Can't Hug Every Kim

Things I Want Right Now:
Heber back.  I really want Heber back.
Gnocchi Mac & Cheese. That looks so dang good. 
An end to these d**n migraines.


Things I am Doing Right Now:
Watching my new beardie, Stanley Yelnats climb in his cage.
Laughing at "Can't Hug Every Cat" with Mom (the song based on the eHarmony Crazy Cat Lady. I don't care if she IS fake, it is STILL funny.)


What I Should Be Doing Right Now:
Cleaning my hermit crabs' tank.
Finding Newsies in my DVDs because BoyKid wants to watch it with Kimpossible (who he likes and she likes him. Aww, cute.  Wish it was Kiddo, though.  She is my FAVORITE Kim in his life.) on their date tonight. Actually, yeah... it's 7:30 almost. I will do this now.

...


A few hours later.  The date is going on downstairs, I am watching Burn Notice, playing on Pinterest... I still haven't cleaned the crab cage. Maybe tomorrow.

Today I went to Voc Rehab.  I don't know if they'll help me at all. But I am seeing.  As for my new therapist, New-Ivy, I just... okay, IDK. I am having the hardest time dealing with my new therapist. I had a therapist I really liked. She was like my friend. However, she has recently had a baby... and made the decision to leave her practice to be a full-time SAHM. So she transferred my records to her replacement. Which should be fine. New-Dr. is a good psychologist. She is also nice, personable, etc. Then we start talking about what I do with my free time/Critters 2 Go. She tells me "Oh, you have sugar gliders?! My daughter had one!" First problem... ONE. Second? The daughter is 8 years old. Gliders are NOT good KID pets. Third, "HAD." Yeah, she tells me "well, and they just DIE. I mean, like after a few months. How long do they live for anyway?"
Me: "15 years."
Oh, AND "and they stink so bad." Now, gliders DO smell, but mostly if they have crappy diets. Well, and the boys just stink to high heaven when they aren't fixed.
ME: "was it a male?"
HER: "Oh, I have no idea" she laughs, "like I said, they die so easy."
ME: "yeah, they have pretty specific needs, a really specialized diet, stuff like that." She blew that off pretty quick.

Okay, so she is still a good therapist, but the whole time I am stewing and seeing her as this lady who got an exotic pet after doing no research for her daughter who was too young to care for it and doesn't seem particularly sorry about it's early death due to, in all likelihood, incorrect care. Grumble grumble.

So, am I being completely irrational? The thing is, if she was some other doctor... I mean there is no necessity to click with your podiatrist! But someone who is supposed to be helping me with my emotional/mental health? It is probably petty, but I have a really hard time with the whole thing. 

ADR

It's not his fault, but Heber died at a particularly terrible time.  I don't JUST mean during my hardest final, so that all my concentration was on him and pretty much NONE was on the d**n test.  I mean it is the end of school so I have hours of free time.  I should focus on work or start quilling again because, my therapist today was right, I get a LOT sadder when I am not busy.  And I miss Heber so much I physically ache sometimes.  I don't want to go tomorrow to the All Things Animal Fair.  But I feel like I have to, not because I owe it to HerMajesty, my teacher who I got to lovingly chat with today, but because I owe it to sugar gliders.  If somebody comes to the fair that needs info on gliders, needs to know their diet, etc, I owe it to those gliders.  But it's going to be really hard.

Today's been pretty much a waste.  I had a meeting with my Dean... and HerMajesty.  I had therapy.  But then I watched hours and hours of Burn Notice, looked at hundreds of LOLCats, posted a little on Gaia, ate cardboard pizza and cold cereal, basically did little to nothing.

Cats and Dads

Today both my arm and head hurt really bad.  I went to church with the family, but didn't stay very long.  Instead I came back and found my friend, Cali, waiting by the door for my return.

Cali is a cat.  She is not MY cat.  She belongs to our next door neighbor, if anyone.  They got her fixed, got her shots, but after that, Cali is just let to her own outside.  She is basically feral, but over a long time we have become best friends.  She comes into our house, walks around, sometimes hides.  She often won't let a soul pet her, and don't you DARE try to pick her up.  You'll get bit for that.  But when SHE feels like it, like today, she will come cuddle up next you, moving and positioning your arms around her like you are holding a little baby.  She is the weirdest, awesomest cat.  She gets to you.  My dad, self-proclaimed cat HATER and dog tolerater, loves this quirky cat. 

I really do feel like we are kindred spirits, Cali and I.  Even though she is a cat, she is one of my best friends.  I probably should not admit that. Hee hee hee!


But today is not Catter's Day. It's Father's Day.

And despite all the times I am pissed at my padre, he is a good dad.  He is funny.  He holds his priesthood worthily. He puts up with my animals in the house.  And, for better or worse, Padre is MY DAD.  He is part of who I am.

Playing House

In my own house this past week has been... hard.  I want so badly for it to feel normal and good and happy but the thing is your problems follow you no matter which of your beds you sleep in.  This I know, but it doesn't make it more frustrating.  I WANT TO FEEL HAPPY AND HEALTHY! I have to settle for, well, getting a few things done.

Things-a-Day:
*Poster for April Relief Society thing (except for the e's... as I ran out of those stickers, in that font, and have to wait for more. Grr) - I am publicity person, that is my church job.
*Found a new source for my Brazilian Cheese Rolls! Thank you, Good Earth!
*Visited world's coolest half friendly/half feral cat, Cali.  She made me feel pretty happy for awhile. :)  And I am not a cat-PERSON per say. She even impresses Cat-HATERS (like Padre.  He loves her, and I don't think he has ever even wanted a cat to not DIE before.) Yay Cali!


I just get sick of feeling like I am only PLAYING house in my own apartment. My own life, really.  No control.

Shedding my Old Ways!

So nice of Jack to make my metaphorical title for me. Sorry it's a cell phone pic. He is pulling off his shedded skin and underneath he is all bright and shiny! Awww... my gecko is so freaking cute!

Welcome to my new blog!!!

Since my post by email email address was compromised (thanks, MyLife! YOU SUCK!!!!) I have had to move. But at least it's a good time for a fresh start.

Now, to try and tell all my friends where my new digs are located! Spread the word! The Library is CLOSED! Enter the fascinating
www.Thefreelogomakers.com

Pretty Sure a Cat is mandatory when you are 30 and single

Yet again I am behind in my writing, so here is a little recap of my recent life changes...

I turned 30. And Befriended a cat. Figures, eh?

My awesome friends threw me a surprise party! I got 30 of all kinds of little things. 30 little plushies, 30+ bubble gum coins, 30+ ring pops, etc. We played on the Wii on the Big Screen, and I got an action figure of Hiro from Heroes who I crush (I'm a nerd, yeah) and SoftLips and yummy cake. Also really yummy food that I could really only suck on due to the pain in my teeth at the time but it was the thought that counted and they were AWESOME.

I got a few MORE root canals and realized I can no longer go to regular dentist for this stuff, even good ones. My problems are too complicated. I hate my teeth.

My fam got me a pass to the Aquarium which rocks since it's very near my Endodontist. So I have been able to use it OFTEN. Those stingrays are gonna start RECOGNIZING me, I tell ya!
I love it. Plus, this now makes it both Living Planet AND the Zoo that I have a pass too. Since I WORK at Thanksgiving Point (though I haven't been able to go in for forever), about the only animals I CAN'T see anytime I want are those at Secret Garden in Vegas. I need a membership THERE now! HA!

Now I am dealing with a craptastic stomach thing. As usual we don't know what it is, except that I had some really bad test results in the ER last awhile ago, which led to a colonoscopy and endoscopy yesterday and a liver biopsy planned for Friday. But right now I am just on lots of meds, and hurting a lot.

I am still living at the parents' and neglecting my OWN apartment (and my turtle and tortoise. :O( Bummer.) where the Roomie is. My best friend at this house is totally that cat, even though I am really a dog person.

And I am totally digging all things Steampunk. A beautiful combination of history and science fiction... and making technichal things look old and weird and lovely.... AND talking all British and saying things like "What what" and "By Jove!".... WHY am I late to this party?!

Tweeting my way back out of Obscurity?

So, it's been a long time since I updated, so here is the gist. My hilarious brother, BoyKid, is back, my best friend around here is a very strange little cat with OCD, and I spend at least a day a week at the dentist or doctor. I am becoming obsessed with the beautiful modifications of Steampunk, I am using Twitter, and I am still living at the padres' while the Roomie is roommates with my turtles. And with that, hopefully, I will try to write more in the future.


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Sunny Baudilare had to use her teeth to fold her own staples out of metal rods. So it could be worse.

Why do things the easy way when you can do them the hard way? So, I am working my butt off to pull together Leonardo's Lab. The PLANNING is done, now it's the gathering supplies stage, which I HATE. For instance...

to teach linear perspective we are going to put up plastic sheets on the window and TRACE the scene with dry erase markers. Easy enough, right? Right. So I ask for 30 acetate sheets. You know, overhead projector films. Instead I am given 15 plastic sheet protectors.
"Ummm..."
"so, yeah, cut these apart."

So that is what I am doing. Cutting open sheet protectors with the best of the crappy scissors rather than simply purchasing a box of overhead projector sheets.

Education is ALL about adaptation. *hits head on wall repeatedly* (And yes, Mali, we should talk. Though I admit most of my ideas are for younger kids. But we should, like, powwow on ideas. YAY FOR A REAL JOB!!!! Color me jealous!)

So is wildlife rescue. The robin (who still doesn't have a name, but I have been calling him Oliver as he is an orphan and also because I have been thinking a lot about Brother Mayhood and that's his middle name. But The Roomie may have a real name for him by now. I should check. He makes me miss Martin.) is not hurting, and seems heeled... but healed wrong. His wing is crooked as it wasn't set right away and we only just received him. If we were real vets maybe we would re-break it... but we won't. And none of the real vets will treat him. SO, as long as he seems happy otherwise, it looks like he will NOT be released. Either he will become a permanent resident at the Ark or, if possible, we will try and find a refuge.

The deer have a half-happy update. While McKell died, according to Mr. Coffee, even with the dead mom she has a LOT of spunk and is alive and making a PEST of herself, thinking she is a PET and following him around for a bottle and some loves. Bad for when she grows up, but I admit that it still makes me giggle and be SO proud of her. Now I just need a kitten update from V and the SpazCat!

Adaptation... in education... animals... and relationships. Oh, and don't worry about my ears. To be completely honest I am more likely to GET a tattoo than pierced ears, even though that sounds crazy. Knowing me, it's true. And really, seeing whether I can get used to makeup so Fresno can feel like he's with a real girl on occasion, well, that's gonna be a stretch. And I am stubborn. So worry more for him than me, I suppose. Hee hee hee! SIGH.

Oh Deer!

I should go to bed, but I am sort of having a little freak out. This evening... holy crap. CRAZY. I was meeting with this girl, V, who is very cool and wanted to adopt Marco, who is going a little CRAZY, so it is REALLY good to get her someone to REALLY love and bond with her. Psycho cat totally shredded my Mom's legs out of boredom and wild cattitude! It was really bad. So, yeah, very good to place her officially.

However, while she was trying to find the house (the Padres', we were meeting there), more animal drama was going on there. Did I tell you that 2 or 3 days ago a buck DIED in our yard?! Actually, I am really asking. DID I tell you? I am going to go check and finish this, more educated, tomorrow... errr... later today in the hours of Non-Zombies.

So, I checked. I DIDN'T blog about it (but told The Roomie, Fresno, and maybe CC?) A couple days ago (after the fawns) my mom looked out the window to see a very disturbing sight. There was a young (but big) buck in the yard (not unusual or disturbing... as I have said, the deer claimed the yard pretty much the day my Cassie died.)... but he looked like he was TALKING. His mouth was just going like crazy. Then he layed down on our back porch, still "talking" and DIED!!!! It scared my mom but also was really sickening. This was a Friday evening. She called Fish and Game (because while they just let BABY deer die, we could at least trust them with an already DEAD one.) to come get a DEAD dear out of the yard. Well, guess what the genuises there said to my mother?
"I am sorry, we are really busy. If you could have called us this MORNING we could come get it."
"It wasn't HERE this morning."
"I am sorry, Ma'am. But you need to call earlier in the day."
"But it JUST DIED. It is on my porch! I can see it!"
"We can come out Monday, if you'd like?"

My mom was so annoyed she hung up. A big dead buck... over a hot weekend. GREAT. She called animal control and they said "I am sorry, but you REALLY need to call Fish and Game."
"They told me I had to call AHEAD OF TIME!"
The man laughed at that and said "if you HAD they'd have ticketed you for KILLING it!" He was nice and came and took the corpse away that night.

But you see, that is only BACK story. Because I was over to the Padres to meet with V and was driving down from the U and I was trying to play with Marco enough to TIRE HER OUT (IMPOSSIBLE. If I could PACKAGE that energy and sell it, I would be rich. But I am pretty sure it is just another version of Meth.) so a car ride wouldn't make her nutso. So I was over there when a neighbor called and said she had been hearing the remaining twin (K-Lee) crying all day and knew my Mom had been watching out for her to call the rehabber Mr. Coffee to take HER too if Mama wasn't doing her job. Mom started to say so when the lady said "the mom just died above your house."

We ran outside to find the baby. We are pretty sure both the mama and that buck were poisoned. MAYBE by some new plant put in one of the landscaping houses going on. But, and maybe this is just my suspicious mind, I think there is a chance that, as the deer have been pissing people off a LOT lately eating their plants, I think someone DID it.

And when we FOUND K-Lee she was trying desperately to NURSE off her dead, poisoned mother and crying. She was still very hard to catch, though. She was so frightened. With the stress, and drinking what is, likely, poisoned milk from her mother... I don't think she has much chance. But Mr. Coffee will TRY at least. Mr. Coffee is my new hero. He looks like SANTA... but he reminds me of Brother Mayhood from Texas. I LOVED Brother Mayhood.

Catching her took most of the evening... and several NEIGHBORS! One guy (very cool) even LASSOED her!!!!! And another (who seems really young and nobody even knew his name) offered to DRIVE her to Mr. Coffee's reserve in Heber. I want to know who that was. He was cute, too, and SO sweet with the fawn. He should date the Roomie.

And V came in the middle of all this. She was actually really excited to see the deer once we had her bedded down in a box for the ride. She just kept saying "Wow. You guys really DO do rescues." I kept telling her THAT was not normal. At ALL. But she DID fall head over heals for Marco and did take her home. Marco is, if possible, even MORE nuts than before but I think having more one-on-one time will help. And I think she and her new Mama, V, will get along VERY well. For one thing because I was talking about how she still needed some time to get tame and she said "oh, I hope she doesn't get TOO tame though." I laughed and said I didn't think THAT would happen.

V is cool. She is a rape counselor at the U of U and a very sweet girl. I like her! She said she's keep me updated with pics and stories and that made me feel better too. And she seemed fully enchanted with the kitten (as well she SHOULD be! hee hee!)

So, yeah. It's been a really crazy day. Tragedies and Triumphs... but even the triumphs, well, I just don't know. I will miss Marco, but I believe V will love her and take care of her right. I don't think there is much luck for K-Lee. McKell died yesterday, too. I wonder if they ever had a chance or not. Sometimes they just DIE. But how long was the Mama sick for? When were they poisoned? And by what? (And, to take the more maudlin route by WHOM?)

I just can't believe that the wildlife people wouldn't at least do a BASIC necropsy. I mean, at least check their STOMACH as to what was last eaten! I know they don't care. As they told my mom when she asked "we are not worried about the deer population." I mean, to me, I think screw the POPULATION... what happened to THESE 2 INDIVIDUALS? They have faces and names, you know! Okay, so the buck didn't. But the doe was Ashley. She had babies that needed her. But POPULATION... But what about the NEIGHBORHOOD population? How do they know there isn't something in that neighborhood that could kill family pets? Or KIDS? At least CHECK.

GRRRRRRRRRR...

Where is James Herriot when you need him? Or Dr. Doolittle? Or Noah? Or St. Francis of Assisi?

Or Brother Mayhood?

Just another Manic Monday...

Today started very dumb but then got good and then ended, well, bittersweet. Such is the Roller Coaster of my world.

First I went to the hospital to turn in my PEE... and Dr. Princess had messed up the lab order and so I had to wait 45 minutes just for a fax to get REGISTERED to turn IN said pee. Me and MOM had an argument while there. We both cried. It was way stupid. And while waiting, Dr. Princess's office called... not about the fact that it was taking 10 years to get the fax right now, but rather about the results of the blood work/ultrasound. There is something out of wack ("Wiggedy Wack?" "No, just the regular type.") with my pituitary... and they are back to checking for Tumors. Another MRI. SIGH.

Dumb dumb dumb.

I was not really focused at the pool, either, after the hospital because I was worried about the MRI... and Marco... and issues with Mom... so my work out was pretty lame. I just felt BLEH and distracted and sad and scared.

Work was better. It was a little hectic, but I LIKE working. I like the kids and I LOVE the critters. That new pony, Lucky, really IS darling. OH! So, his story!

So, ponies usually have their foals in the middle of the night or very early morning (according to the farm girls). But Missy randomly dropped hers a couple days ago, late afternoon (as my class was ending and we were cleaning up) and 2 weeks early so she was not in a pen by herself, but in the middle of the field. So we are cleaning and suddenly we hear the farm girls screaming for EVERYONE to get out there. We see the pony give birth and AS he is hitting the ground ONE OF THE MALE PONIES RUNS OVER AND TRIES TO TRAMPLE HIM TO DEATH!!! We ALL had to spring into action! Farm Girl Becky grabs the still bloody colt in her arms and runs! Another farm girl grabs Mama Missy and pulls her out. The male is now trying to kill the pony AND BECKY! So me, Rerun, and LRG are out in the field trying to scare the OTHER ponies away from the gate and open it.

Finally Missy WAS able to clean her baby. He was JUST fine, regardless! YAY! That's why he's named Lucky... for SURVIVING that! He was beautiful! He has a huge head, though... looks like a mule. hee hee!

Here are pictures RIGHT after... and a few hours later...

Working at a Farm is never EVER boring!
(and I am becoming a slide show JUNKY.)

But anyway, it was a GOOD work day... but HARD. I was in charge of Family Night at the Farm (Tonight it was all about Daisy (our Milk Cow) and Milk) and it was a busy evening.

But then guess what? CC and TheBoy came to take pictures of flowers! That was fun. (Even though me tagging along on a little psuedo-date probably was NOT what they were planning. *blush*) OH, but while in the garden (not the real Garden or the Children's Garden, just the "backyard garden" behind the Emporium) guess what I found?


COOL, HUH? No, I didn't touch it, just reveled in it's perfection. Cute, isn't it?! Nature ROCKS. Except, you know, for when bears attack. *shudder*

Anyway, that was just a fun diversion. THEN, I went to the Padre's to play with the kitten (she has been having such FUN having a whole ROOM to play in, well, I have been letting her stay and just bringing her food and visiting to play daily.), who, of course, was hilarious. She is so cute. She EVEN in a rare cuddly moment, curled against me and nuzzled... it was so sweet.

But my best... bittersweet... news is about her. ONE day online and already we have a very likely possibility Mommy for her. We are talking and hopefully she will come meet her. But yeah. I am happy. But crying... I AM attached, even though I CAN'T be, you know?

Anyway, I will finish this tomorrow... errr... later today after I sleep. It's too late. TTYL... Tuesday... in the hours of NORMAL people.

I'm back. Anyway, also fun I got a good little email from Fresno (with more pictures from our trip) and it made me simultaneously happy (because I SOOO like him) and sad (because I miss him. And want him to move HERE.).

Then I watched Dodgeball (because, well, I needed some silliness) with the kitty and called it a day. THE END!

Pussy Cat[s and VooDoo] Dolls

Well, I am at the Padres' house with the kitten for our Father's Day/Mom's B-day Party watching the very boring Somewhere in Time...on TV.... which is ironic since that, on DVD is what I GAVE Mom for her birthday! I gave Padre a golf voodoo doll and some good salad dressing. Church was okay. Oddly there WAS one person there I knew... Kelly W.(Mali, YOU know her! From the old ward!) It was a TINY ward... about 40 people according to the guy who invited us. I... don't know. I will go back and try it again, at least.

As for the pussy cat, Marco is, officially, a GIRL. And she seems pretty healthy, her nose, eyes, poop, etc. All good. She is doing very well. This is what I put on Petfinder today. Oh, and Did you know that June is Adopt-a-Shelter-Cat month? I hope that that also translates to Adopt-a-Never-Taken-to-a-Shelter-but-still-in-great-need-
of-a-Loving-Home-Cat month, too. Anyway, yeah. Marco's ad:

Little Miss "Marco Polo" is no ordinary kitten... but for the right person, I think she'd be PERFECT!

When the day camp kids heard her crying from inside a brick wall filling with water in the rain, it was no easy thing to get her out with our hands intact! She was hissing scratching, spitting, and biting... not surprising for a frightened, half-drowned wild kitten! But she has come SO far since then!

Marco is still shy and likes to hide, and doesn't love to be held often... but she is hilarious and frisky and spazzes out at random times! We think she chases the GHOSTS of mice! She will make an EXCELLENT mouser, though, I am sure. She still has a wild streak and is a little hunter and even LOOKS like a wild cat, especially her adorable spotted belly. And even with her kitten craziness and starting out feral, she seems to love attention and company. She is eager for visits from her foster people, but I bet she would adore a furry friend, too. Also, she has NEVER had an accident. Even when she was wild and got loose in my house and in our WALLS she snuck out to go potty in a litter box! (Kudos to the Cat Attract litter people! WOW!) She makes EVERYTHING a toy. She loves Purina Pro Plan kitten food in the can and eats it very healthily... when she can quit playing long enough to eat it!

I already love this kitten. She is DARLING. I keep a little collar on her with a bell so I can tell where she is when she is "stalking" me or being shy. Her eyes change COLOR from the brightest blue to hazel. A cat with MOOD EYES?! How cool is that?!

Anyway, all this goes to say, I would love Marco to go to someone who TRULY LOVES HER. Someone who embraces her "wild side" but can be patient to get her more cuddly someday, perhaps. She may not be able to be an "outside cat" as I am not sure she wouldn't revert to being wild again, but in time you may be able to get her to adapt to any safe environment.

Also, I would like to know she is going to get the care she needs... AND not contribute to more homeless pets like her. Therefore, though Petfinder requires an Adoption Fee, I will *fully refund* it with proof of getting Marco fixed and appropriate shots. Say, $40... but you will get everything back when you show the vet stuff (or Marco's belly. hee hee!)

Also, she comes with all of the stuff I ran out and bought when I brought her home wet and muddy and hissing from work at the day camp...
bowls
litter box
several toys (though she prefers pieces of crumpled paper, ping pong balls, pop bottle lids, etc. hee hee hee!)
collar with bell
food
blankie
treats

Pictures (and videos) are available upon request!

That's right... I said VIDEO. I just put Marco on You Tube! hee hee hee!


I don't want a cat.

But I DO wish I had some way to keep Marco. But in any circumstance I am likely to have DOGS in my life, and if things go the way they look they might, very large kitten-eating dogs. I can't BE a cat person, not even an exceptionally-FUNNY-cat person.

If I WERE to have a cat, well, Marco would be what I would want. Not the rubby, fat, lazy kind. The frisky crazy funny kind. Like Cassie was as a dog... though she was the first type too. But dogs, well, you WANT a different kind of loyalty from a dog anyway. Either way, I love my Cassie more than anything. I miss her terribly. And, as kitties go, I am really adoring Marco. I really really want someone to LOVE her and know how wonderful she is. I want to find her the PERFECT home. I made the mistake of saying so to Mom in front of Padre who said "you know what is perfect? Anywhere, besides you, that won't kill her. That is all you need."

SIGH.

So, if you know someone... I mean that adoption fee thing, I don't NEED it, but just is a way to be sure she gets her shots ad gets spayed with out me putting forth more money on a darling I don't get to keep. Even then, if I HAVE to, I may get the vet stuff done beforehand. But I just think someone adopting her ought to at least be prepared to have a vet, you know?

I just... I wish I could truly HAVE a zoo and take care of *all* the critters that pad into my life. Martin... Plicethenese... Suzy... Marco...

But I can't be responsible for everything and everyone. But I feel better if I at least know that, like Plice and Suzy they have wonderful forever homes. That pic IS Plice, a photo from his daddies. Still a beautiful combo of his mama Nani and daddy Heber. If I can just know Marco is HAPPY... I won't cry so much.

So... yeah. If you know of a worthy mama or daddy for my little SpazCat, PLEASE let me know?

Brave New Ward and Sunday Surveys

Yesterday I worked a birthday party and though the birthday boy was very cute (he was turning 1. Why pay over $100 on a party for a kid who I am pretty sure I earned my tip just by playing peekaboo with a balloon? He would have been just as happy with a party at home... if there was balloons and cake. He loved the goat (my Ambrosia, now much bigger, but still MY baby who likes me and lets me hold her!) but just called it a "Do[g]" and patted it. hee hee hee! Still it was a good party. And it's a living. But it WORE ME OUT. And today I am just exhausted.

HOWEVER...


I am going to church. NO. EXCUSES.

Even though I HAVE excuses. Like that 1. I will have to go home to pee because I have a 24 HOUR urine test that has to be kept on ice. Eeew. And 2. It's Father's Day and yesterday was my Mom's birthday and I have stuff to wrap. (okay, that's a sucky excuse anyway. hee hee hee. But the urine one?) ANYWAY, I AM going. AND I am going to be brave and try a NEW WARD.

The Roomie tried this one back in the day and did NOT like it because, ummm, it reminded her too much of work. But a guy from it came buy the other day sort of recruiting and 1. I was thinking of changing anyway... going to church with the fam. And I may still. but for now I thought I should at least check it OUT because 2. I do not LIKE my ward. Egg throwing, dog murdering, weirdos. It is MUCH BETTER than it was. But now it is nicer but at 9 am. Which leads us to 3. My ward is at 9. This one is at 1.

Therefore, that is my plan of the day. Scope out Special Park ward.

And now, on to nonsense!

What Your Peanut Butter And Jelly Sandwich Means

Your eating style is gluttonous. If you like something, you're going back for seconds... no matter how full you are! You don't really have a sweet tooth. If you go for dessert, you tend to go for something light. Your taste in food tends to be complex and sophisticated. You're probably a great cook, and talented at mixing unusual flavors. You belong to a class that's all your own. You resist rules and traditions of any sort. You never really grew up. While your childlike innocence is charming, you often just come across as a big baby. Precise and controlled, you can be a bit anal retentive when it comes to how you like things. You're definitely a perfectionist.

What Does Your Peanut Butter and Jelly Sandwich Say About You?

Wow. That's a pretty accurate sandwich. *blush*

In 1979 (the year you were born)

Jimmy Carter is president of the US A major accident occurs at a nuclear reactor on Three Mile Island near Middletown, PA An American Airlines DC-10 loses its engine and crashes seconds after takeoff, killing 275 people Hurricane David kills over 1200 in the US and the Dominican Republic Some 90 people, including 63 Americans, are taken hostage at the American Embassy in Tehran, Iran The Soviet Union invades Afghanistan ESPN starts broadcasting Aaliyah, Jennifer Love Hewitt, Norah Jones, Heath Ledger, and Kate Hudson are born Pittsburgh Pirates win the World Series Pittsburgh Steelers win Superbowl XIII Montreal Canadiens win the Stanley Cup Kramer vs. Kramer is the top grossing film Sophie's Choice by William Styron is published "My Sharona" by The Knack spends the most time at the top of the US charts The Facts of Life premiers

What Happened the Year You Were Born?

I don't remember... being very YOUNG at the time I was born...


Sigh. More about this over there.

Scattegories (from CC)

SCATTERGORIES...it's harder than it looks!

Rules:

1* Use the 1st letter of your name to answer each of the following...
2* They MUST be real places, names, things...NOTHING made up!
3* If you can't think of anything, skip it.
4* Try to use different answers if the person before you had the same 1st initial.
5* You CAN'T use your name for the boy/girl name question...

I have done mine. You can replace my answers with yours and send on to your friends to see if they can do it. Now Go!

Your Name: BethAnn
1. Famous Singer/Band: OOh! Beatles AND Barenaked Ladies, of course!
2. 4 Letter Word: boob (I know, scandalous. hee hee hee)
3. Street Name:
4. Color: Black

5. Gifts/Presents: Books!
6. Vehicle: Solstice..... gahhhhhhhhhh
7. Things In A Souvenir Shop: Boxed card sets?
8. Boy Name: BOB!
9. Girl Name: BOB! Oh... sorry... Betsy... Ross... it was just flag day. She could cut a 5 pointed star with one snip, you know.
10. Movie Title: Big Fish
11. Drink: Black Cherry Fresca. Mmmmm....
12. Occupation: Blender Repairman
13. Flower: Bachelor Buttons
14. Celebrity: Brendan Fraser
15. Magazine/Book: The Bad Beginning by Lemony Snicket
16. Pro Sports Teams: Da Bears... Da Bulls...
17. Fruit: Blueberries
18. Reason For Being Late For Work: Boss asked you to buy De-chlor for goldfish on the way and there was major traffic in American Form by Animal Ark
19. Something You Throw Away: Bad fruit and veggies (seriously, can NOTHING stay fresh longer than a week in our fridge?!)
20. Things You Shout: Bite me!

So, Buddy is cracking me up. He is talking up a STORM ever since The Roomie started playing him clips of creepy smart parakeet Victor. I think he wants to BE Victor. Anyway, right now he is up there saying "Victor!" and whistling. Poor McKenzie. She loves him... and he has a gay crush on a Celebirdy.

Speaking of pets, The Roomie's sister has opted NOT to take Marco. Therefore, I am going to be putting him on Petfinder this week, after I get him checked out and am SURE he is a him so I can say so in the ad. SIGH. I am going to miss that kitten TERRIBLY. But he needs to go to his real home soon so THEY have a chance to bond with him. But I love Marco more than I thought I could ANY cat especially in such a short time. That wild thing invaded my heart with record speed. SIGH.

And now it is time for church. I wish I didn't feel nervous. TTYL

Hee hee hee hee hee hee hee!

I*heart*nataliedee.com


I really WILL update later... Doctors. 4 year olds. Dora and Diego. 40 fish. Yeah. Going to sleep now.

"Unnaturally Cute" Kitty Brat

Marco the kitten is, apparently, attacking ghosts. She is NUTS. Seriously she is batting at and chasing NOTHING... and with gusto! But I am still just pleased as heck with the kitten because she is 100% a different cat than when we fished her out of that brick. Rinny doesn't believe it. She was really scared of her when we caught her. But me and mom were telling her how CUTE she is now and how TAME she is! Rinny is not convinced. I wish Rinny would KEEP her.

*I* don't really want a cat, but I would love for her to stay near and in the family. She is so funny. I wish CC COULD have have her.

However, she is still not a glider. She will play with their toys but isn't as smart as them, I don't think... and can't fly... or sleep in my shirt. Kittens are just a poorman's glider. OH which reminds me. Tonight's convo at the padres'! Mom told me that Padre said if I would get rid of the gliders he would get me a dog or even let me keep the kitten. HA! RIGHT. Because I would just TRADE pets. Not like they are my BABIES or anything. Dumb Padre.

Granted, I LOVE dogs and will get one someday. But not instead of my sugar babies.

HA!!! The cat just ran HEAD FIRST into the wall! She is cute, but DANG Marco is NOT a brilliant baby. hee hee hee. She's so cute.

Today at family dinner we watched BoyKid's little slide show of recent pics and videos and just laughed and laughed. I MISS MY LITTLE BROTHER. He is so the same kid though. Funny, dorky, adorable! I love that kid. He is such a fantastic little missionary!

Part of his recent letter:

Wheeeen the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie thats lockheart amOOREEE!

Hey fam of my heart! So...hows it goin...no kidding. Thanks for all the
mail and the pictures recipes and everything and yes I recieved that email.
You are all amazing and it is great to see letters from my fam. I dont have
time to read them so I print them off, so if there are questions Ill answer
them next week.

...Saturday the day turned interesting. Anz Schanchy has had a cyst for awhile
now. Hes taken antibiotics to kill the infection be it started getting huge
so we decided to go to the hopsital. We waited for 2 hours (thank you
sociallzed medicine) and then he got it cut and drained. He was hurtin bad
and I was fairly grossed out. Anyway his strength has been low, so we
havent done as much work lately, which makes eveyone kinda edgy, and
annoyed. Missionaries are meant to be outside, not cooped up in an
apartment. Weve managed to work more as it has healed. Luckily he felt
good enough to go to the baptism sat. night. Anz Earley and Blad baptized
this awesome 8 year african girl and it was good service. I want one of my
own soooo bad! The Lord has called me to baptize, not just to sow seeds,
and I know that if I put my trust in him, we will see success.

Sunday was church and it was fun, and after we taught Flaviano. The man
needs a miracle, and I am just trying to be worthy to see one.

Monday was hard, we recieved some Bidones and had to do street, which I
respect Anz Skanchy for doing even with a bloody hole in his stomach. We
taught a Romanian who was Orthodox and laughed when we said we could
communicate with God through prayer. It made me sad that he was taught that
man isnt worthy to speak with God. I feel very grateful to know that God
loves us enough to command us to pray.

Awww... how cute and righteous is he?

...Yesterday was a busy day. We served at Mistral, by cutting lawns, and then
helped them by translating a pamphlet into english that they can send to the
Bill Gates foundation to get funding. It was funny because Anz Skanchy had
a hard time with English. It makes me worry about my classes at BYU after
my mish!

Bill Gates? I'm sorry, WHAT?

After we had a funny experience. Remember how Missionaries are just 19 year
old idiots? I do too. We taught a great investigator. She knows it is
true and even though she isnt ready for baptism yet she keeps giving us
referrals! Anyway she brought a friend to an appointment yesterday. The
Friend turned out to be a 22 year old girl who happened to be UNNATURALLY
CUTE! Both me and my comp had a real hard time beginning the lesson. The
great thing though was when we began the spirit came so strong and bore
record to us that she was a daughter of god, and that she needed to hear
this message. We taught the Restoration and it was a great lesson.
Missionary work aint easy, but it is so worth it.

Anz. Mayberry

"Unnaturally Cute" HEE HEE HEE HEE!

And my Mom decided to answer him this:

When you swim in the sea/And an eel bites your knee/That's a moray
When you ace your last tests / Like you did all the rest / That's some more "A"s!
In the Aussie outback / roasted 'roo in his pack / that's a Maori.
When our habits are strange / And our customs deranged / That's our mores.
When Othello's poor wife / She gets stabbed with a knife / That's a Moor, eh?
When a snack you desire / Toasted over a fire / That's a smore, eh?
When your sheep go to graze / In a damp marshy place / That's a moor, eh?
When you're soaking up sun / At the beach, having fun / That's some more rays
When "The Fonz" gives a shout / 'Cause he likes what's turned out / That's some more "Aaaayyyy"s
When your paycheck augments / With more dollars and cents / That's some more raise!
When your last try has sunk / But then new thoughts you've thunk / That's some more ways!
When you read tons of books / About cowboys and crooks / That's (Louis) L'Amour-ay.
And our friend Mitch Albom / every Tuesday would come / to hear Morrie.
When a horse is among / Others nursing their young, / That's a mare, eh?
When the school says "Don't worry / Learn to dance in a hurry.", / That's A (rthur) Murray.
When a golf ball you drive / and for cover they dive / That’s a "Fore!", eh?
When you've had quite enough / Of this bad rhyming stuff /That's "No more!", eh?

I *HEART* my family.

Cats and Hogs and Spiders... Oh My!

Sorry about the lapse in updating. I was trying to CATCH UP on my blog... and finish about my California trip... but didn't let you know that FINALLY yesterday the kitten was captured (we took apart our dryer) and she is, at present, YOWLING AT ME like some sort of demon from with in her dog/glider/kitty kennel. AND she is doing SO GOOD! But first, a little back story since I didn't say much about the cat (who, by the way, I am CALLING a she, but could just as easily be a boy as I am not a cat person and just can't tell as easy as gliders, you know?) at first other than HELP HELP THERE'S A CAT LOST IN MY WALLS!!!

We were out at the Gardens doing Robotics Camp on a very very rainy day when a couple of the kids started claiming they heard something crying. I thought it was a raccoon because the day BEFORE Me, Rerun, and Rinny had to rescue a young frightened coon from an empty dumpster! (Don't worry, we were very safe about it, and when they started yelling and called me over I told them not to try and touch it but instead put in a plank for it to climb and backed away). Well, it wasn't. It was a little wild kitten and she was drowning in a landscaping brick filling with water. It took a while to get her out as we had no gloves and thus were trying to lasso her with my name tag lanyard and finally grabbing her by the tail. She was coated in mud and leaves and was hissing and spitting. I wrapped her in a towel and kept her in a box in my office till I got her home to have The Roomie help.

We cleaned her up as best we could and also found out she had a 3 inch long stick in her eye (just the SOCKET luckily, not her eye BALL, but still OUCH!) Anyway, she was crying and crying and I thought that maybe I should let her out of the box in the bathroom.

I don't have a CLUE how she got OUT of the bathroom, but she vanished. She was in the walls and we couldn't get her out. Then we finally got her out of the walls and she was behind the furnace! The way we found her was when she started ANSWERING our meows. It was like playing Marco Polo, which is what we started calling her., even if she IS a she, which is in doubt. I ALMOST caught her once, but not before she got behind and INTO the back of the dryer! Finally, yesterday, The Roomie texted me at work that she had caught her! YAY!!!

She is doing SO GOOD now. She's like a different kitten. She rarely bites or hisses. She still escapes and hides really well, but she seems to really like attention. Not being HELD exactly, but she is lonely and I think she at least considers us as an acceptable 2nd choice to her mama. And so, for now, we have a kitten. Trinket is NOT pleased.

It's later now and CC and me went to Spiderman 3! It was silly and cheesy and good and FUN! (Evil Emo bangs. hee hee hee) Then we played with the kitten... and BoyKid's motorcycle. It was good to get out. Stop thinking a little while.

But that whole thinking thing... ugh... stupid California Fish Cops... dumb laws... highly frustrated heart...

I will write more about, well, Cali and such, later. And let you all know when *that's* up. But for now I better feed the [growing number of] babies and try to sleep! Church starts early... I wish there was a ward I LOVED... preferably one that was NOT at 9. I know it shouldn't matter. It SHOULDN'T. I should just do what is right because it is right. Why am I such a spiritual wuss?

The cat's out of the... bathroom?

I am SO SCREWED.

There is a tiny feral kitten LOST in my house! I have no idea HOW she got out of the bathroom. When I found her today she was drowning in a brick thing filling with water. I caught her, but she is NOT a tame kitten and hisses and spits like a demon. Still, The Roomie and I knew we had to take her in and get her okay... however now she is missing... in my house...

I am praying to find the little thing before she hurts anybody (or Trinket finds and kills her) but I haven't heard a sound yet! I am so scared she has got into the walls or something.