Bye, Bye Babies!

The kittens are gone. I gave them up this past Saturday to the Austin Humane Society. It sucked. I was really attached to this bunch of kittens. They were so cute and had such distinct personalities. Inky was the dominant ass kicking kitten who kept every other cat in line. Wicket with her one expression who was so beautiful but bitchy when you picked her up. Lastly, Ophelia who was the most angelically beautiful kitten I have ever seen. For reals, check out the picture isn't she cute? I will truly miss Ophelia. If I could have kept another kitten it would have been her. But, I couldn't knowing I had to give up her sisters and she truly deserves a little girl or big girl who will totally have the time to adore her. I confess, I think this will be the last batch I will foster. Not only does it suck to give them up but I am seriously in the hole by 200+ bucks (shots and surrender fees) and that is not counting the kitten food and the tons of cat litter I had to buy for those little crap machines...but they were cute little crap machines. I wish them luck and I know that they will do fine, much better than how I am doing right now. 

With this ring!

Ah, here is my wedding ring. I did have a photo of it on my hand but I never noticed until now that I have a gene for hairy knuckles. So, now that it's official that I am not a hand model, I will tell you of this ring. No, it is not the one ring that rules them all but my wedding ring. I get asked a lot if I meant to get a blue stone. I answer, hell yeah, I wanted a sapphire. I love the color. My sister bought the stone at a great price by going on a date with a jeweler but don't worry nothing funky happened. She mailed the stone to me and my husband set in a platinum setting. Which ended up being a good idea since I get my ring caught on everything, doorknobs, doorknobs, hooks, nails and etc.

I do have a funny story. My sister suggested I write about it to get over the trauma. I made the mistake of taking off my ring and putting it on top of the toilet. No biggie. I forgot it was there and I started to take a shower. I notice that there was no soap so I decided to steal the soap from the sink. On the way back to the shower I knocked my ring of the top of the toilet and it fell and bounced in the pot. Well, that sucked but the worse part was that I had used the facilities (number 2) and I forgot to flush the toilet. So here I am freaking out because I lost my wedding ring. I open the toilet and I see my beautiful ring underneath my...stuff. I didn't even think twice, I struck my hand in the toilet and fished around. I got a hold of it and pulled it up and then freaked out because I just put my hand in a toilet. After letting my ring soak for 5 days in a ring cleaning solution and scrubbing my arm raw for 20 minutes, I felt better. So, the moral of the store don't ever put your rings except on your finger or on a ring holder or you may have to fish it out from someplace horrible. 

I feel pretty!

I got my hair cut today at a new salon called Vanity. I have to say I had lots of fun and I totally loved my hairstylist, Erica. I also have a little makeup on but I rubbed most of it off because the allergies suck here. I totally love my hair and though the picture is nice but it doesn't show off my hair too well. I did notice that it showed off my girls very nicely. Thanks, chica (my evil sister). So what do you think? And I mean about my haircut. 

When life imitates a Seinfeld episode!

I am a Seinfeld fan but I only fell in love with the show after the series ended and I always seem to see the same five episodes on TV. Strangely, I have noticed that my life sometimes references that show, it's weird. For example, my sister and I were doing some shopping together at the local Nordstrom when on the way to the exit my sister stops in her tracks entranced by a shirt that she thinks is absolutely beautiful. I walk back because I had no idea she had stopped walking next to me until I asked her a question and discovered she disappeared. I walk back and stand next to her and while she tells me in an entranced voice that she adores the shirt. I take a look at it and it looks like a crappy white pirate shirt with frills and ruffles and I said to her, "ARGH (in my best pirate voice), what the hell are you thinking of sis?" I say this out loud and my sister is seriously shocked that I don't like it. I reply, "Hell, no it looks like the Seinfeld puffy shirt." My sister gasps in embarrassment, because not only was I totally correct with my description of the shirt but that also another shopper overheard our conversation and snickered like Flicka. I know my sister was embarrassed but I have to tease her especially when life imitates art.