Trezza's Truth

Just my thoughts on everything . . .

Surpriiiiiise! April 29, 2009

Filed under: Day-to-Day,Miscellaneous,T.V. Shows — lissatz @ 5:23 pm


I thought I’d surprise the crap out of all of you and do two whole posts minus the politics! I know, I know . . . hard to believe, right?

Unfortunately, this is only going to be worth reading if you watch the show Heroes. This is also going to be a very quick post. I just have to comment really quick on the last episode. First of all, I thought it was great – despite the fact that my friend’s husband tried to bring me down by telling me that now everything is just back to the way it started (Peter has his power back, etc., etc.) Whatever! I still enjoyed it. Holy crap! When the president turned into Peter I couldn’t believe it! I don’t know why I didn’t call it, but I didn’t. Anyways, when Peter turned into the President I could not believe it! Woo hoo! Now that Peter’s got his powers back, I think it’s time to take his shirt off again. Peter will not truly be Peter until that happens. I thought maybe when they were all by that fire he’d take off his shirt, but alas, it was not too be. Oh, well. There’s always next season . . .

That’s all. (See? I told you it would be short.)

Here’s some more Milo/Peter for your viewing pleasure.



The best website EVAR! (Yes, that is supposed to be misspelled. You know, to look like how a Valley girl would say it.) December 9, 2008

Filed under: Day-to-Day,Miscellaneous — lissatz @ 9:53 pm is officialy my most favoritist website in the whole wide world. I know I’m a total loser because I’ve posted nothing in forever. I have another more political post I’m working on, but for now, let’s just talk about Etsy.

So, one of my friends (okay, so, like, one of my only 3 friends – I’m selective, okay? actually, that’s an entirely different topic that I could blog about, but I’ll save it for another day) had this website listed on her blog because her sister sells stuff on it. All I knew was that it was a website where people sell homemade stuff. I’m thinking, “Yeah, like I want to buy some cheesy crafts that some stay-at-home mom makes in her spare time. How gay!” But then, I actually decided to check it out. Oh-my-God! It’s so NOT cheesy little craft projects. It is really cool, original, amazing items that these awesome people make with their very own hands, like in the good ol’ days. So cool! You can get pretty much anything on this site – I’m not kidding you. I’m talking pottery, jewelry of all kinds, food of all kinds, clocks, photography, paintings, etc. I can’t name even a small percentage of the kind of great stuff they have on here. I could spend months exploring it.

Etsy reminds me a bit of another site that I love, Uncommon Goods, however, is more expensive, but you can find items for anywhere from $10 to thousands of dollars. Etsy, on the other hand, is much more inexpensive. While there are pricier items, for the most part, is is pretty cheap. The beauty of both of these sites is that it is all unique, one-of-a-kind stuff. Nothing you can find at your local Target or shopping mall – and without the designer price tags.

In addition to all of these reasons, Etsy is also much better than Ebay, in my experience. I won’t go into detail, but I’ve only purchased two things off of Ebay and both times were bad experiences. I made sure to purchase from sellers with high feedback ratings and I still ended up getting screwed. On the other hand, most of Etsy’s sellers seem to have 100% ratings with a high number of buyers. I’ve purchased about ten things from ten different sellers and all of been absolutely wonderful experiences. Everyone is so nice and well-skilled in the customer service department. 90% of the sellers I purchased from sent me personal e-mails thanking me for my purchase and at least half sent me beautiful personalized thank you cards/notes with the shipment (personally addressed to me). So amazing.

I’m telling you, if you haven’t experienced this website, you simply must do so. I love it!

That’s all.

P.S. Oh, yeah! One more thing: these sellers seem pretty open to customizing things for you, too. I asked one if they could do a canvas I found, but with black writing instead of white, and it was no problem at all. She specially made it just for me. So totally awesome!


Change of Heart October 24, 2008

Filed under: Miscellaneous,Political — lissatz @ 5:42 am


I think I’ve blogged previously that I’m going to vote all incumbents out of office, but I’ve changed my mind. Here’s why: The Dems are on the verge of having a filibuster-proof Senate. They already have control of the House, where there is no filibuster. If Obama wins, which is, unfortunately, very likely, the Dems will have COMPLETE CONTROL of the federal government. There will be no dissent anywhere and no stopping the liberals. Although I really wanted to take a stand against these bastards this year, I know that taking a stand against socialism is more important at this critical time. Please join me!

That’s all.


We Have Poop! October 23, 2008

Filed under: Day-to-Day,Miscellaneous — lissatz @ 8:36 am

 (Okay, so this isn’t an actual picture of “the event”, but it’s the closest thing I could find.)

I feel like a parent whose child has just gone potty on the “big toilet” for the first time. It’s been exactly one week since I’ve had her and four days since her enema and the stray kitty has finally pooped on her own (no stimulation) and in her litter box, no less! WOO HOO! It was quite a major event considering the only time she’s ever pooped was with the assistance of a vet. I heard her going to town scratching it up in her litter box so I leaned in to check out what was happening. Then, I began to smell that oh-so-familiar scent of animal poo and I knew that my little girl was taking care of business. Then, she proceeded to remain seated on her poo with sleepy “pot eyes” (you know, how people look after smoking weed?). Although she was obviously relaxed and perfectly content where she was, after a minute or two I decided I needed to remove her from her own stink. I immediately sent out a mass text message (okay, so it was just my  mom, sister, and husband) to alert them of the poop situation. Everyone was ecstatic and we all lived happily ever after. (Yeah, I know that last bit didn’t really “fit” with this little story, but it just felt right.)

My little girl is growing up. Sniff . . .


Prelude to Pregnancy? October 22, 2008

Filed under: Day-to-Day,Miscellaneous — lissatz @ 8:01 am


As many of you know, I have four cats, four of which I attained via a feral mama cat at my workplace about 2+ years ago. Well, there are still feral cats roaming that junkyard and this was confirmed on Wednesday. I was in the bathroom washing my hands, looking out the window at the picturesque view of old, rusted drill parts, rickety wooden pallets, and metal shelving when I noticed two adult cats with cow markings (white with black splotches) sprawled amongst the rubble. Suddenly, two tuxedo (black with white paws and chest) kittens emerged through a tiny crevice between a shelf and a pallet. Of course, I immediately ran down the stairs and out the backdoor to greet the newfound critters. I crouched down, making kissy noises trying to lure them out. One would come out a few inches and back up; then the other would follow suit. This went on for a few minutes until one tiny feline crept out to within inches of my knee. I swooped it up into my hands and ran inside to show “the guys” (I work for a mining company – all men, of course). My boss, Darrin, who is SO NOT a “cat person” has been wanting to get an outside cat (he’s actually allergic) and immediately wanted to take this cat home. Although I am not a proponent of outdoor cats, I cut some slack to people who live in more rural areas, which he does; it’s more of a “farm” life. My intentions were just to show the guys and give the baby back to its mom, but my boss had other plans.

This kitten was tiny! Definitely smaller than the kittens we put up for adoption at the animal shelter, so I knew I needed to do some “googling” to figure out how old the little thing was. I decided that she’s about 3 to 4 weeks old – very young. It would need to be bottle-fed. While I’ve never done it myself, I knew that bottle feeding a kitten took some work – constant feeding, stimulating eliminations, etc. So, I told Darrin that if he paid for everything, I would take care of it for a while until it was ready to go to his house. Once this was agreed to, I, of course, got right back on the computer to read everything I could about raising a kitten. After work, I headed immediately to Petsmart for all the fixin’s.

Once home, it became clear that this tiny ball of fur was NOT impressed with this pathetic excuse for a nipple or fake cat milk. I also tried canned kitten food, but to no avail. Thankfully, a light bulb lit up above my head and I remembered that I had a syringe from the medication I had to give one of my cats a couple years ago and we were able to get down at least one syringeful. The kitten went to sleep in the carrier, but was up whining by 3:05 a.m. I tried to ignore its cries, but, unfortunately, I’m not a heavy sleeper. While I was mixing the formula, I was surprised to hear my husband’s footsteps in the kitchen. We sat on the couch together trying to get this tiny life form to digest this milk-like concoction. She eventually downed two syringefuls and we all went back to bed forty minutes later. James, of course, was out within minutes; I, on the other hand, did not drift off for another hour or so. Needless to say, I was a bit sleepy the next morning, while the little one was spry and ready to go. Typical.

So, I’ve been taking care of this little girl (from the diagrams online, we think she’s a girl) for only six days and everyone, including myself, has fallen head-over-heels in love with her. For the moment, at least, she has blue eyes. Although her eye color is pretty, her eyes are actually a bit deformed. The right one appears to be lazy, as it seems permanently placed in the inner bottom corner of her eye socket. It’s actually quite endearing. In addition to the eye issue, she looks as if she’s been riding a very, very tiny horse (a My Little Pony, perhaps?) for a very long time. (For those of you not so quick on the draw, I mean she’s bow legged.) Again, very cute. Her only major problem is the fact that she’s not pooping! I had to take her to the vet on Saturday so they could give her an enema. They gave me the rest of the solution in case I need it. Well, it’s Tuesday night and still no pooping! Errrr!

I realize that a baby kitten is NOT the same thing as an infant human, but it’s surprisingly similar: I have to feed her about every 3 to 4 hours; I must “stimulate” her genitals so that she “eliminates” (yeah, I know you don’t need to do this to human babies, but it’s kind of like changing diapers); I feed her formula; in between eating and bursts of energy, she sleeps for hours; she whines when she’s hungry or wants attention; I have to keep a constant eye on her if she’s not in her carrier; she wakes up crying in the middle of the night.

This brings me to my point. My biological clock has been ticking hard over the past several months and, although it’s been a bit tiring at times, this little adventure has only sped up the incessant ticking. While there are moments when I’m tired of caring for her, it’s totally worth it because I love her. When I do actually leave the house for a few hours (while her foster daddy is home caring for her), I miss her and am excited to see her when I get home. She is the tiniest, sweetest, most helpless little thing in the world and I love her!

(I know what you’re thinking, “If she loves this damn kitten so much, how does she expect to give it up when the time comes?” No worries. Of course, I’ll be sad to let her go, but I’m okay with it as long as I know she’s going to a good home. I seriously can’t handle the number of cats I already have, there is absolutely NO WAY I can take anymore.)

 Anyways, I am totally loving taking care of this little creature and can’t wait to have a human one someday.

That’s all.


The Sky is Falling September 23, 2008

Filed under: Day-to-Day,Miscellaneous,Political — lissatz @ 5:57 am


Wow. What a depressing day this has been. Glenn Beck (and Ross Perot, for that matter) have been shouting from the rooftops for years about our pending economic doom and they’ve finally been exonerated. They can no longer be laughed at; people snickering and pointing, whispering “Chicken Little” under their breaths. They were right!

Even after more than a week of listening to talk radio and watching news programs, I am still pretty much as confused as I was initially. I know the basics and I’ve heard the frightening statistics and it scares the living crap out of me! As long as my husband and I can keep our jobs, we’ll be fine. He works in property management and I’m in mining. Typically, when the economy takes a dump, mining booms, so I’m more than likely going to be fine. But, who knows if our jobs are truly stable? Thank God neither of us is in retail or housing or the financial industry. It seems like those will be the worst hit. What about all of my friends and family? Are their jobs safe? I don’t think anyone’s job is truly safe. Well, maybe the medical field. I don’t know. I know I’m rambling. I’ve just been sick to my stomach listening to Glenn Beck today. I purposely didn’t listen to Darrell Ankarlo this morning just to give myself a break. But, as soon as I turned on Glenn Beck, it was all economy, all the time.

I realize that it’s depressing and long, but it’s worth the read, if you want to be prepared for what’s ahead.

Anyways, I know I just need to think positively because there’s not much I can do except: write my representatives, don’t spend more than I really need to, save, save, save! Oh, and PRAY!

Sorry to be bring you down, but everyone needs to be as prepared as we possibly can! Don’t bury your head in the sand. Ignoring the facts won’t do anything to help you.

That’s all.


Good-bye, Babalu September 11, 2008

Filed under: Day-to-Day,Miscellaneous — lissatz @ 8:30 am


Dogs’ lives are too short.  Their only fault, really.  ~Agnes Sligh Turnbull

I think we are drawn to dogs because they are the uninhibited creatures we might be if we weren’t certain we knew better.  They fight for honor at the first challenge, make love with no moral restraint, and they do not for all their marvelous instincts appear to know about death.  Being such wonderfully uncomplicated beings, they need us to do their worrying.  ~George Bird Evans, Troubles with Bird Dogs

The more I see of man, the more I like dogs.  ~Mme. de Staël

Dogs are not our whole life, but they make our lives whole.  ~Roger Caras

A dog is one of the remaining reasons why some people can be persuaded to go for a walk.  ~O.A. Battista

Dogs have given us their absolute all.  We are the center of their universe.  We are the focus of their love and faith and trust.  They serve us in return for scraps.  It is without a doubt the best deal man has ever made.  ~Roger Caras


I had to put Lucky down today. 😦 Talk about one of the worst moments in my life. Long story made short, he’s been doing really badly for the last couple of days. Once again, all of a sudden, he was dragging far behind me on walks and taking 20 minutes for a walk that should take 10. He couldn’t get himself up from a laying position, no matter how hard he tried. He was peeing all over himself. My husband and I created a harness out of towels and helped him walk outside to go to the bathroom. His urine smelled like nothing I’ve ever smelled before. (My mom said it’s probably because his kidneys were shutting down.) He was drinking water like it was the last drop on Earth. His breathing was all funny – low and shallow one minute, short and quick the next. He was definitely not having a fun time at life and I was running a hospice center out of my home.

When I’m stressed, I either don’t eat at all or I eat everything within my grasp. Today, I ate everything within my grasp that was sure to take a year or two off my life. Actually, I was okay until the guys at work took me up on my proposition about getting a cake from Tammie Coe because I was depressed. I ate a huge piece. Then, I decided to just throw my whole eating day to hell and get a 10-piece McNugget and fries for dinner.

Anyways, James couldn’t bring himself to go with me, but my sister and her ex-boyfriend (don’t ask – long story) went with me. (Her ex-boyfriend is really kind of like one of the family because he lived with us for a year-and-a-half.) Of course, like our other dog, Jake, Lucky is old and so his veins suck to stick with needles. The vet techs taped a catheter to his front left leg and left the room. When the vet finally came in, he had problems getting the fluid-of-death to go in and Lucky tried to bite him. (I warned everyone there that Lucky had tried to bite a vet before.) The vet decided to go another route and use his left leg. He couldn’t get it to go in there either because of his old veins. He had to leave the room for a second to get some other kind of device. (Don’t ask me what the difference was in any of these techniques, I’m no medical expert.) The assistant cradled Lucky’s head in her arms to that he wouldn’t try to bite anyone and I squatted in front of Lucky’s face, with one hand under his chin and the other patting his head. He was really quite calm. I continued to gently pet his head while the vet plunged the pink liquid into his leg. I could feel the tension go out of his neck and he slowly lowered his head down to the ground as tears trickled down my cheeks. I told him I loved him and kissed his head.

I had my sister’s boyfriend drive us home because I’m not the best of drivers while I’m crying. When I got home, I hugged my husband and cried. Then my sister, Stephanie, wanted to go find a fish tank. Since I knew all I was going to do otherwise was sit and mope, I decided to go with her.  So, we went to a fish store, where the tanks were too expensive, and then to Petco. As we walked in, I noticed some dog treats on sale for $1. I went to grab them before I realized that I didn’t have a dog anymore. When we got home, Lucky wasn’t in his “spot”. Later, my husband and I went to Target. Driving home, I told him that normally, I would take Lucky on a walk when I got home. But, I don’t have a dog anymore. When we got home, Lucky still wasn’t in his “spot”. No longer, will he trip us up while walking through the house. When I go into the backyard, Lucky won’t be there to continuously roll a ball toward my feet, begging me to throw it. When the cats are done with their breakfast, Lucky won’t be there to furiously lick up the scraps. I won’t hear the clickety-clack of his claws tapping the floor as he follows me around the house. On the other hand, I won’t ever have to see the look in his eyes from the pain and suffering he endures again. I guess I can live with that.

That’s all.