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My Mom and the Big C...Cancer

2011-04-12T01:53:00.002-05:00

Ugh, it's been a while since I did some therapeutic blogging but I've felt compelled to do it recently. My mom who has a whole mess of health problems such as diabetes, gallbladder disease, a hypothyroid and I suspect a case of the crazies also has cancer. I found out just before I was schedule to fly out the next day for my sister's destination wedding in Mexico.

My parents didn't attend because I believe they have a genuine fear of Mexico and who doesn't these days. My mom asked me to tell my sister on her wedding trip. I confess that I kept that little tidbit under my hat till after the wedding. No point in telling them unless they can fly back and do the surgery themselves. I wouldn't do it to them but my mom was surprised, nonetheless, that I hadn't informed them. I figured news that personal new deserves to be personally delivered. I think my sister was in a state of shock and even though my mom gave her guilt for still going on her wedding (she didn't know at the time) she still showed up early this morning to see my mom before her surgery.

How did I react when I found out? I have to confess, I don't have a particularly great relationship with my mom but that phone call still devastated me. Cancer is pretty terrify. I've known more people who've died of cancer than survived it. So I was nervous. My family has no history of cancer and I kind of knew that if I eat right and exercise I would avoid the biggies that kill most of my family members, diabetes complications and congestive heart failure. So, now I have to worry about uterine cancer. Alright, bring it on. I am pretty optimistic of my chances. I am very in tune with my body so I hope I can sense when something is not quite right.

During all my mom's testing, somebodyed ask if her daughters would get tested for the cancer gene. I told her no straight up. I am not really interested in knowing, honestly. I haven't had kids yet so I am going to hang on to that possibly problematic uterus for as long as I got. What purpose would it serve me to know in this point of my life. I don't enjoy living in fear.

Honestly, here's what I really wanted after I received this devastating news. My parents to get a divorce. I know someone is wishing me to burn in hell but the one thing I've learned out of life is that you can't make someone love you if they don't. My parents have had a rocky and manipulative marriage as far as I can remember and it has definitely affected my personal relationships. Now, I am not blaming my parents for any of my problems but as far back as I remember, I wished that my parents would find others to be happy with because they weren't with each other. Of course, I went through those years of wishing my parents wouldn't get divorced but after awhile their unhappiness in their marriage just spilled over to being unhappy with their lives. My dad smokes pot 3 times a week minimum while my mom became an emotional eater and shopper whose depression and poor spending habits sucked the very joy out of everything. My mom's depression was especially bad around the holidays. I am still trying to get in the festive mood and I've only just recently put up a Christmas tree. The first in 10 years.

Now, my dad is going to take care of my mom while she recovers. This ought to be interesting. I can only visit. I have to pay off my Mexico trip but maybe this might be the boost they need to either give it a go for old times sake or call it quits, permanently.

So, I am happy that my mom is going to recovery full from cancer. They caught it early enough. No chemo, no radiation needed. Yeah! Now let's see if they can take the next step towards the rest of their lives....hopefully apart.

Christmas!

2010-12-15T00:50:00.002-06:00

Well, it's that time of year again. This year we have done something different. We bought a real tree. Actually, I think it's our first Christmas tree ever as a a couple, ever! Not that I don't like getting in to the Christmas spirit, it's just that we've been so poor in the past to go out and get a tree, even a fake one. Then when I graduate we didn't have the room to put up a tree. Well, we've finally sprung for one this year. Our first Christmas tree in our new house.

Plus, in the picture was one of our house warming gifts, Sparkles. She is the little brown tabby/calico thing. The big brown and white cat squishing her is Paco. As you can tell they are best of buds. In the past they were almost too best of buds. Since she is so tiny I kind of missed her becoming a young lady and going in to heat. I just thought she was getting vocal. I only realized after her hormones revived Paco's libido from his neutering and I caught them hooked up. Not like Paco was going to be knocking her up it was a little shocking to see him violating my little girl. She didn't seem to mind, though. Overall, she is awesome and I totally adore her. I kind of surprised the husband when I told him we were picking her up but he chose her. I wanted her brother. As you can tell I am a sucker for brown tabbies. Plus, I've heard that calico cats are kind of cranky but she has turned out to be the best kitty! Just in case I forget and Happy Holidays!

Ima sucka...

2010-11-29T07:30:00.002-06:00

I'd like to think I am optimistic but I got suckered tonight. I volunteered to work a night shift tonight even though I am still in training. I got persuaded by my boss that it wouldn't be busy. I figured I can catch up on all my Internet gossip sites and start on a knitting project. I must have pissed of the work gods because I was busy from the get go. I tried my best but even I conceded defeat and called a coworker in to get me out the weeds. I guess the night wouldn't have sucked if I had eaten something but I was so busy that I couldn't even pee for 13 hours. I literally cried when I peed, it was that good.

I hate to say it but...I miss my old job. At least I didn't eat for 8 hours instead of the 12.5 as I do here. My old job was crazy busy all the time and it sucked but I loved it in a way. Plus I miss cussing. Seriously, I miss saying fuck, fuck, fuck at work. God it's so liberating to just cuss up a storm and not feel the need to censor yourself. Oh well, I will say I've had a rough start to a new job. It's bound to get better...right? I hope so!

Changes!

2010-10-01T09:21:00.002-05:00

Well, this year has been a busy one. I bought a house this year with the hubby. I didn't ever think I would do that. I am definitely a city gal and a condo was more up my alley than a house with a yard. Just the act of buying a home was a big thing. I am not known for making commitments. I have made being on the fence about everything an art form. Getting married changed all that and slowly I have been making the change to someone who commits to a course of action.

This week I quit my job. I, of course, have another job lined up but the act of quitting a job whose relationship to me is akin to having an abusive boyfriend is amazing. In fact, I tried to quit before but was lulled back with promises of changes and guilt. My husband was not happy. I have been consumed by restless nights and depression when it has come to my job. My husband knowing how cheerful of a person that I am, encouraged me to get the fuck out. I had the chance and I said no. He was not happy. Finally, they pissed me off. The messed with the one thing that was non-negotiable. Spending time with my husband. Give me a choice of spending time at work or with the hubbie. The hubbie wins every time. So, next came the fear of breaking my boss's heart. Well, actually my old boss. I switched departments recently and I really doubt that the new boss really knows my name. She took the resignation like a champ. My old boss had tears in her voice in the very awkward phone call that we had in my new bosses office...on speaker phone. So, now everyone knows. The response has been one of shock, awe, appeals of letting them know when my new place is hiring and maybe one pissy person. Am I a full of guilt...hell yeah. Am I sorry...hell no. I love my co-workers but the job is killing me and I am ready to move on. It sucks that I can't take them with me.

By the way, the other change? Our new kitty, Sparkles. We got her as a kitten back in April but she is a young lady cat now. I need to post a pix soon. She is adorable and has really completed our kitty clan. She is such a happy cat and is a real joy to be around. The other kitties are good, too. Overall...life is good and getting better.

RIP Babooner

2010-03-29T08:21:00.004-05:00

Here is a picture of Siamezer and Babooner. Siamezer died about a year ago and lately Babooner has been the last of our feral cat colony. We had Calico Kitty but she has been missing for the last couple of months and I can only hope that she found a good home.

The hubbie and I bought a house 2 weeks ago and one of our concerns was how to establish our outdoor kitty, Babooner, at the new house. Well, we don't have to worry about that anymore.

My husband discovered his body this morning on the stairwell towards our backdoor where he sleeps. He most likely died due to old age and the diseases that come with it. I had noticed that he was not looking too good lately but nothing to indicate to me that this weekend was his last. He was pretty feral. I never touched him once in the 10 years that we fed him. We trapped and neutered him when he was about 2 years old. So, for a feral cat he lived a long life. Still I wish that I could have at least touched him once before he died. We are still looking for Calico...

UPDATE: The apartment folks told us that a pack of dogs killed my kitty. I felt bad before but now I feel like shit. I feel like I could have prevented his death. I know that outdoor cats are exposed to more dangers than indoor kitties but after 10 years of taking care of him I figured we had another 10 years. I never worried about him he could out run anything...I guess I was wrong. I will miss you Babooner, you were the last of my feral colony and the patriarch. Rest in Peace.

Crack Cat vs. Smooth Operator

2010-03-11T00:31:00.002-06:00

Okay, I love how Paco is so smooth on his arm on my Ana cat but seriously can she be more cracked out?!? They are total opposites!

I suspect that something twitched on the floor when I took this picture but who knows?

Yin and Yang, sort of!

2010-01-28T01:19:00.000-06:00

Here is my Ana cat and Snuggles cuddling up. I took this picture in 5/2007. I love how Ana loves to snuggle her Snuggles but give her about 5 minutes and that cute cuddling turns into this oppressive biting and the Snugs gets weirded out because she makes him use a "safe" word for their play. So where the hell have I been? Freaking Facebook. It has gotten addicting and I feel the need to update my status every couple of days. I am trying to wean myself from FB but thank God I haven't done the Twittering thing. That's a little too much for me. So enjoy the my Snuggles aka Butters with my cute little girl, Ana. She is the only girl and I feel that in the next couple of months if everything goes as planned we will be celebrating us moving in to our first house with a new little girl kitten. We will see. The future looks good!

Sucked in by the eyes plus paw action!

2009-06-03T02:28:00.000-05:00

*Sigh* It's official. I am totally in love with my new kitteh! Here is my little Paco on a pile of clean laundry. I caught this rare moment of relaxation the other day. He is probably plotting my downfall. Those beady little eyes behind all that cute hides evil!

The sad part is that he is growing so fast. He is now in this lanky phase but he is still kitten cute. He isn't too happy with me since all that cuteness compels me to pick him up and squeeze him. I can't help it but and I am playing off of a line from Twilight, he is my own brand of Kitten Cocaine...and I am so addicted. He gets along well with our other kittys so far they have excepted him in to the pack. I am happy that he is adjusting well. I, too, am adjusting well. I initially was resistant because of my long love affair with my recently deceased Peanut aka Munchkin that left a sore spot in my heart but there is nothing like a kitten to help heal wounds. Seriously, when I have a bad day or my outlook in life totally sucks...squeezing a kitten helps. Life can't suck when there is cute kitten purring and snorgling your neck. Overall, life is good and I am looking forward to posting more pictures of my cute little devil!

The new guy!

2009-04-13T20:33:00.000-05:00

Isn't he cute! We have had this new guy for a week now and my other kitties, Sunny Bunny Bear, Ana and Snuggles are getting used to him. They aren't hissing as much and he seems to be adjusting well.

We got this little cutie off of Craigslist. An interesting thing...probably won't do it again but I am glad to have him. Of course, as the new guy we have a hazing period that pretty much lasts the entirety of his life with me...they must pose with various props but hats seem to be my favorite.

So, here is the new guy, still figuring out his name, and his little mariachi hat. It's too cute!

R.I.P

2008-10-04T00:17:00.000-05:00

Well, after a long battle with his illness, Munchkin aka Peanut told me, "Enough, it's time." and I humanely put him to sleep. It was a very hard decision to make that was made easier by that fact that he was in so much pain. It sucked for my husband and I, especially for my husband. Munchkin was his cat. The first cat he ever called "My cat" and he loved that cat and Munchkin adored him. Afterwards, I cried and then I believed I was fine. That was Tuesday but now it's Friday and after a busy week I have finally let the fact sink in that he is gone. It all started when I looked at some old photos of him when he was kitten for this blog post. He was so cute and lovable and all trouble. Some of the best photos I have of him are of him giving love to the other kittens but in reality he was a bruiser that used his paw like a pimp. But he was the first purchase my husband and I ever made that we fell madly in love with, besides our Sony Playstation. It hurts but like they say time heals and I can't wait long enough for time to hurry up and dull my pain for losing my Munchkin.

Oops! I did it again!

2008-08-19T23:06:00.000-05:00

Wow, I finally did it...again. Graduation was great! Whew, now here comes the hard part, trying to find a job. I kind of slacked compared to my classmates and I didn't start applying till after I graduated so I don't have as many opportunities if I had started earlier. But I am not complaining. I actually get to spend some time with the hubby and I am playing with my cats more and reconnecting with old friends that I haven't seen in forever. Plus, I am drinking alcohol again. This degree sucked out all of my drinking urges because I had to get up the next moring and use my brain. Other than that R & R is on tap for me.

Just wanted to put a shout out to all that made this happen! Thanks babe (hubbie), parents, parents-in-law, my family and friends (awesome peeps) and of course my menagerie of small furry and feathery creatures that gave me something to squeeze and pet bald when I was uber stressed out. Thanks all, I couldn't have done it without you! YOU ROCK!

Tocks!

2008-07-06T00:08:00.000-05:00

"Tocks" is my new favorite word. I found out about it by reading Cute Overload. Tocks is the shortened version of buttocks. So, after looking at my catalogue of photos I found a picture that was worthy of the "tocks" tag. I admit I feel like a pervert taking advantage of this sleepy bunny's bottom but it is too darn cute! Look at that little dark tail against those fluffy little thighs. It's too much. Oh, I feel so dirty for enjoying the view but admit it...you enjoy it, too.

Nap Time!

2008-07-05T22:47:00.000-05:00

Wow. I can't believe how long it's been since I've posted a blog. Well, I have been busy and graduation is only a month and a half away, Yeah! I am already looking for a job and I've had some people ask me to interview. Totally awesome! I can't wait to work and start earning my green and paying off that student loan.

Above is a picture I took a while back while visiting the Austin Zoo. I know people complain that it isn't an impressive zoo but I am quite proud of it. The majority of the animals are rescue animals. The big cats such as the lion passed out above were seized because they were abused or they just got to big for their owners to handle. The one thing that always makes me sad but happy is seeing the monkeys. You can tell which monkeys that have been raised with the idea of being a pet and when they are lab animals. The rescued lab monkeys are always hunched over or crippled with hair missing. It makes me feel better that they may have had a rough start but that they are being socialized with other monkeys in a larger setting then previously provided.

Anyways, I posted this pic because it looked so much like my Munchkin all passed out and sleeping. By the way, Munchkin is still hanging in there. Seriously, he's a bionic cat. Enjoy the picture and I hope to blog some more soon, it was fun!

Spot the toilet paper!

2008-02-03T21:28:00.000-06:00

Okay, that was totally easy but I think it's cute that there is some cosmic force out there in where I take a picture there is always some TP hanging out in the background. I have a good excuse this time like I did last time. When I run out of tissues I use my TP to blow my nose. Don't worry I buy the triple ply and it's just as nice on my nose as it is on my ass. Anyways, I like how Ana is slightly disturbed by my monkey earphones that the hubby got in a white elephant gift swap. It's too cute!

I'm on top of the World!

2008-02-03T21:21:00.000-06:00

Naw, I am really on top of Mount Bonnell located on Austin, TX. The hubby and I took a little foray into the outdoors because the weather was fantastic! It was chilly at the beginning of the week and then it was all of a sudden in the mid 80's. You gotta love Texas weather. How are you liking that pose? I think it's a little overdone but hey I was trying to look cute for my man.

Other than that I have been on my rotations on how to be a good little lab professional. The first week sucked. I think I went through a mini depression because I actually had to go to work like the rest of humanity. I know, I am being a wuss but it has been six years since I've had a job. Anyways, I started to enjoy it after that. But I forgot how it is to work in an office of mostly women. They talk about each other constantly. I hope they are nice about me. The only things that I got going against me is that I am creepy cat lady and that I am 30 and still in school. Go figure people will find anything to talk about.

Well, enjoy the view, I did and have fun!

My Ass Hurts and I confess I have a secret code name....

2008-01-11T00:50:00.000-06:00

Sweet Jesus, my ass hurts. Today, I tried out a spinning class at a Gold's gym and, well, it kicked my ass. It was challenging and fun but damn the seat on the spin machine was the most uncomfortable seat I have ever sat in. I am thinking it could be used as a torture device but the Geneva Convention outlawed.

Anyways, it...sucked...big...time.

I was on the machine for 10 minutes and I wanted off because the pain was so bad. It first hurt my cookie than after I increased the resistance in the machine it hurt my biscuits more...was that a little bit of too much information? I just want you to understand my pain people. Needless, to say and I quote Dr. McCoy, "It's dead, Jim." Or at least until it heals and stops hurting.

As ya'll have noticed. (Don't make fun of my ya'll, I'm from Texas!) I've been keeping active. I joined the YMCA to swim with hubby but I have slowly been enjoying working out at their gym, too. I like it at the YMCA and I like the fact that the members consist of older adults, young kids and middle agers like me. I tried out Gold's Gym, too, with the girlfriends and it had a little bit more of the meat market aspect but it was a little prettier and lots more crowded. It did have some cool classes and I enjoyed testing them out and hanging out with girls.

Okay, the Angelique fact for today is my code name is Lola. No, I am not a secret agent and I actually use this name when I order food because surprisingly no one can pronounce Angelique at a restaurant. When my food is ready at the counter, it kind of gets coughed out or not yelled out at all. I usually can identify my food because it's been sitting there a while. So, I use Lola now and problem solved. I was thinking about Bunny at first but I think it sounds kind of strippery but now I kind of like it as a kid's name. What do you think? Bunny as a cool kid's name...Cute or kind of strippery? I wouldn't want to curse the kid.

Other than that school starts up on Monday and I can't wait for graduation in August. I can almost taste freedom and, of course, the money.

I almost gave a crappy gift that I thought was totally cool....except for the part that it could kill you!

2007-12-19T18:01:00.000-06:00

Well, I was totally enamored with the CSI Fingerprint Examination Kit because I thought it would be fun to try and find Santa's prints on Christmas day but guess what...it can cause death. For reals, it has been recalled because some of the kits may contain asbestos. Well, I am lucky I am a giving kind of girl and have other toys to give but seriously it would have been great to have been give a heads up by the Internet toy company where I bought the kit from before I read about it on CNN.com. Thanks.

My LASER CAT ANA!

2007-12-18T23:28:00.000-06:00

To show that Ana was not always a meanie riding other cats I am posing with her and her laser eyes. I love her Laser Cat eyes and in this picture they are burning through your soul with the intent to kill.

Rodeo Cat!

2007-12-18T23:10:00.000-06:00

Poor Snuggles (white cat), sometimes he wanders to close to Ana (brown cat) and he gets taken down like a wildebeest and horrible things are done to him. Hats off to Ana, my rodeo girl cat!

Hi, I am cute and called Muffin!

2007-12-18T22:57:00.000-06:00

Well, it's been a while since I posted anything and to say I am sorry I am posting a pix of my new baby parakeet, Muffin. Aptly named because the hubbie was looking up the meaning of muffin top the other day and it has since permeated my mind. It's my new word du jour. I lost Sumo-keet a whiles ago and I finally got around to getting Howie a new girlfriend. She is a tad bit young...about six weeks so she just chirps and looks fluffy. She has yet figured out that she can work her feminine wiles and get a free meal via regurgitation. Howie of course is freaked out. The only company he has had in a while has been his smudgy mirrors which I cleaned before I got the new girl so she wouldn't think he was a freak and thinking she would end up in a pit putting the lotion in the basket.

So...here is the run down of what I have been up to...

School
Eat
Sleep
Studying...a lot
Car got stolen
Car was was found abandoned...bummer, I wanted the insurance money...now my car looks a little bit more ghetto with no steering column cover. It would cost 700 bucks to fix so it stays broke for now.

Now that school is out I have caught up on my sleep, finally got some alone time with the hubby in which I wasn't freaking out over some stupid test and I got to catch up on all that drinking time I missed out on.

Munchkin is still alive and kicking. He is hanging in there a lot longer than I expected and he is still a little bastard. The rest of the kitty kids are doing great.

Other than that I have 37 weeks to go to graduation or so says the hubbie and I can't freaking wait. I need to work...it sucks being poor. I am looking forward to Christmas and I am getting fat as we speak. I don't mind I am going to need that energy reserve for next semester.

I told you I was on the side of the bus!

2007-10-17T21:48:00.000-05:00

Well, guys here is my fifteen minutes of fame on the side of the bus. It isn't an glossy ad in a girly magazine but I'll take it. My partner in crime is on the far left and he had some photoshop magic done because at the time of the pix he had blue hair and now it's black. We don't know who the chic is in the middle but we were told she was from the Biology department.

I had been trying to get a picture of myself with elusive bus but I wasn't able to till know. My classmates would tell me it was just outside our building but when I got there it was gone. I felt like I was trying to catch a glimpse of Sasquatch. Finally, I succeeded. I call my look the hot nerd. I believe I succeed in capturing that "thinking up a cure for cancer" look with the do me factor of my sexy gloves. About 2 seconds after I took this photo I almost got runned over by a bus in front of my classmates but it isn't a regular day in Angelique land until I almost get runned over at least once a day which makes the hubby nervous. Overall, not a bad photo plus I am loving my total ghetto stance. Yeah!

Giving Blood is HOT!

2007-10-03T22:29:00.000-05:00

I would like to blame the loss of blood for possibly the most pornographic picture I have taken beside those "special" ones I took with my husband. I am on this mission to try new things and I had never donated blood before...till now.

I helped all morning at a job fair and I hadn't planned to donate but I figured on I was on a roll helping others so I said what the hell. There was no line and the blood collection personnel patiently waited for me to finish reading the literature which I guess nobody actually reads. Anyways, I went and gave them my ID, answered some questions and got a finger stick to check my hematocrit. Totally normal 41%. Then I have to answer the long of list of questions. I answered no to them all. I am boring. I haven't had traveled outside the country aka England, I don't have Cruetzfeldt-Jakob's disease, no mad cow for me, I haven't had gay sex and I haven't traveled to an area prevalent with malaria. These are all questions designed to weed you out and if you say yes to any of these they will respectively decline your blood. So, I passed the test, laid down on the cot and was prepped. They stuck me and I was a fast flower. They told me alcohol thins your blood out and makes things flow. A good thing to know since I drank a margarita last night. Everything was perfect until a blood clot formed. My line was slowing down so the blood tech had to readjust it and let me tell you that sucked. It was a very strange and uncomfortable feeling that I don't ever want to repeat. After a couple of minutes my line stopped completely. In the end, they had to pull my needle out and there was a huge blood clot in the needle that clogged the line. I have a picture of it but honestly, it's just plain gross. They ended up tossing my blood since they didn't get enough. They didn't restick me, Thank God and I just chilled in their lounge eating their sugar and getting a free T-shirt.

My classmate snapped this picture of me posing. I was trying to convey that donating blood was a fun experience but I think most people think I am having an orgasmic experience. Have I told you I suck at posing for pictures. They always come out wierd but at least I didn't have have food in my mouth. Moral of the story. Well, donate blood you could save a life and don't pose to hard because you will just get teased about it forever.

Frog legs taste like cheekin'!

2007-09-29T23:57:00.000-05:00

The hubby wasn't feeling so well today. Austin and its freaking allergies. Ragweed is really high plus after today's rain mold is going to suck tomorrow. Anyways, the hubby wanted some Cajun food. So we moised on down to the Evangeline Cafe located in South Austin. We get there and the place is pretty busy. I can tell the hubby was feeling bad and it didn't help that I was starving and decided to try some frog legs. Leave it to me to eat something seafood related when my husband can't look at it without cringing. Plus, the husband is allergic to sea/amphibian food. I've never eaten them before so it was kind of an adventure. They came out all breaded and cute looking like little legs with some sauce on the side. Well, I took the breading off because I am all about the meat and it was pretty tasty. Kind of chewy but tasted like chicken. The meat looked kind of orangey which was weird but yummy. I ate them all while the hubby looked on in a kind of icked out way. I think he had a flashback to when I had alligator at Papadeaux's. The alligator I didn't like so much. I am more a lover of the frog legs. I then ate some red beans and rice while my husband munched away on his chicken fried steak. I overate but I enjoyed every bit of it and in the end my husband felt a little bit better after some comfort food. Feel better soon, sweetie!

Jackalope says...

2007-09-22T00:36:00.000-05:00

"Live life like you mean it!"

My sister getting friendly with an alligator!

2007-08-26T00:21:00.000-05:00

Close to the Great Dunes National Park is an alligator farm. We, of course, had to go. My sister is from Florida and I love anything that could possible take you down and eat you. My sister was convinced to hold this alligator for a prime picture taking moment. You may catch a glimpse of the pure terror in her eyes. We also saw some crazy dude feeding Morris, who happens to be a famous movie star alligator. We left but maybe someday I may go back and get an autograph from Morris, he was kind of cute in a scaly Brad Pitt kind of way.

Happy Outhouse Fun!

2007-08-26T00:12:00.000-05:00

Here is my sister using the outhouse that is more into the ranch. It wasn't as pretty as the other one and it didn't have running water. My sister freaked out when she first saw it and I had to clean out the branches and leaf litter. Thank God they had a broom and of course the all important toilet paper. After I was done with it...it was beautiful. All I needed was a scented candle and maybe some wallpaper to make it cowgirl complete.

Say hello to my little friend!

2007-08-26T00:06:00.000-05:00

One of the wranglers caught this little fellow and showed him to me. I have never seen a horny toad in real life and was suprised to learn how small he was. I was also suprised to learn that this little guy was a baby and that he'll get much bigger. What a nice suprise when just riding around on a pretty day.

I was in the little house on the prairie and it smelled good!

2007-08-26T00:01:00.000-05:00

Here is a picture of my sister jumping out and snapping a picture of me coming out of the ranch's posh outhouse which I might add was not bad. I have been in some scary outhouses but this one had a window and running water. What a nice place to take a bathroom break. The only bad thing is the sister jumping out and taking a picture of me.

The best vacation EVER!

2007-08-25T23:54:00.000-05:00

Here I am at the Great Dunes National Park in Colorado. I believe in the pix are the Sangre de Cristo Mountains in the background. As you can tell in the picture I was just soaking up the surroundings. I am a Texas girl so I have never seen mountains before. I think I just stood in awe for about 5 minutes before I realized my sister was asking a question. What you don't see in the pix are the Sand Dunes. It's kind of strange that there is a big sandbox in between some mountain chains but it is kind of cool to try to attempt to get to the top. We were optimistic until we were 1/3 the way up then we turned around. I felt like my lungs were going to burst out of my chest. I think it was the combination of the altitude and dry air. I didn't think it was hot since it was only in the high 80's and Texas was already in the high 90's so it felt great to me.

I really appreciate that my sister took me on vacation with her to a dude ranch in La Veta, Colorado. We had a great time on our estrogen only vacation. We got to meet some great people and I rode, went skeet shooting, fishing and more. But I was so glad to be home, too. I missed my husband and kitties and all the responsibilities that life brings. I planning the next vacation to a beach somewhere. I loved the dude ranch but my ass was sore for days and it was painful just to sit. Also, I flew on the smallest plane to date. It was a combination aisle and window seat. The ride was bumpier but it put me right to sleep. I got to thank that corpse move from yoga or Seinfeld. Overall, I had tons of fun hanging with my sister and next time we go some place where the tan I get is nice and even and not the farmer's tan I got now.

Whatz up!

2007-08-21T20:29:00.000-05:00

Hey, folks. I am sorry about not doing any posts lately but I have been waiting for my sister to download the thousand photos she took on our vacation to Colorado. I had so much fun and I won't spoil it until I have at least one picture. Let's just say there are photos involving horses, sand dunes, alligators and even a horny toad. So hold your horses and stay tuned.

Munchkin is too cute when he sleeps...

2007-07-29T01:06:00.000-05:00

Here is a pix of my cute little Munchkin that I took a couple of years ago. Sorry about the junk shot but he kind of passed out like a drunk girl. I have always been amazed in his ability to pass out in painful looking positions. I believe he sleeps like this because it is hard for him to find a comfy position to sleep in since he has breathing problems.
I have been thinking about him lately because he is starting to get worse yet he still seems to be himself except that he sleeps a lot more. He still likes to pick on the other cats and make them yelp. He still wakes me up early in the morning if the food bowl is empty and he still cuddles with his Papa when he is gaming on the computer. I use to think that his snoring, bad breath and his drooling on my bed was annoying but I would gladly put up with it longer if I had the choice.

My bird died...

2007-06-11T01:33:00.000-05:00

Well, it was going to happen sooner than later that my bird's cancer was going to get her. Sumo-keet was a good bird and survived a lot longer than I expected. She suddenly passed away in front of the food bowl. I believe she had a heart attack or stroke probably associated with her tumor. She was a good bird and I hoped that the tumor on her bum would shrivel up and fall off for the second time but it wasn't meant to be. I was afraid that my last surviving parakeet, Howie, would be upset but he was happily munching away at the food bowl were Sumo-keet died. I guess life goes on.

Dancing the night away!

2007-06-04T02:26:00.000-05:00

On Saturday evening, my sister and I decided to go the Copa and experience Dance Hall Reggae. I admit I was not completely jazzed about going out but my sister heard some good stuff about it so I decided to go with. In the picture I am jamming to my iPod while applying my "going out" makeup which consists of black eyeliner and red lipstick. Nothing too exciting because I am all about the dancing when I go out. I already got a man. We finally left the house after about an hour of primping and preening. I wore some sneakers because I figured it was like hip hop dancing and the fastest way to put a damper on the night is to experience the exquisite pain of dancing in high heels. Some girls have that gift, I do not.

We were fortunate to find a parking spot close to the club complete with some crazy, crying dude. My sister thought he was the parking attendant at first until she noticed he was talking gibberish. We paid the real parking attendant and started to walk away. Crazy dude yelled at us more specifically the lady in red, my sister, that he knew her dad and called her Donna. He also yelled that she would never get to know her dad. Needless to say, we walked fast to the club, just in case he decided to lay his hands on us. Because we would have had to have tapped into our Wonder Twin Power and kick his ass! Luckily, nothing came of it.

We arrived early and the dance hall reggae had not started, yet. So, we killed some time watching the salsa dancers. There were some good dancers out. I got asked to dance which never happens. I thought at first that one of my boobs was hanging out. Nope, those babies were locked and loaded. I had fun dancing salsa but I am way out of practice. Eventually, the dance hall reggae started and it was awesome. I don't know that style of dancing but with my belly dance background I can shake my ass to just about anything. Before we left, we caught one last Merengue dance in which an incredibly short man grabbed me out of the crowd and danced with me. I was almost flattered until he did some kind of dance off with his male friends and I realized I was just a girlie prop that he could lean on when he did some crazy ass dances.

Overall, the night was fun and it felt good just to hang out with the sister and drink. We definitely have to do it again soon.

Oh, by the way, my sister had the most funniest way a guy has ever asked her dance. She was dancing away then a guy came up and slapped her on her thigh. She was like, WTF? Not hot, so FYI guys, don't smack a woman anywhere to get her dance. It just ain't gonna happen.

A Beautiful of View...of the hubbie's hand on my ASS!

2007-06-02T17:35:00.000-05:00

Our friends on our trip to Nebraska captured this beautiful shot of the river in Ponca State Park. They also caught my husband's hand cuddling up to my ass. Aw, he is so romantic in a "Me Tarzan, You Jane" kind of way. Any more romantic and my husband would have clubbed me over the head and dragged me to the nearest cave to finish what he started. Unfortunately, these situations are common for us because we are constantly touching like all the time. I mostly don't think about it and it kind of puts me in embarrassing situations. Once, I grabbed his crotch...in front of his mom...right after I met her for the first time. I was kind of embarrassed that I got some grabby hands but it's nice to know that it's reciprocated. Our PDA's are like the Lock Ness monster, lots of sightings but not a lot of it is actually captured on film.

Betting High!

2007-05-30T09:21:00.000-05:00

On this wonderful Memorial weekend, my husband and I traveled to the wilds of Nebraska to attend a friend's wedding. We couldn't afford to fly and our car is in decent running order so we drove up with a couple friend of ours. It was 17 hours of fun. We saw farmland, grazing land and wait...more farmland. It was actually quite beautiful but the vast emptiness was making me a little anxious.

We finally arrived at Ponca and collapsed into a deep sleep. The hotel was booked solid for the wedding and Memorial weekend. When we finally woke up the whole town had closed down around 5pm. So, we had to go to next largest town, Sioux City, to eat some grub and to buy me a sweater since the temperature was 20 degrees cooler than it was in Texas. At the Walgreens they sold not only sweaters but Girl & Boy Scout oufits and fake funeral arrangement flowers, too. I noticed that besides the temp difference, the sun set almost at 10 o'clock at night. They have some long days up there.

The next day before the wedding, we drove around visiting small towns, eating at local cafes and drinking at a winery. I have never tasted Elderberry wine before but I am in love with that stuff after one sip. Also, I've never gambled before and casinos are everywhere as soon as you leave Texas. So, I decided to have my first experience in a convenient store casino in Vermillion, South Dakota. I bet one dollar, played some joker poker, won, then cashed out. Overall, I netted 3 bucks. Not to bad for a newbie. I am posing with my cash ticket in the pix.

The wedding was an intimate affair. The groom's side, which I've noticed is usually the smaller crowd, was representing and was as big as the bride's if not bigger. I tried to listen for the flat Midwestern accent but I couldn't hear it but I noticed that I start dragging out my words when I spoke and I could hear my Texas accent. Weird, I've never noticed it before but now that I am back in Texas it has disappeared. The drive back was long because we kept missing our turn, so we visited quite a number of states, Oklahoma, Kansas, Nebraska, South Dakota, Iowa and Missouri. I am glad to be back in Texas. Overall, the drive was long, the trip short but I had a great time.

P.S. I just noticed this is the second time that I have posed in a convenient store in my postings. I think I might have to make it a habit when I visit a new town to take a pix of me in a store.

Let there be light? Forget that! LET THERE BE BEER!

2007-05-07T23:47:00.000-05:00

You know, you never truly appreciate your right to purchase alcohol until it's been cruelly taken away. After a long, butt numbing 3 hour ride from Austin to Irving (next to Dallas), we finally arrived at our hotel. We then had a crappy dinner at IHOP. We were all a little keyed up from the trip so we decided to buy some alcohol to help us sleep a little better. Plus, what else is there to do at a convention except get a little snockered. So, my girlfriend and I went into a convenient store and we couldn't find the beer. We asked the clerk and he informed us that we were in a dry county. I was shocked and thinking what the hell. Dry counties in Texas are usually small podunk towns and we were in a suburb of Dallas, not exactly a one horse town. After hitting up two convenient stores we finally found a local that gave us directions to a store that was literally 50 yard from our hotel. We drove down this dark and desolate road and in the distance we can see car lights heading towards the most brightly lit shop-n-rob I have ever seen in my life. You could have probably have seen it from orbit. I knew immediately that it was the place and I wowed my friend in my ability to sniff out booze like Scooby sniffs out Scooby Snacks. We go in and I swear it's a frat boy's dream. There was literally beer stacked to the ceiling, as you see in my glorious take at Vana's pose. The whole store was dedicated to beer and malt liquors and maybe one or two aisles for munchies. I picked up my Mexican beer while my friend picked up her Zima (chic beer) and we made our way to purchase our hard won booty. Unfortunately, the salesclerk was the nastiest man I have ever met. Not only was he experiencing some kind of scabby rash business going on but it looked nasty ass infected. I was afraid something was going to squirt at me. I threw him my money and got the hell out of there. Overall, I am thankful that I got my beer, I didn't get cooties and that I live in Austin where I can buy beer without having to leave the county.

Mine's Bigger than Yours! For Reals, it's HUGE!

2007-04-01T19:55:00.000-05:00

Finally, I get out of the house, catch some sun and go to my baby cousin's b-day party. Okay I was a little hesitant because, well, it's a kids party full of germs, screaming kids and a clown. By the way clowns have always scared me but that's another post. I haven't been the best family member since I've never owned a car that had a working air conditioner for the past 12 years so an hour and half drive to San Antonio in the Texas heat made my decision not to go very easy. But now I am ready to repair family relations and get to know people I haven't seen since I was 5. This makes things hard because everyone recognizes us twins but I have no idea who these people are. So after a couple of moments of being the wallflower at the party I sat down and relaxed and started talking to people. It would have been easier with a beer but it being a kids party I had to make do with some punch. After watching the kids massacre a pinata and scavenge it's candy innards, I was having a good time and slowly letting the urge to have kids come and go in waves. Then the clown arrived and I wished I had my pepper spray just in case he decided to get to close but he pretty much stuck to entertaining the kids and was pretty good at it, too. He was kind of that snappy older possibly drunk clown that had a lot of quick comebacks to smart aleky kids comments and the kids loved him but the birthday baby was fast asleep. In the end we got some nifty squirt water rings, clown noses and balloon stuff like the nifty sword that I am posing with. Aren't I just dashing? I had to wrestle it away from my sister since she likes to pick on people with it and beat them. It's okay chica, I am not hurt but you better watch out, you have to sleep sometime. The only thing that would have been better was if my mom had gone. Our relations are not as well off as my mom and she just likes to show off all the new crap she buys. Well, I didn't want to play that game and she got upset and decided to take her toys and go home but for reals when did I grow up and my mom start acting like a kid? Oh well, the most important person who deserved my love and attention was my baby cousin. She was sooo cute! You gotta love a baby, they really can bring a family together and when you look into their cute little face you can see a new beginning for everyone.

Whew! An update...

2007-03-28T21:11:00.000-05:00

Wow, I have been freaking busy. I took a little trip out of town for a CLS convention and even though I was exhausted from studying I still managed to have a good time. I got to know my classmates better and I realized that we are a good bunch of people. I can tell that we may be spending a little too much time together because drama is starting between people but overall we are able to shrug it off.

I can't believe I have only 4 weeks left of school left than I get to have a siesta until my summer school starts. I am looking forward to sleeping and watching TV. For reals, watching TV is a luxury that I barely afford myself now and days. It sucks because I have Ben Hur on DVD from Netflix that I have been meaning to watch and I just haven't had the time. I really think Charlton Heston is hot, I know it's weird but I do. Plus, I didn't realize that I have been misspelling his name for years, I always wrote Charleton. Oops, my bad.

Snuggles is having itchy issues. Whatever allergies that are in Austin have caused him to scratch himself till he bleeds. I am taking him in on Friday for an allergy shot. I had to put an ecollar on him which caused Ana to growl at him for the rest of the day. I don't think she recognized him plus she gets freaked out if there is any change in her environment. Talking about Ana, she's got an oozy eye. I'm applying some eye ointment but it's viral and just has to run it's course but it looks yucky in the meantime.

Well, that's been my drama for week. I know that it isn't very exciting and I promise to post some pictures as soon I get them but I have been freaking lazy lately. I think it's because I know that the end of the semester is coming and I can't wait till school ends. Until then I've got to keep my eye on the prize.

Happy St. Patrick's Day!

2007-03-17T08:04:00.000-05:00

Wow! I can't believe how the week has zipped by. It all started this past Sunday with my sister's and mine birthday. We turned 30 and honestly it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. I actually like getting older. I feel better now than when I turned 20. I went karaoking at Common Interest, of course. You know how I love me some karaoke. It wasn't my best night but my sister kicked ass with her rendition of Add it Up by the Violent Femmes. Other than that I spent the majority of the week getting in touch with old friends and enjoying sleeping in. It's hard for me to entertain myself so this week of spring break was king of helatious but on Monday it's back to the same old routine of busting my ass in school. I am looking forward to it but I can't wait to graduate. So after a busy week I am going to spend St. Patties day in bed with the hubbie. He says he has some Irish in him and I am going to figure out which part.

TP, ME and 3 KITTIES!

2007-02-28T20:44:00.000-06:00

Okay, I realize I am not drop dead gorgeous while I sleep but I am just amazed that I slept with my legs bent. Weird. But that isn't the weirdest part. Count'em, I got three cats in the shot. My husband shot this pix last night after a cram session. I guess I was stressed out because my face is all squinty. Also, this is a notice to my sister that her cat, Lupita, the fluffy beige Siamese cat laying next to me, loves me. Sorry chica but when you go to sleep she slips out of your bed and into mine. I can't exactly speak for Lupita but I think it means that she loves me more. Ana Bumpers is the brown kitty and Snuggles,my little man cat, round out the trifecta of cats. It's nice to know that when I go to sleep the kitty cat trolls come out to steal my warmth and give me love. Also, can you spot the role of toilet paper? I think I want to turn this post into those little find the hidden items in the drawing in those Highlights magazines when I was a kid. I am just happy that it was toilet paper and nothing else that could have been possible misconstrued as dirty. Hey, I am married, you know, we do "stuff".

Snuggles aka Toothpaste Head!

2007-02-27T20:42:00.000-06:00

Here is a picture that I hope entertains you until I can do a proper post. I have been balls out busy so I will mesmerize you with Snugg's and his blue dot. It's toothpaste that I am still trying to figure out how it got there. Either he is trying to make himself look "pretty" or I just figured out why my toothpaste has lately been tasting of cat food. Talk to you soon!

Freaky Friday!

2007-02-09T17:39:00.000-06:00

Whew, finally my first round of tests have ended and I feel my creative juices returning. Lately, besides studying my ass off, I've been getting to know my classmates. I am enrolled in a very small program in which there are less than 40 students enrolled and I share classes with 19 of them. Since, I am in such a small program it hasn't taken me long to get to know them and their most intimate details. Here is a snippet. I know that one girl in my class has nipples rings, I know the bra size of at least 5 of my classmates, all girls, of course. I know that one girl was thinking of marrying a man who was bisexual and another girl got roofied at a bar, passed out, almost carried out of the bar by a possible rapist but luckily her roommate saved her ass and she only broke her leg instead requiring surgery to fix it. Another classmate's identity was stolen and only found out because a company called to say that he was overcharged on his card and need another card. After some investigating her realized it was his roommate and that he went on a spending spree for sex toys online. Let me tell you, I didn't know what a "pocket pussy" was until this morning when my classmate snuck into his roommate's room, took some pictures of his "toys" then showed it to the whole class. Wow! I now know way too much about my classmates. Then I got to thinking...I wonder if I also shared a little too much information? I wonder what my story is? Maybe I am guilty of talking about my husband or my cats too much and having the tendency to say the word "wonky". It's my PG version of FUBAR. But overall I think I am the most boring student there. Honestly, who cares, I am having way too much fun being in lab all day with people who are always entertaining and it's still early in the semester. I am sure I, too, will have that moment when I share way too much information. I just have to wait for it.

Peaceful Snuggles!

2007-01-26T14:42:00.000-06:00

I had all this crap that I wanted to write down and tell you guys but instead I blanked out when I sat down at the computer. So, I will distract you with my cootie patootie kitten, Snuggles. He isn't a baby anymore but he is still adorable and he has the most pitiful meow. In the meantime, I am going to get some R&R and think of something brilliant to say...I promise.

The Mystery of the Curious Strand of Curly Hair!

2007-01-08T03:29:00.000-06:00

My husband has a hairy chest. You know like the one that they make fun of in Austin Powers, International Man of Mystery. I like his furry man pelt but I guess some people may not be so fond of it. I was watching the 40 Year Old Virgin and the waxing scene where they try to tame his man chest mane is a painful scene to watch and pointless because I don't find anything wrong with his "Teen Wolf" thing. My husband was visibly cringing during that scene and so was I. My only problem with his chest hair is that I find it everywhere and it is long, dark and curly not unlike pubic hair which is the problem. He sheds it constantly and is worse than my cats. The only sucky part is that he gets his fur in my books some how. I will be at school and someone will ask a question that I can't answer off the top of my head. I whip out my book to answer them, pop it open and there is a curly hair right in the middle of the page just sitting there waiting to embarrass me. You do not know how many times that has happened to me. I tried to play it off a couple of times by quickly exhaling a sigh or coughing on the book. Sometimes, I'll slam the book close very fast but it's no use, they've seen it and they probably think I have the teen wolf thing going. I almost feel that this is a Nancy Drew mystery hence the name of this post. In the meantime, I could ask my husband to do some manscaping but since I like his man fuzz so much I will just have to invest in a better vacuum cleaner.

The Exciting Tale of the Dead Hooker Pad and other Adventures!

2007-01-04T00:41:00.000-06:00

I am feeling a little under the weather today. Molds are through the roof here in Austin, TX and I am feeling them. I am riding on a Sudafed, Sucrets and Vitamin C cloud and I hope I don't get any sicker. The hubbie and I spent New Year's in Houston visiting his family. We got to see my in-laws and his brother's family. I miss his kids. They seem to have grown so much in the last 6 months since I last saw them. The only thing I didn't miss is the gross kid stuff they do. You know what I am talking about..the picking of noses then touch every cookie in the cookie jar and their ability to completely make a bathroom impure within minutes. It wouldn't have been so bad but my hubbie's mom let the kids help cook dinner and since I saw where their hands were, it was impossible to eat. I think I lost some weight but my poor husband was more traumatized than I and I am a germaphobe. I love kids but spending time with them scared my ovaries and I wished for a vat of Formula 409 and hand sanitizer.

Since it was crowded at the in-laws house they set us up in a hotel room for our stay. Sweet! I don't know how other couples work but the hubbie and I really try to get our monies worth out of hotels. It is kind of a role playing game but more like the sexual Olympics. Anyways, I get all clean and sweet smelling for my man and then pull back the covers to discover a small pad or blanket that can be seen under the scrunchie sheet bed cover. My thoughts were OMIGOD that is a dead hooker pad to hide the dead hooker stain on this bed. My hubbie noticed that I could not lay down on the bed so he bravely took the sheets off and there was no stain but the mood was ruined. I kept thinking of that damn dead hooker pad. So, this time no nookie but we did hear someone play a sad tuba song in the middle of the night but I doubt that was any conciliation for my hubbie who actually looks forward to these hotel stays.

On New Year's Eve we hung out with my husband's brother and his new wife at Houston's Continental Club. My hubbie's brother went to school with one of the band member's of El Orbits and he wanted to check them out. They place was happening and El Orbit's was awesome. I even enticed my husband to dance. Also, I had a little ego stroking episode at the bar. I sidled up to the bar to get some margaritas and some dude with a New Zealand accent starts to chat me up. As soon as he asks me to dance he notices my wedding ring. He apologizes then proceeds to ask me if I could still meet him later on that night. The nerve of that man. I laughlingly say no because a) he's pathetic and b) my husband is standing right behind me. I informed him that I have been with my husband for 10 years and he replied that he would have married me 15 years ago. I told him he couldn't because that would have been illegal for me since I am only 29 and 15 years ago I was only 14. I don't condone the whole child bride thing. He didn't believe I am married so I have to turn around and ask my husband how long we have been together. You should have seen his face, he just kept digging a deeper and deeper hole. He shook my husband's hand congratulating him on his choice of wife and than proceeded to tell him what he would have do if I were his wife. I am glad I didn't hear that part because he probably would have been wearing my drink and my poor husband would have had to have pried my boot from his ass. I hope he worked his weak ass mojo on another girl but he needed some serious help with his game. Later, at midnight I was so busy tipsily having a good time that I almost missed my New Year's kiss. My husband forcibly whorled me around in his arms and planted one on my lips all man like, it was pretty exciting. Overall, it was a great night and a great trip but the best part of trip, as my husband said, was coming home and I totally agree.

Sometimes Bad Taste Happens...

2006-12-22T20:09:00.000-06:00

Every once in a while, I have a fit of bad taste. I bought this shirt off EBay because I wanted something more "girly". Well, it didn't work. I modeled it for my husband who sat there in stunned silence searching for something to say that was nice. I thought it was cute but then I looked in the mirror and thought WTF. It is an explosion of beige, black lace, puffy sleeved death. I wouldn't wish this shirt on my worst enemy it is that bad. But with that thought I think I will still wear the shirt but I haven't figured out where, yet. I am thinking a shirt this bad needs to be appreciated at Christmas dinner at the in-laws house. I think it will spice up the conversation. Better than the "When are you getting out of school and making some money?", questions. Whatcha think? Excuse me for looking like death warmed over but it happens when the devil possesses you and makes you one of his minions.

Have a Meaty Xmas and a Bacony New Year!

2006-12-18T23:45:00.000-06:00

I feel so proud of myself. This is the first time that I totally didn't suck at wrapping a present. Normally, I suck so badly at wrapping gifts that my husband snatches the gift out of my hands to put me out of my wrapping misery. The last gift I had to wrap actually required very little wrapping. I placed some towels in a bag with some tissue paper but by the time I was done with it looked like it fell off the back of truck and was run over a couple of times before I put it on the table at the wedding. Needless to say I have been embarrassed by my lack of wrapping ability but no longer. I am cured. I was inspired by my bacon wrapping paper to do a good job and the fact that this is a white elephant gift so I don't have the pressure to impress anyone. Anyways, I kicked ass and took names. It's plain for sure but I learned how to do it finally. It only took 29 years. Booyah!

Cookin' Good in da hood!

2006-12-18T16:45:00.000-06:00

This picture was taken at the Cookin' Good viewing party last night at the Spider House. Cookin' Good is a cooking show with two eccentric sisters hosting, Arcie and Shasta Cola, whose righteous curls are as thick as their Texas accents. The audience was treated to an episode from the first season and a more recent episode. The turn out was pretty good and there were some Arcie and Shasta Cola superfans. Personally, I love watching the show because you never know what is going to come out of Shasta's mouth and Arcie is a goddess in the kitchen. Plus, their hair and the height it achieves puts my flat hair to shame. Shasta is on the far left, my friend J is the only man in the bunch, I am wearing green and Arcie is right next to me. Check out the show every Tuesday night at 10 o'clock on the Austin Access Channel (CH. 16), you will learn to cook some "special" chocolate chip cookies and other goodies and your minds will be enlightened. Plus, I know that their are looking for an intern and I am hoping that it could me! I think I could be the Latin Cola sister, Coca Cola.

Pharmaco Karma!

2006-12-13T08:41:00.000-06:00

This holiday season I decided that I didn't want to work in a mall or at a vet's office, I decided to sell myself for science. Well, more for the 6 days of medical research and the 1,000 dollars they pay you when the study is complete. I signed up for two studies and both times I was told that I could do neither. Curious why I wasn't a good candidate? I thought I was a good candidate. I have a good body mass index, I don't do any illicit drugs, smoke or drink alcohol. The only thing that got me disqualified was the fact that I am on hormonal birth control pills. We'll given a choice of the study or the pill, I'd take the pill any day of the week. I spent too many years stressed out with pregnancy scares to drop my pill like a bad habit. The only sucky thing is that they can not tell you that the study requires you to be off any drugs while signing up on the phone. They tell you to bring it along and ask the study people. I guess I can see their point of view. I mean if a person was told that they couldn't be on birth control and that stupid person went off of their pill and got pregnant then that person might argue that it was the medical researchers fault. Not me, I waited too damn long to get insurance to not be taking my pill. But I can't help but wonder if this is some kind of cosmic justice for running out on one of their studies a couple of years earlier. I signed up for a study that had some ridiculous amount of money but it was like four weekends plus some outpatient visits. Well, I passed the screening, the urine analysis, bloodwork, EKG and I wasn't on the pill (too poor). I was perfect. They signed me up to return for a physical. On my return visit I was pointed in the direction of that particular study's waiting room and it was packed. Now crowds don't normally make me nervous but it looked like every crazy homeless person that I recognized and personally knew from all my years of working at a library had signed up for that study. I started to panic because it was hard to deal with some of those crazy people at work let alone have to be sequestered with them for 3 days in a ward. I decided to push down my fear and go and sign my name up on the list and I was the 50th person to sign up and wasn't going anywhere for a while. So I sat down but I could feel the panic start to build in me. They gave us lists on what we could not take in to the facility as easy reading. I decided that breathing deeply and distracting myself with looking at other things in the room might calm me down. I looked to the left and their was a girl with purple hair and a nose piercing and I swear I could see bugs in her hair. The guy on the left smelled like he crapped himself and was mumbling under his breath. I didn't mind them at all but the fact that I couldn't bring a vat of hand sanitizer, RID or any anti-fungal medications started to eat away at me. I am kind of a germaphobe. The longer I sat there the more I started to get that deer in the headlights look. I had to get out of there before I got lice or something. I calmly stood up and walked slowly to the door. I made it to the hallway when I was confronted by a young lady sitting on a chair in the hallway. I seriously think she was sitting there to prevent bolters from running out of there. I wonder if that happens often. Anyways, she looked at me suspiciously at first but I smiled saying that I left something in the car that I was going to run out and get. She looked at me and nodded. Then came the hard part of walking calmly out of the building but as soon as I was out of those doors, I ran to my car jumped in it, started the engine and peeled out of that parking lot and floored it till I got home. When I got home you figured I was Lady Macbeth because I was scrubbing my hands so hard to get them clean. Later, they called me three times to get me to come back for that physical but I couldn't do it. Looking at that girl's hair that moved occasionally and had as much life as a rain forest kept me from picking up that phone. So, that's why I think I am not so lucky with medical studies right now. Karma is a bitch. I guess I will have to try my luck doing something else.

Let us not say goodbye but Au Revoir, Mr. Darcy!

2006-12-07T02:22:00.000-06:00

Well, yesterday was the day the Mr. Darcy was accepted in to the Austin Humane Society. I was really sad to see him go but it was time to see him with an owner. I have too many cats and he needs someone who love him for the big furry man cat that he is. Plus, I got bitched at by the apartment people that I kept taking care of the strays, so now I have to be a little covert when and where I feed my outdoor kitties. He was becoming a problem. Every time we came home he would almost get hit by a car just to get to us. So I think we made the right decision. He had spent the last couple of days with us hanging out in my sister's bathroom until he received a clean bill of health from the vet, then he got a bath. He is a good cat with such a sweet disposition. He is huge. I didn't know how big he was until he almost threw my back out when I lifted him up. I must remember to lift with my knees and not with my back. He also has this huge fluffy head and catcher's mitts for paws. I don't think he will have a problem getting adopted since he is such a dapper man. Much like my sister's cat, Don Gato. Mr. Darcy is in the upper left hand corner in the picture and Don Gato is giving you a great view of his ass. As you know Don Gato is no longer with us and he too is missed. I know that these two black and white kitties are going to be just fine where ever they are. Other than that I am still in school. I know, I know, I was hoping it was going to be over soon but I have three finals that I am losing sleep over. The good news is that it will be over soon, so I can get fat and just veg out for the next couple of weeks. I hoping to get a job or sell my self to Pharmaco, a drug research company, but that is another story. Other than that I hope that Mr. Darcy finds his Elizabeth Bennet soon.

Hat on my Cat!

2006-11-20T19:26:00.000-06:00

I love cats and I love cats wearing hats. I saw this little sombrero at Walmart and I knew that I had to torture my kitties with it. Sunny Bunny was the only cat that had a half way decent photo and he didn't look like he was being tortured...too much. I think he is a handsome caballero! Don't look at lamp behind him, I killed the lamp shade a while back and it's been a little naked since. Anyways, enjoy my spicy Latin kitten, EL SUNNY BUNNY!

I got a whole lot of Pussycats!

2006-11-15T17:29:00.000-06:00

Here is a pix the hubbie took when I passed out from a hard night of studying. It looks like I was petting Ana Bumpers when I passed out. I am wearing my glasses but you can't see them too much hence you can not see my sleeping dorky face and believe me Ana is doing you a favor, I have a tendency to drool. Not cool. Speaking of who is being not cool, Ana has been a little cranky ass ever since the fosters went away. When Snuggles or Lupita get near her she growls but Lupita and her have a special bond. Well, more like Lupita snuggles up to her in her sleep. They are too cute! Other than that life is good except it was freaking windy today. My car felt like it was being tossed around today on the interstate and I struggled in some parts to stay in my lane. The cats are good with the exception of Munchkin. We have come to the understanding that he is probably not going to get better. We have done every possible test and even though the vets tell us that he should recover with this antibiotic and this treatment he is slowly deteriorating. I feel a hard decision for us to make in the near future but in the meantime he is getting spoiled rotten. On the bright side my parakeet has lived longer than I expected and I hope that she can live a little bit longer, will see. Anyways, sorry about the depressing stuff. Enjoy the pix!

The Coffee Table is.....No More and Other Fun Stuff!

2006-11-11T18:57:00.000-06:00

Well, it would have happened sooner or later. My coffee table which was donated to us by my mother in law has died. It pretty much had a terminal life span because it was mostly wicker which is just a fancy word for "expensive cat scratching post" and glass. My sister sat on it and broke the small twig of a support bar and fell through it shattering the glass. I was scared shitless. I thought she really hurt herself but it was chocolate from a sundae that looked scarily like blood. She didn't have a scratch on her but sadly my table was toast. Now that I look back on it...it was pretty cool. One moment she was sitting and the next she was through a table. I keep laughing out loud when I think about it which really annoys my sister. She has been thinking about taking some classes and my suggestions are either stuntman school or better yet clown classes. I can totally see her with a red nose and her cat with a cute little harlequin outfit. By the way my sister is a total downer. I saw a little sombrero for 4 bucks at Walmart today and I was compelled to buy it. My sister said no but I may go back for it. I have a little thing were I take photos of my kitties with hats on. I think it's cute but my husband thinks I need some meds or at the least some therapy.

In other news, I drew blood for the first time this week. It was cool. I was so worried about causing my victim, I mean patient, pain but in the end I only gave him a slightly big ass bruise. I wanted to practice on the hubbie but he has this thing about being a human pincushion. Bummer.

Mr. Darcy is on his way to the Austin Humane Society. My apartment people have complained that I can't have him as an outdoor kitty and that I have reached my quota of kitties. He is scheduled to go in on December 6th. In the meantime he is getting lots of love and outdoor food.

Other than that stuff it's been the same old same old. Lots of school and studying and I am counting the days until Thanksgiving so that I am be able to sleep in and not worry about school for a couple of hours and, of course, the turkey.

Lupita and Me!

2006-10-28T22:34:00.000-05:00

Whew! I haven't posted anything in a bit but now that I have some time here are some tidbits on my mind. Munchkin is still not better. In fact, he seems to be getting worse. I am planning to take him to the vet on Monday. I believe his poop chute is blocked aka he's constipated. I love that cat but what I hate is worrying if he will get better or not. I can only cross my fingers and hope that he will be cured soon. School is stressful and lots of work but I noticed that I enjoy the things that I work really hard to obtain. I am having fun in my classes and next week we do venipuncture on each other in my lab. Yeah! The hubbie is a little bummed but I am hoping to cheer him up with a slutty costume. Hmm...nurse or cheerleader, I can't make up my mind. If that doesn't work I will have to work my magic like Lupita is working her magic on me in the picture.

Other things that I learned this week. It feels good to say no and to make a decision. I like the ability to both and we need to appreciate them more. It is great to visit family, I haven't done that in a long time and it was fun seeing my white boy husband hang out with my Mexican family and they loved him especially my new baby second cousin. She had eyes only for my husband. I told her to stop eyeballing my man but since she is only 7 months she just stared at me and gurgled. I also learned that drinking with friends is great but getting drunk sucks because I hate puking up good liquor and the hangover the next day just plain sucks.

A little update!

2006-10-18T01:38:00.000-05:00

I know, I know, I have been slacking on my posts. It's midterms so I have my nose to the grindstone. Here is a little update for you guys.

Munchkin went to my holistic healer vet. He has been having problems with a serious kidney infection that made his left kidney swell to three times its normal size. Did an ultrasound, urine analysis and more antibiotics but we may have to switch his meds since they make him pukey and my carpet can't take much more punishment. The vet also recommended putting him on a renal diet and some acupuncture. Well, see about the needles but we are doing the diet. I hope he will get better soon.

I went karaoking with my sister at Baby A's last Thursday. I had tons of fun but I was bummed that the song selection was kind of small. I sang "Baby Got Back" by Sir-Mix-A-Lot but I really wanted to sing "Daisy Dukes", bummer. The crowd was great and we even bumped into an old school chum. Good times. Maybe I will go back when all this school crap has lessened.

School is starting to get interesting. After weeks of boring quality control and standard curves, I finally get to look at a urine sample. My husband teases me that I find this interesting but I am a clinical science major and very weird. Guess what I found? Sperm. Unfortunately, I didn't have any info on the person who donated the sample but I am guessing it was a man or a sexually active female. Pretty cool, huh?

Other than that I have been busy with school and trying to maintain my sanity. The hubbie is doing good to but I can't wait till Christmas break when I can snuggle deep in the covers with all my cats and eat a lot. I just have to keep my eye on the prize.

Bastard broke my window!

2006-10-09T23:30:00.000-05:00

After I a nice and relaxing weekend I went to my car to go to school this morning and found this. My car window was shattered and the only thing keeping it together was the tint. It looks like someone tried to push the window down and when they couldn't they took some kind of blunt instrument and tried to punch out the car window. When it didn't shatter they moved on. There were at least 5 other cars in the apartment complex that were hit and they were also sporting some busted windows. I am not going to lie I was upset and everyone became a suspect. My crackhead neighbor, that nice old man digging in the trash the other day, the couple at the end of my building who neglect their dog but I wasn't going to let it ruin my day. I had to go to school and I needed to take my cat to the vet today. My sister came in and saved the day, too. While I was in class she found some one to replace my window. Thanks, chica. She has plenty of experience dealing with that because of her big baby called an ex-husband. The boy just couldn't deal with the stress that is called life. Anyways, by the time I got out of class, I was able to just hit the easy button and the glass guy was on his way. He arrived 30 minutes later and fixed in another 30. I told him that living were we live it was just a matter of time till your car gets broken into and I figure I saved up enough money from all those skipped oil changes that I could afford a new window. Sucks though that's 200 bucks down the hole but the big picture is that my family is okay, my cats are okay and I am okay. Better the car than me but I am feeling aprehensive. I am a little superstitious. Last Monday, I got rearended in traffic (just a scratch on the bumper) and this Monday, my window is busted. I have another bad event involving my car coming my way and then the trifecta is complete. Overall, I know that the poor fool who broken into my car was some drug addict looking for something easy to steal and I get warm and fuzzy that the mofo couldn't even break into my car. Plus, if he had, I learned my lesson. There is nothing to steal in my car except for the easy reading called my car manual. Plus, I feel for that guy when he gets caught. Chances are that he will either get caught by the police and get buggered in prison or break into a drug dealer's car and get shot. Either way he is fucked and I am going to be just fine.

Guess what stinks?!

2006-10-08T01:42:00.000-05:00

The other day while leaving for school, my car was blocked in by someone who was dumpster diving in our apartment's dumpster. I didn't realize it until I had started my car and was backing up that there was a big ass car behind me. Hey, it's early in the morning and I wake up on the drive to school so I don't have my wits about me yet. Anyways, I was running a little late, so I turned off my car and went to confront the person who was blocking my car. I went up to the dumpster and asked him kindly to move his car. A very friendly older black man apologized for blocking me and graciously moved his car. He even waved at me when I passed him in the parking lot, what a nice guy. On the drive to school I started feeling guilty because I remembered what I put in my trash from the night before. That night my husband and I were cleaning out Munchkin's ears(he can grow taters in them) when we noticed a strong odor of shit. We let our ear cleaning victim go but the odor still lingered. We smelled each other and looked at the bottom of our shoes and then we noticed Lupita hanging about. I picked her up and held her up in the air with her face facing me and I took a long whiff but I did smell anything wrong. My husband stared at her bum and said, "I think I know where that smell is coming from." I turned her around and she had two rock hard turds stuck to her fluffy ass. I dropped her like she was hot and groaned because it always seems that I have to be the one stuck cleaning up some cat's ass. Well, my husband stepped up to the plate, guy style. He volunteered to clean her...so he asked me to hold her over the trash can while he clipped the poo out of her fur with a pair of scissors. Not the way I would have handled it but I didn't have to handle poo so in the end not only is my hero but he also gave my sister's cat a buzz cut on her bum. I just feel bad for that nice gentleman who was digging in the trash. He probably thinks there are some nasty tenants who don't know how to use a toilet.

P.S I think Lupita's new name should be Poopita. Just a suggestion.

Bye, Bye Babies!

2006-09-25T18:56:00.000-05:00

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!

2006-09-17T23:33:00.000-05:00

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!

2006-09-08T21:37:00.000-05:00

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!

2006-09-02T16:53:00.000-05:00

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.

NOW SHOWING, Inky the Thirsty Kitten, THE MOVIE!

2006-08-30T15:39:00.000-05:00

My foster kitten, Inky, is molesting my kitten, Snuggles. She is under the impression that milk is going to come out of...somewhere. The good news is that Snuggles doesn't seem to mind that Inky is violating his personal space and then some. Sorry about the poor resolution and no audio but this is my tester movie so I can see if I can actually post this thing. Enjoy the movie!

P.S. The movie seems to be loading slowly so be patient! Thanks!

When Plan A fails...

2006-08-27T17:25:00.000-05:00

Finally, Plan B is over the counter. I think people worry about how it's wrong and blah, blah, blah but I think that the restrictions that they have are more than adequate. I am speaking from experience that not all people who have used emergency contraception are irresponsible. Accidents happen and there is nothing more scary than realizing that the condom you were using was actually caught in your ass crack the whole time. There is also nothing more scary that trying to sleep through the night and wait the hours until your gynecologist's office opens so you can get the prescription. There is nothing as scary as the nurse telling you that you should be okay because of where you are at on your period. There is nothing more scary than trying to find a place that carries Plan B because some pharmacists do not like stocking the stuff. There is nothing more scary than getting the talk from the pharmacist who thinks you are a slut and not a committed woman in a relationship who had to make the decision to eat and not spend 40 dollars a month for birth control but 10 dollars for a box of condoms. There is nothing more scary than to take those pills at work knowing that within a couple of hours you will experience the nausea that is one of the side effects and you will be tossing your cookies at work. There is nothing more scary than having to experience all of that within 24 hours and then wait to see if you are pregnant or not. Knowing that a woman can go in to a pharmacy, flash her ID and avoid all the above steps is worth it to me.

The evil cycle continues...

2006-08-27T17:20:00.000-05:00

The evil cycle continues...It seems like Ana has taken this new batch of foster kittens and taught them her brand of evil and what to do to an unsuspecting cat nipple. This is Inky and she has a problem. I have busted her sucking on Lupita and even kitten sisters. I know that she will eventually grow out of it but sometimes like my Ana, suckling could be a habit that is hard to break. She gets it from me, I used to suck my thumb when I was a kid.

Kittens in the Attic!

2006-08-18T16:25:00.000-05:00

What the heck is going on!?! I think that we may have to get my little Snuggles, who is the white orange male kitten, fixed soon. He has been playing with his sister and kind of lingers when he wrestles her to the ground. I think he is feeling his hormones. When I went to the vet he told me I would have to wait for him to fill out his jockey shorts since he is still very young and small down there. So, in the meantime, I will have to be tolerant of their Flowers in the Attic love. But I have to admit they are cute together in a very forbidden way.

Little Lupita Angel Kitten!

2006-08-09T23:48:00.000-05:00

Today's kitten profile is about Lupita, my sister's kitten. She is a four month old Aries who likes to have fun and and spend her afternoons cuddling with kittens and running around the house like her tail is on fire. My sister swears she is latin since she likes to roll her r's when she meows. She is turning into such a pretty cat and and her personality has changed from her feral devil kitten days. Right now, she is planning to run for a kitten beauty pageant and her hopes and dreams are for world peace and for a partner who has a well endowed wallet since she is addicted to everything couture. I think she was meowing the other day on how she wanted a Juicy Couture collar and some Manolo heels. Other than that she spends her days looking cute and buying stuff on EBay.

The Crime Fighting Cat aka Sunny Bunny Bear!

2006-08-04T15:57:00.000-05:00

Here is the cat profile for the day. Sunny Bunny is a fun loving cat in a committed relationship (with my husband). In his free time he likes to molest my husband, eat cat nip, beg for water from the faucet and is the best cat house alarm. He warned me once that someone was kicking in our neighbor's door by hissing and yowling. I was able to call the cops and the guy was arrested, all thanks to my crazy cat. Most recently he woke up my sister by going crazy at her bedroom window, telling her that someone was lurking outside. Normally, he is a very mellow and quiet guy but if you are up to no good and around our house, watch out, he is going to go crazy on your ass. Other than that he likes to make biscuits on sleeping people when he isn't fighting crime.

The cute chair stealing kittens!

2006-08-02T19:15:00.000-05:00

Here is a photo of the new girls getting situated and learning from my cats the art of stealing a soft spot from the humans. They are adjusting well and are running around the house like their asses were on fire. I think kittens have two speeds, freaking fast and stop. My cats have settled down a bit but Snuggles is still being a little butt. Anyways, I am off to do some homework and steal back my chair from these cuties.

Meet the new batch of foster kittens!

2006-08-01T16:18:00.000-05:00

Say hello, to the new girls! Going from left to right we have, Wicket, Inky and Ophelia. They are sooo cute! They are about 7 weeks old and are very petite except for Wicket, she is huge! They all have a thick undercoat so they are little balls of fuzz. They arrived yesterday and it was a tough day. They were vaccinated, dewormed and given baths. They adjusted quickly are now tearing around the house. Ana and Snuggles are kind of cranky and hissy since they are the babies, I think it will take a bit for them to relax. Ana likes to just stare and growl. She always acts like this with new kittens but I am surprised on how hissy Snuggles is. They seem to be perfect except for Inky. She has a birth defect that has improved with time. At birth her left wrist was frozen but now she can move it but she is a little pigeon toed. I was worried about how adoptable she was but now I don't think she will have any problems. She is perfect.

It sucks...

2006-07-30T23:38:00.000-05:00

Well, it was a matter of time. Budgerigars are little tumor factories. I found out the other day that my parakeet, Sumokeet, has a tumor. I figure it originated from her female parts aka ovaries and has grown into a mass that is now protruding from her back. She is the fourth bird that I have had that will die from cancer. Unfortunately, parakeets are so inbred especially the English variety that it is an eventuality that they succumb to cancer if they aren't killed by any household accidents. I am sad but I have given her a good life. She was an older bird that was crippled when I bought her so I know that I saved her and gave her a few months of TLC and a little buddy to keep her company. I just have been down this route before and I am told the same thing by the vet, she is too little for surgery, the tumor is too big and the surgery is too risky. The good thing is that she is comfortable and not in any pain and is completely adored by her man, Howie. I just hate to have to lose her she is a good bird.

The Odd Couple!

2006-07-27T04:59:00.000-05:00

I was checking out the my collection of pictures and I stumbled upon this one of two of my feral kitties. Siamezer and Babooner are two cats that I trapped and neuter and now have an odd couple kind of relationship. This picture was taken during the winter and as you can tell it was cold. I usually leave a blanket as well as their food and water. I always worry about them but they are too wild to try and rehome. They don't cuddle that close right now because it's so freaking hot but they still sit close to each other a very close 6 inches apart. For cats that is almost cuddling like in the picture.

There are the good and the bad!

2006-07-21T01:18:00.000-05:00

First the good.

Last night, while I was studying and my sister was playing on the computer, someone knocked on our backdoor. It was already dark and since we don't live in the best neighborhood, I was scared. After a couple of knocks I finally got the courage and some pants on to answer the door but my sister beat me to it. She opens up the door and sees a heavily pregnant woman walking away and a bag that left on the patio. My sister asks if she need anything and she said no but noticed that we fed some outdoor cats and she left us some supplies since her cat was no longer with her. I am completely surprised it has been 6 years of living at this apartment complex of trapping, neutering and feeding every cat that I came across and I have never had anyone give me anything in the way of help before. I am sad that she lost a pet but thankful that she was willing to help. I thought it was heartburn at first but I actually got a warm and fuzzy feeling here, it's nice.

Now for the bad.

I decided to buy an epilator. For all those who don't know what the hell that is, remember the Epilady, yep, it pulls your body hair out by the root. I figure I would give it a try since I am spending way too much money on waxing and I have a high tolerance for that kind of pain. Anyways, I decided to buy one off of EBay thinking I could get a new one cheap. Well, I did find one that I thought was a good deal and new, very important because a used one kind of creeps me out. So, I received it in the mail today and guess what? It was not so new. It was charged up like it had been used and if that didn't convince me the hair in the actual head mechanism was a clencher. I am completely grossed out and I have no idea whose black hair from God knows which body part that came from. I dropped that thing like it had a raging case of gonorhea (possibly?) and emailed that person a very nice letter saying that she lied. I hope I get a response because there is no way in hell I am keeping that think unless I can dump it in a vat of pure alcohol then set it on fire to get that deep down clean. This goes to show that sometimes paying full price means that your also paying for piece of mind. Anybody else have some similar stories?

Snuggles says reading is FUNdamental!

2006-07-15T18:51:00.000-05:00

I know it's been a long time since I posted anything but school has been crazy. I am taking this accelerated class that is taking up all my time lately but I've made time to spend with our new kitten, Snuggles. He is a little embarrassed by the name but I think it totally suits him. My husband's parents are cat lovers and sent this card to him, welcoming him to the family. He also got a gift card to PetsMart and he told me he was going to spend it all on cat nip and treats. I figure I would monitor his herb consumption, don't want him to be a kitty cat nip addict. Overall, my brain's been to fried to think of anything deep and meaningful so I am going to keep posting pixs of my cats till I get a good thought, so enjoy!

Oh, by the way Snuggles' full name is Mr. Snugglesworth. I think it's very distinguished, don't you think?

This week's news...

2006-07-09T03:09:00.000-05:00

Well, my sister put her kitty, Don Gato, to sleep on Saturday. It was a tough decision but he was not happy and in pain. She still has a surviving kitten, Lupita, that has been working to cheer up but we all will be sad this weekend.

My husband and I decided to adopt one of my foster kittens. Isn't he cute in the picture, he just woke up from a nap when I took it. He looks exactly like Pepito and I have no idea what to call him. I usually get a name within 24 hours of having a foster but I have been a complete blank on what to call him. He is a mellow little guy and is completely opposite to his sister who is very vocal, must be the Siamese in her, and energetic. He definitely is one of our brood.

I am taking Munchy into the clinic for more blood work and another ultrasound this week to figure out if his kidney is still swollen. I am hoping for some good news, wish me luck!

Overall, we are hanging there and but I feel bruised.

It's not noticeable, is it?

2006-07-01T00:48:00.000-05:00

My sister will probably be annoyed that I posted this picture but I wanted to show you guys what she did to herself. Last weekend she came out of her room and had a bruise on her forehead. I inquired about out it and she put her hand over her mouth to contain her crazy laughing fit. It took a while till she caught her breath and explained what happened. It seems that she had a feather toy attached to a stick that had a suction cup at the end. Well, she decides to super amuse her kitten, Lupita, by sticking it to her forehead. She said it had some incredible sticking power and had to yank it off, causing her bruise. I told her to lie and say that she walked into a door or something but I am sure that any story including the truth would cause people to give her the phone number to a domestic abuse line. She is posing with Munchkin aka Peanut. A little update on him, he is sick. One of his kidneys is three times the size that is should be and he is on some kick ass antibiotics to reduce the swelling. I am praying that he will recover but I have a fear of when bad things happen they happen in threes. I will tell you more of my rule of three later. I don't want to jinx myself. Hasta Luego!

Bye Bye, Pepito!

2006-06-26T18:53:00.000-05:00

Well, I had to give up Pepito today to the Austin Humane Society today. I admit, I was a little sad to see him go but I know that he will get adopted in a heartbeat. He is way too cute and sweet plus he's Siamese so he will have a lot of people lining up trying to adopt him. It's sad but true. There are more people who want a fluffy Siamese cat then a brown tabby but if they are kittens chances are they'll both get adopted. After dropping off Pepito, we brought his older brother into our home. He looks exactly like Pepito but he is much more feral and shy. I hope that we are able to tame him some so he can find himself a good home, too, just like his brother.

Lupita and Don Gato!

2006-06-22T12:16:00.000-05:00

Here is a cuddly little photo of my sister's cats. She ended up adopting devil kitten, Lupita. She is making progress and as you can tell by the photo she is starting to relax around my sister and Don Gato. I admit I was quite surprised when my sister wanted to adopt her. She is very feral and needs a lot of socialization but she has the potential to be a great cat. Don Gato still isn't doing to good but he is hanging in there for now and he seems to tolerate the kitten well. There have only been a few incidents where there was some screaming involved. I am just glad that they found each other because my sister adores Lupita and I can tell that Lupita is thinking of my sister as her mommy.

Devil Kitten aka Lupita!

2006-06-12T19:45:00.000-05:00

Here is a picture of our most recent foster kitten, Lupita. I wish I had a picture of more than her face looking pissy but she is pretty wild and would cram herself into the smallest space possible if I let her go for a body shot. I think it was appropriate that this picture of her has red eyes since she is a little bit of a devil. For such a fluffy cat she is the dirtiest little kitten I have ever fostered. She likes to use the litter box then dunk her paws in her water bowl hardening the litter between her toes into tiny little rocks that grow every time she does this. I had to soak her paws in water just to soften them up. Pepito is happy that he has a little buddy but I have separated so Lupita can get some human socialization. Don Gato is still hanging in there and we are making him comfortable for now. We were hoping for some good news today at the vet's but we didn't get it so there is nothing more to do now but wait. Hopefully, I will get some more pictures of Lupita that show that she really is a cute kitten and not possessed by the devil.

Don Gato and Mr. Darcy!

2006-06-10T19:34:00.000-05:00

Don Gato is still not doing very well but he is hanging in there for our sakes. It sucks. I just hope that he will tell us when he has had enough. This picture was taken last weekend right before we were going to take him to the vet. I think it's kind of funny because Amy is holding Don Gato, a white and black cat, while one of the neighborhood kitties that we have kind of adopted, Mr. Darcy, a black and white cat, is in the same shot. It reminds me of that episode of the original Star Trek where there where the two races that looked basically the same but hated the other because the color of their skin which is black and white on either side was inverted. The only exception here is that these two guys get along. We tried to foster Mr. Darcy so he could get adopted by us but he refused to use the litter box, he preferred my sister's bathtub instead. So, now I am fostering a new kitten and it brings the total to two for now. I am trying to take a picture of her because she is too cute! She is crazy feral but is the most gorgeous cat I have ever seen. I will post that picture soon!

The newest little foster kitten and updates on Don Gato!

2006-06-05T16:43:00.000-05:00

I have been having computer problems lately and this is the first time that I have been able to post a picture. Whew! I think I deserve a pat on the back but seriously, I think my husband did all the work. This is the new picture of our most recent foster kitten. I've had him since Friday and so far so good. We have named him Pepito Encherito Blancito. Hey, he is Latin so he gets a really long name. The big brown cat is my Munchkin and he is a lover of kittens. He is always the best daddy and it looks like he has a new buddy. I like how he curled his tail around Pepito, it's too cute! I have some more fosters on the way but they were just born this weekend and won't be ready for a couple more weeks, so Pepito gets to be the only crazy kitten in the house besides my regular kitties. As you all know Don Gato was in the hospital and has been sick for last two weeks. Well, my sister decided to put him to sleep on Saturday but at the last minute he took a turn for the better and the vet decided to give the guy more time. He isn't out of the woods yet but he is stable and that is good news to us. I will keep you guys updated but in the meantime I will be praying for Don Gato for a quick recovery and Pepito on finding a good home. Tschuss!

Hopefully, the last Don Gato update!

2006-05-25T15:54:00.000-05:00

Well, I just went and picked up Don Gato from the vet and he didn't need a blood transfusion and his body is bouncing back and producing red blood cells. He is now on oral antibiotics for the next 2 weeks and has to be back in a week for a check up. He definitely feels better and is demanding food. I am just glad that he is doing better because we weren't really sure he would make it. His care cost a small fortune but as my sister said, "He is worth it, I can always make more money but there is only one Don Gato!" and she is totally right.

Dr. "Kitty Titty"

2006-05-24T21:16:00.000-05:00

Here is the Ana photo of the week. We have been so serious that we need to take a break and nothing seems to cheer me up more than my kitty, Ana. She, of course, is the cat that inspired the name of my blog, Kitty Titty, for her strange habit of nursing from my male cat, Munchkin. Whenever we get stressed out she likes to come and cuddle with you. She has been our on site therapy cat during this stressful time. Her most successful treatments are her purring and making biscuit therapies. She is also skilled in meowing pitifully for treats, dragging feather toys for you to play with her, stealing your seat and making sure that laundry straight from the dryer stays warm. Not only did she graduate from the Kitty Kat Therapy University but she also graduate from the Kitty College for the Gifted and Extremely Cute and Photogenic. She is like her Aunt because as soon as a camera is pointed in their directions they turn on the beautiful. When someone I know and love is sick or going through tough times I stop to appreciate what I have in life and the beauty around me. I have to say that I am one lucky person.

Don Gato and the heating pad!

2006-05-24T20:48:00.000-05:00

I promised an update on Don Gato and here it is! He has received a grand total of 2 blood transfusions and is scheduled to get a third tomorrow. He has been poked and prodded, scanned by an ultrasound machine and given shots and fluids and he is getting better very slowly. Looks like he had a really bad liver infection and his body started to attack and destroy his own blood cells which is not good but we caught it in time. It looks like it will be a long recovery and we are taking it one day at a time but so far so good.

Don Gato and the E-collar!

2006-05-22T10:54:00.000-05:00

Here is are cute little Don Gato this morning. As you can tell he has an e-collar so he won't lick his IV catheter. He spent the whole weekend in the Animal Emergency Room. He has a really low red blood cell count, so low that he need a blood transfusion. He is still pretty sick and we are going to take him the regular vet today so we can figure out why he is so sick. We hope to get some good news. Don Gato is a little pissy and he is complaining that the day spa that we took him to was horrible. The food sucked, he got poked and prodded and he never got that seaweed wrap he asked for. He is much happier at home but he is still very sick. I'll keep you update on his condition but it is pretty serious.

School's Out!

2006-05-18T11:05:00.000-05:00

Whew, I did it! I survived another semester! I could have done better in my classes but overall I did good. I have two weeks for a break then I start up my summer school class. Since, I have two weeks just to myself I doing all things I didn't have time to do during the school semester. For example, read my collection of romance novels. I don't know what it is but I am addict to them. My husband calls it the chic equivalent of porn but I just happen to enjoy happy endings with sex thrown in. It's totally normal, right? Besides that I get to catch up on household chores and cooking for my man. I feel kind of wifey when I cook and clean for my husband probably because I don't do it very often during the semester and he really appreciates it when I do. I am catching up with friends I haven't spoken to in a while and buying things for the house that make it look pretty. We bought my husband a new computer and he is enjoying it a lot but as far as I can tell the only difference is that the picture is less fuzzy and the box is huge. We went to Fry's Electronics and bought the parts and they put it together. It was two hours of my life and I hope that I will never hear him complain when I take him shopping. It was like nerd shopping. Once, my hubbie wandered off and the sales associates started asking me questions at the same time about DVD burners. I admit it, I ran like a girl to find my hubbie just to escape their questions because I didn't know what the hell they were talking about. The rest of the week I plan to relax, go to the vet with my sister, visit some family and go to orientation for my new school. It's amazing, even though I am on a mini vacation for two weeks I still have a lot to do. Wish me luck!

Tree All Gone!

2006-05-06T15:07:00.000-05:00

That beautiful tree that was bent by the storm is no more. It was deemed hazardous and within an hour and half it was all gone. It probably took a decade or more to grow and one nasty storm later and some chain saw and 5 guys it's been reduced to a naked stump. I am a little bummed but I think it's better this way. We have way too many kids here that would have had fun climbing it and the next thing you know it would have fallen on one of them. Still I am a little sad, I like trees, they're pretty.

Weathering the Storm!

2006-05-05T11:44:00.000-05:00

Check this tree out! It was beautiful and completely vertical but not anymore. One of the fun things about living in Texas is the tornadoes or almost tornadoes. Not that it's fun but it makes life here a little interesting. I woke up last night from a nap and I couldn't help but hear the loud howling of the wind. It almost sounded like a freight train which is my mental indicator that a tornado is almost upon me. My sister was sitting next me looked at me and I looked at her and I yelped, "Shit, a tornado!" I jumped out of bed and started rounding up the cats, got away from the windows and formed a plan that consisted of my sister and I jumping into the tub and pulling a mattress on top of ourselves. I gathered all of our candles and lit them and grabbed our cell phones. I sadly don't have a weather radio or any radio that runs off of batteries so I was SOL there. My husband is frantically calling from his work, checking to see if we were okay and in mid call the power goes out and so does our phone. He calls me back later on my cell and says that he and all of his coworkers are corralled in the pseudo storm shelter at work. So, my sister and I are in the dark, my cats are gathered in her bathroom and my bathroom was free our plan. No air means, it got stuffy fast and we opened the door and admired the fury that was nature. The wind was blowing so hard around 70 to 80 miles an hour and the rain was almost horizontal. It was scary for about 15 minutes then the weather abated. The rain was still pouring but not as hard and the wind dropped considerably. They let my husband come home and we all munched on some cold dinner and popped open a bottle of champagne. My sister had already started drinking wine since her great plan in Miami when hurricanes hit and the power goes out was to start drinking beer and barbecuing all the meat in the fridge. So, we drank and relaxed and my sister fell asleep on the couch and we listened to the pitter patter of rain and the gentle lull of her snoring. Today we got to see the wreckage caused by the storm and it isn't pretty. Trees and tree limbs are everywhere and it's a sad sight but we weathered the storm just fine and that's all that really matters.

Oops, I Did it Again!

2006-04-29T14:52:00.000-05:00

Okay, I totally love my husband so I did it again. I got that dreaded area...waxed for the second time. This time it didn't hurt as much as the first time. I actually had a pleasant experience. I went to my usual esthectician and she did a great job. I did the wax instead of the sugar and it didn't hurt nearly as much as it did last time...not even close. I was expecting the excrutiating pain from my last experience but I only felt a little discomfort a couple of times. I think that the person makes all the difference. She had a very calm demeanor, a light touch and asked if I was okay numerous times. She also recommended not to drink any caffeine or alcohol before coming in and it did make a difference in the amount of pain I felt. So, check out Keith Kristofer salon, I highly recommend it. Also, check out the brunette on the website. She is a good friend of mine and a cutie patootie, too!

Chilly? Put another cat on the bed!

2006-04-28T01:19:00.000-05:00

Here is a rare picture of all three of my cats on my bed sleeping with me. I edited it out my ugly mug because as it turns out I am no Sleeping Beauty. I am a little rough around the edges until I get that morning cup of coffee and then I do that magical transformation into Cinderella. Let's just say my husband keeps caffeine stocked in the house at all times. Anyways, this is rare moment captured on film here. My cats always are oppositely charged batteries and are repelled by one another but occasionally they all join forces to steal away my warmth. As I remember I took this in the winter near Christmas and the house dipped down to a chilly 74 degrees in the house. Way too cold as you can tell by the cuddling cats. Here's to my cats, the best set of heat stealers and blanket hogs I could ever ask for, seriously, they're worse then my husband.

Ana's Pearl Necklace!

2006-04-26T22:20:00.000-05:00

I just realized that I haven't posted anything in a long time so here is a cute pix of my kitty, Ana with a pearl necklace. Hey, get your mind out of the gutter people, she actually has a pearl necklace on. I have been busy with school lately and I haven't had much time to fill you in on my life but here is a brief list of things that have happened to or that I have done.

- Ate at the Salt Lick Restaurant! Very tasty BBQ and the band was playing some music and we had a rocking good time!
- I went to a cat show that was really creepy but I saw all kinds of cats and their eccentric owners. It was like I was coming home to the mothership!
- I went to try my luck at bellydancing at the Copa. It felt good to get my bellydance on 'cause my hips don't lie!
- I am enjoying married life and I realize that men have very basic needs. Food, sleep and sex make my husband a very happy camper.
- I think that I may be addicted to EBay since I can never purchase anything in a store anymore without first wondering if I could get it cheaper there.
- The outdoor cats that we feed regularly are getting more friends at the food bowel. I told them that they would have to get jobs soon since feeding them all is getting expensive. Pixs coming soon!
- School is almost over and I am trying to get a part time job. We'll see how that works out.

Overall, I am the same and I hope to post some more pictures soon after school ends so keep your eyes peeled for some drunk photos of moi!

In the hands of an angry zit!

2006-04-10T11:22:00.000-05:00

I have recovered enough from the evil zit that haunted all my pictures at my husband's brother's wedding to talk about it. While driving up to Alabama, a huge zit appeared on my nose that defied description. The only thing that I can say is that in every teen angst movie there is that sad nerd with the hugest, juiciest, most repulsive zit on their nose...well, that person was me. I tried to hide it with makeup but my husband noticed it right off the bat and gave it a name, Beatrice. Thanks, hon. It is so true when they say naming something gives it power because she wouldn't go away. I dread seeing any photos of myself because it was bad, I mean BAD. I am doing so much better now and glad that it's over with but next time I won't get so stressed and I am definitely going for that facial Notta recommended.

Fun cakes and friskiness at weddings!

2006-04-04T22:23:00.000-05:00

We're back! My husband and I went to his brother's wedding this weekend. I had to take a picture of the grooms cake. It's too cool. I am a UT graduate so this cake just tickles me orange. Plus it was a yummy red velvet cake. We had a great time except for the fact that we drove from Texas to Alabama. It was a boring 12 hour drive from Austin to Birmingham. When we arrived we were exhausted and slept like the dead. We had one day of rest then we hit the road again. Honestly, I am going to fly next time. 12 hours is just too long to be sitting on one's behind but even after spending almost 10 years together, my husband and I still have lots to talk about. Overall, I had a great time I just wish I had more time to just enjoy the festivities but my husband and I enjoyed each other, at least. Also, there is an added bonus about weddings. I don't know if this happens to anyone else but weddings are guaranteed to make me frisky and my husband doesn't pass up any because of that. Anyways, I wish the bride and groom many wishes of happiness!

My sister is a Gremlin!

2006-03-30T03:27:00.000-06:00

My sister called me up the other day and told me that something weird happened. Well, a lot of weird things happen to her but this was kind of funny weird. She received a phone call asking if some "happy occasion" had blessed her. She was confused because she is happy but didn't know what occasion she was talking about. The lady then asked her if she had just had a baby. She called her to congratulate her but then realized that there was a mix up in there information. But this completely freaked her out because she had no plans to get pregnant let alone give birth the previous day. But if she did, I believe her to do list yesterday went like this...

- Go to grocery store
- Buy some makeup
- Contribute to world peace
- Feed cat
- Have a baby
- After giving birth go back to work, have that report to type up

The funny thing is that this person actually called her the day after Amy supposedly had given birth and didn't miss a beat that Amy was at work answering her phone. I don't know about you but after squeezing a tiny human being out of my body, I think I would have called in a sick day at least. I, of course, had to tease my sister. I told her that she was a gremlin and that she could easily spawn if I disregarded the rules and fed her after midnight and spilled some water on her back. Little gremlin babies would just pop off her. That would be cute! Anyways, I am borrowing a line from Sex and the City, "Congratulations, you don't have a baby." Well, at least not yet.

Look at me, I'm a Pretty Princess!

2006-03-26T12:19:00.000-06:00

I guess I don't put on enough makeup to satisfy my sister so she signed me up for a consulation with a MAC makeup artist. I was pleasantly suprised because I actually had fun and I learned a lot. My makeup artist did a fantastic job. Now the hard part is trying to recreate the "look". She did my eyeshadow in 20 seconds, I was trying to recreate the look for an hour last night before I gave up. I'll keep trying but damn I need those brushes they make it sooo easy. Thanks chica and Adrenne!

CLS and PIX!

2006-03-24T16:16:00.000-06:00

My sister complained that I never post enough pictures of myself even though it's my blog. Enjoy this picture of me laughing my ass off. I was hanging with friends on my birthday and we got a little tipsy and laughed our asses off. It was great!

I have some good news! Let me start at the beginning. I changed my major of nursing to Clinical Laboratory Science. I know why the big change? I fell in love with Microbiology more specifically the lab. I love growing microorganism on little agar plates and figuring out what the hell I am looking at. I love a good mystery. I have no regrets about changing my major from nursing to CLS because I love the field so much. I am looking forward to my new career and I am going to have a lot of fun for the next 2 years until I graduate. Wish me luck!

St. Patrick's Sham-Rocking Fun Time! WEEEEEEHH!

2006-03-24T13:39:00.000-06:00

Okay, my sister has been bugging me to update my blog and here it is. Here is my sister jamming to a band on St. Patrick's Day which was awesome. We met some friends at a pub called Sherlock's. I ain't going to lie, the place was so crowded that I almost left but we parked and braved the crowd for some green beer. Some friends showed up later with some jello shots which we quickly enjoyed. So, one green shot and two green beers later I am on the pseudo dance floor cutting the rug to a band singing some rocking cover songs. Here is my sister enjoying the music and basically taunting anyone to touch her shamrock. I wouldn't recommend it the woman kicks like a mule. I just love this picture because she is care free and she isn't even drunk that person was me operating the camera.

Warning NSFW - The crazy shit I do for love!

2006-02-26T11:50:00.000-06:00

This week has sucked. It was a week that our fridge broke, my sister's toilet is on the fritz (I wonder why?), I gave a speech and I did something so unspeakably painful that I fear I have scarred my sister.

Let's start at the top...I had to give a speech about bellydancing in my Speech class. That was cool, nobody died and I wasn't booed of the stage so in my book it wasn't so bad. Our apartment hates us. I don't know why it waited till the weekend for the shit to hit the fan but our apartment guy deemed the fridge breaking as a "non-emergency" and told us to buy some ice till Monday when he can come and fix it. My sister's toilet has a leak somewhere so we can't use it either. Thank God we have two toilets in this damn apartment or I would be leaving some bags of stuff and when I say stuff I mean shit, in front of our apartment manager's door.

Okay, let's get to the horribly painful part. I did something that most people have an interest in doing but thankfully have more sense then to get it done. I got a Brazilian wax done on me and it fucking hurt. Not a little but a lot. A LOT. You haven't experienced pain until the hair down there gets ripped out of your body. I even got the less painful procedure done, too, the sugaring instead of the waxing. Never having been waxed except for my eyebrows...let's just say they both suck in my opinion. You want to know why I did it? Well, I did it for my husband. I have to admit when I showed him the end result, he was pretty happy, it was like playing with a new toy except it is still the old toy with less hair on it. His reaction was so good that I am thinking of having it done again. That is love people or I am crazy because after experiencing the most painful thing in my life I am going to do it again. I'd like to think that I am crazy in love.

The Dream Warriors movie was not so dreamy but more like a nightmare that wouldn't end!

2006-02-24T12:35:00.000-06:00

I know that I am suppose to be on hiatus but I rented this movie from Netflix the other day and I wish I hadn't. Okay, I have a crush on the actor Daniel Goddard so I decided to see so more of his "acting" ability. He was so hot in the Beastmaster TV show but I am convinced that his brilliant costume of a loincloth had a lot to do with my infatuation. Anyways, I watched this movie and it had some other notable actors like Sherilyn Fenn, Lance Henrikson and Isaac Hayes but my GOD it sucked. Not even minor suckage but major suckage that canceled out any hotness that Daniel Goddard had. This high level of suckage temporarily scarred my fragile psyche and I had to recover with a movie that had an equally attractive actor and much better acting (sort of), Troy. Honestly, I don't like Brad Pitt but damn that man is hot in the movie, it must be all the muscles. He was so yummy I could have sopped him with a biscuit. Overall, save your time because I will never get back that one hour and thirty minutes that "Dream Warriors" took away from my life.

I am taking a break!

2006-02-19T22:50:00.000-06:00

I normally am better about updating my blog but I have been so stressed out lately with school. I am official taking a break for at least three weeks until this busy spurt dies down and I can once again breathe normally without the threat of panic attacks. Wish me luck. I have a school interview next Monday and a couple of projects due in succession for the next three weeks. Don't worry I will be back!

Love,
Angelique

OMIGOD! ATTACK OF THE CLONES!

2006-02-09T00:44:00.000-06:00

Okay, okay. I had to rip off the whole Star Wars schitk but for reals, I experienced an attack of clones. Well, maybe it wasn't an exact attack but more of an apathetic, nonchalant, nonstare situation. It went down like this.

I have been hanging out with my sister Friday nights salsa dancing at a local club. I was taking Salsa lessons so I figured I should put that practice to use. I went to the club and noticed that it was pretty packed. It seemed like the ballroom dancing Salsa dancers dominated the dance floor. You can pick them out because they are really flashy dancers and they dance in a double time beat meaning it's freaking fast. I like the old Cuban style salsa because it's all about taking your time, having a good time with some attitude and less fast and flash. So after dodging spinning women, I looked around and waited for a man to ask me to dance. I waited and waited and waited. The thing was that there was this big wall of men at least 25-30 guys that were drinking while looking at all the women who walked by. They did they same thing all of them...they were freaky clones. It was sad and it was really starting to piss me off. I figure if you go to a dance club the least you can do is dance with someone. I noticed that the club had a pretty good lesbian crowd there, too. Their salsa wasn't traditional since a woman doesn't' normally know how to lead but they were having fun. I figured that if no man asked me to dance I would finally break down and ask a lesbian. Why not? Finally, a man asks me whom I know from dance class and he was the worst dancer ever. Out of pity I danced two dances with him then bolted to the bar where my sister was hanging. He followed us for a bit but eventually got the hint and left us alone. By now the club was standing room only and even more crowded then before. I was sipping on an Apple Martini and chilling when, finally, I get asked to dance by a guy who didn't stare at me for 30 minutes with a lecherous grin like the majority of the clones. He was a nice young graduate student from UT. He waited patiently while I sucked down my drink. I finally get on the dance floor and we started to dance and my foot slipped out of my shoe. It took me a bit to fix my shoe and the song ended. The next song was reggaeton song (Spanish hip hop) and I figured I should dance this song, too. He had no idea how to dance reggaeton but I told him it was hip hop and he was a really good hip hop dancer. I was amazed that such a clean cut boy wearing a sweater vest could krunk (dirty dance) with me. It was awesome. My sister wasn't so lucky. Her dance partner experienced "the rhythm is going to get you" moment and started yelling in a very distracting and hilarious manner. Very sad. In the end we thanked our dance partners and danced a sister solo dance together. We said good-bye to the wall of guys. I teased Amy that a guy tried to come up to her and ask her to dance but as soon as we stopped dancing and left the dance floor, he turned around pretended to be interested at some paint peeling on the wall. That was smooth, real smooth. Overall, the night was a bust because I didn't dance a lot and the club was really crowded. The best part was spending some time with my sister.

But for reals. I know that women travel in packs but I never knew guys to do it. Has anyone else experienced men just lurking in clubs but never doing anything except staring. I have never experienced this before. Most people who don't dance usually mingle and drink on the side. They don't stare with their mouths open. It was embarrassing it was starting to attract flies.