Yeah, I swear every now and then. I guess that makes me a naughty little monkey. If you have a problem with that, more power to ya. Everyone needs a hobby.
WIPs
Gong Stampato
FOs
Hot Head x 2
Ribbed-for-Her-Pleasure-Scarf
'04
Hot Head x 1
Top Secret
Black Bag
Zeeby's Bag
Big Bad Baby Blanket
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Saturday, October 23, 2004 |
- Finish sweater
- Kiss all the cute boys
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Tuesday, October 19, 2004 |
Abby was my childhood cat. She was totally great, but she died in my arms in the spring of my senior year. I worked at the vet clinic then, and that summer I saw a flyer promoting this 'two kitties for one' deal at the Humane Society. Dad was against getting a cat ("The dog is still too young.") but I felt that it was something I needed to do. So, I trotted down there one day to have a look.
There are always a ton of kittens at HS, but I didn't really want that. I've never had a kitten, but I know that they're a lot of work. I didn't want an older cat either, which is bad of me, but I wanted my pet to have some years left. I looked around and saw two cats in a lower level cage. When I bent down, the tabbyish cat walked over to me. She had huge, glowing, expressive eyes that told me she was sociable. I asked to have a closer look, but I was sold. I'm very particular about how I spend my money. I don't like to make impulsive purchases but I knew that these were my cats. I just knew.
The adoption lady told me they had been found in the desert together. They were both 9 months old, but not related. I still wonder what happened to them, how they met each other. I guess that's they're little secret. Anyways, I picked them up a day later, after they had been spayed, and took them home.
Beatrice fit in right away. Theta hid under the bed for a week. Then one day, she came out from under there and started chewing on my ear. It's been a battle to stop her every since.
Because dad was all freaked out about the dog thing, I decided not to let them out of my room, at least not for a little while. I think that it was a really good choice. It allowed my cats and me to really bond, as corny as that sounds. They knew me before they ever had to deal with meeting my family.
Well, Dad was still pretty bent out of shape. But one day he laughed untill he cried when he saw Theta running down the hall on three legs, a sock in her mouth, one paw holding the sock up. He and Beatrice are best buds now, even though I don't like him feeding her from the table.
Beatrice is a 'talker,' and if you don't know cats, it won't make sense to you. She's a little skittish, but she is soooo sweet. She goes nuts when I brush her and she'll cuddle up to me during the winter when my room gets cold. I honestly believe that she watched over Theta when they were in the desert. Beatrice seems like a hunter. She's not big on chasing after string, but she's great at catching crickets.
Theta, well, I have no idea what goes on in her head. She is always bringing me things like yarn, bags of screws, pieces of my dad's train set and one time, a shirt out of my dirty clothes hamper. She's not like Beatrice. Theta is very picky about when she wants attention, but when she's in the mood, there's no pushing her away. She starts bugging me when my alarm goes off because she knows that means food is coming soon. Ahh, routine.
I love my little babies. When I worked at the kennel, obsessive pet owners always drove me nuts. Now I can join ranks with the best of them. I never thought that my cats would bring me as much joy as they have, so I'm thankful for every minute I have with them. Except when I'm trying to sleep.
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Saturday, October 16, 2004 |
There comes a point in a girls life when she has to sit down and face the music. My friends say to me last night, "Now I know why you knit so much." Life sucks, there's no two ways about it. Even worse, people suck. In the words of my best friend, "I wish that people would spend more time loving each other instead of putting so much energy into being mean." Wishing that old friends would come back doesn't change a thing...nostalgia never did anything but waste time between reality. I'm so grateful for the people that I have in my life right now, this very moment. As for those who have chosen a different path...
There also comes a point in a girls life when she needs to cash in on the pain of others. So, I give you this toast:
Cup of black coffee....99 cents
Box of ex-lax............8 dollars
ER visit.....................24 dollar co-pay
Seeing the look on your sisters' face while she's constipated.....priceless.
There are some things money can't buy. For everything else, there's revenge.
I swear, deep down inside, I'm a very sweet person.
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Thursday, October 07, 2004 |
I think that witchcraft (the cool kind, not the lame Wicca kind) would have to be something like writing in HTML. Sure, everyone can do it, but who really wants to sit there and push through all that? Most people can be completely happy with a homepage born from a template. But there are those out there who slave away at the code, putting endless hours into their creation, and, in the end, reap their just rewards. HTML, like this witchcraft I imagine, can do so much more. It takes a simple thing and makes it extrodinary and totally cool...almost like magic. Get it? You people should pay me for this cuz it's gold.
In other news...don't you hate it when you see your friend at the coffee shop and you clean your table up so they can sit down and then they completely blow you off and sit with someone else? I just think that's terribly rude.
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Wednesday, October 06, 2004 |
So, as I said earlier, I had this massively insane night at work on Sunday. Halfway through my shift I started worrying about my cornsnake, Nora, because I haven't been able to feed her since she was going to shed soon. It kinda stresses me out to think that she's hungry. When I got home that night, there was this freshly shed skin all laid out on the floor of her cage. That was just another little gem of a moment that made me glad to be involved with reptiles.
I guess I could post some pictures of her, since she's gotten a bit bigger...
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