be wrong.  I’m told rats are super affectionate but the ones I’ve had were more interested in food than cuddles.  Which isn’t to say that dogs don’t all want food too, they do!  But goodness do they like to stick by you!  Some are more glued to your hip than others but they’re all very loving.

I always thought I was a cat person…cat lover… I even changed my name to an all cat name for that very purpose.  There were other reasons, but that was one of them.  But cats tend to be more independent and solitary.  They love you from afar.  They care but don’t always show it.    They’re the divas of the world.  See me when I want you to see me and hug me only if I’m allowing you, otherwise, just leave me alone!  Gotta love the cats, they make you love them more by being so aloof and conceited.  But cats don’t, in general, like road trips.   And it’s their very nature that keeps them at home, safe and sound.

Dogs, not so much.  Their constant want to be with you attitude makes owners make bad decisions.  It’s a hot day but Fido wants to come out with you.  He gets so sad when you leave him/her at home!  So, Fido goes with you and s/he’s so happy go lucky, you take him/her everywhere.  And then you have to go shopping.  It will only take five minutes you think… but we know that’s never true.  The lines get too long, the produce isn’t right, the brands are hard to pick through because they don’t have yours… whatever the reason.. it’s hardly EVER five minutes!  Meanwhile, Fido cooks in your car…

Their core temperature is about  102.3 so it doesn’t take long to start cooking…  On top of that, dogs get anxious when stressed and start bouncing around more… that raises temperatures too.  You know how it feels when you’re stressed out…suddenly the room’s a sauna even with the air conditioner on.  Dogs are no different and in fact get worse because they CANNOT take their fur coat off.

I worked at veterinary practices as a registered/licensed veterinary technician and I saw far too many cooked dogs come through.  Owners swearing they were only there for three minutes but now Fido is dead on my table…  been in the freezer for an hour and still has a core temperature of 300 degrees.  That’s more than heart breaking, it’s down right infuriating.  How can you let this happen?!?

Maybe if I had seen more cooked babies, my POV would be different, but I haven’t.  I’ve seen a lot of cooked dogs and THAT is why I would crash the window on a dog.  Dogs are so innocent and all they want to do is love!  Babies/kids?  I don’t know… they always seem to want something and the rewards are usually far and few in between…often making people question WHAT were they thinking?!  Then again, I suppose people who don’t understand what it means to own a dog might just ask the same question so I guess I’m just biased.

In the end though, I believe BOTH babies/kids and dogs deserve to live.  They deserve to be protected not forgotten or neglected!!

I had a friend on facebook make a post that said she jimmied a car door once and got a dog out and waited for the owner who started cussing and hollering at her for taking the dog out.  The “five minutes” man had been gone for 18 minutes from the time she found the dog, so who knows how long the dog had ALREADY been in there!  She had a timer and that’s how she knew how long he’d been gone.  She offered this angry man this gem:  “If you can sit in the car with the window as you had it for your dog for 18 minutes, I will give you 20 dollars.”  The man thought she was joking but she showed him the money and he was like OK whatever.  He lasted 3 minutes!  It was then that he realised what he had done and started thanking her profusely!

I will NEVER pass by a crying baby or an agitated animal in the car and just walk on because I fear the law or retaliation.  I will, most likely, crash the window and await to get arrested.   But maybe, just MAYBE, that baby/pet owner will thank me.  I can’t risk any other outcome though, no baby or dog is staying in the car without me caring!  I will carry around dog money from now on and do as my friend did.  That right there was genius.  If you can stand your “five minutes” in the car, I can give you money, but I can assure you that you will have a different perspective than you had before you just left for them “five minutes.”

And for those of you that don’t do this or don’t have kids or pets?  Try it.  Go sit in your car for as long as you can with the windows up.  Then try it with the windows “cracked” and see what happens.  Hint: It doesn’t get any cooler and sometimes it gets even HOTTER.
Now do the same thing but with a fur coat on…  See for yourself what Fido feels…  Then come talk to me and let’s go save more lives!!