New Creation

I was in a creative mood so I had to redesign my blog. I made the header in Photoshop with some digital scrapbooking elements and I changed the background with some digital "paper". So enjoy the new look (until my creative mood strikes again).

OK, I admit I am stealing this from my friend Jen, but I thought I would introduce our kids. We are the proud parents of two of the most loving cats I have ever owned: Hobbes our big fat orange tabby and Boo our tiny little black kitty.

Hobbes is our shelter kitty. We got him about a month after we got married. He was two years old when we adopted him, so he is/will be six years old. From the moment they pulled him from the cage and put him in Kevin's arms, we knew that he was the kitty we were taking home. (Tough luck to the woman who came to see him just after we got to meet him, since we were there first, we got first dibs). He is our (not so) little purr bucket. Pick him up and he purrs, pet him and he purrs, let him sit on your lap and well you get the idea. His name at the pound was Winston, but we had a hard time getting right (we always started to say Watson), so we had to change the name. Since Kevin growing up was a "Calvin" naturally we had to change his name to Hobbes.

Boo is our stray. He was found stuck in the bushes at my work. Trapped and scared I knew the minute I saw him that I had to take him home. We pulled him out and I took him back to my office were he stayed in a box part of the time and on me most of the time. He was one pound and most of that was flies. The vet estimated he was about a month old. He is named Boo because we found him a few days before Halloween. He did give us a scare the first weekend we had him: he got unsteady on his feet. We took him back to the vet and it turns out he was literally being eaten alive by the fleas. The doctor got the proper dosage of Advantage for his age/size and he was a brand new kitty. For a cat that was feral, he has become a very loving and attached cat. While he does exhibit some wild cat traits, he is very attached to us and always wants to be near us (or on our laps). His purrs are much quieter than Hobbes', but you can feel them when he is on your lap.

To know everything and look down at all those foolish morons who are blind and not doing things your way (oh the sarcasm).

If there is one thing to be thankful about being infertile it is this: you don't have to deal with the mommy guilt trips. So what if someone decides to use disposable diapers, bottle feed, vaccinate or horrors decides to have a c-section? What is it to the women who have decided otherwise? It isn't their kid and none of those things are causing harm. I just don't get why these women feel the need to lay guilt on a woman who has done the same thing they did: do what is best for her and her baby. So you are going for a VBAC.... great..... good luck, but please stop coming down on the ladies who have decided to do another C-Section. They have their reasons for decision so lay off. Breastfeeding is great.... but not every woman is able to, so let them be. As for vaccinations, why not look at the ones who decided to fully vaccinate as the ones that are helping to protect your child from a rising epdemic of old diseases (and if you think any are dead... guess again.... because of people like you, we are seeing a rise again of things like Rubella).

(Wow two posts in one night - told you I was struggling with reading Harry Potter)

I am really trying to get through the 5th Harry Potter book, but it is slow going. Of the movies, the Order of the Phoenix was my least favorite because Harry just gets crapped on (more than usual LOL). The book is even worse. I would probably chuck it, except I really want to read the next one before the movie comes out, so I need to finish this one.

Why is it socially acceptable to say to some one: "You are Quiet", yet to tell someone that they talk to much is rude and insulting? I have heard it all my life and I realize now that the people who say it typically are the ones that never listen. Maybe I am not quiet, maybe I talk just the right amount, and maybe it is you who talks too much.

But what if I am "quiet" - what is wrong with that? What is it to you? Maybe the world would be better if more people were quiet and took the time to listen. Maybe I don't feel the need to speak just for the sake of hearing myself talk. Maybe I like to take my time to put thought into the conversation before a contribute to it. Is that a crime?

I really don't understand this obsession. I had someone who was well out of my sphere of conversation the other day (we were seated at a large table) shout out my name to me while I was listening to someone who was in my sphere. Not knowing why they were calling out to me I turned away from this interesting story to hear: "I wanted to see if you were awake, you are being too quiet". Well sorry, I find it rude to speak when someone else is talking. And frankly, I don't understand why he felt the need to say it. In point of fact I was doing a good share of talking, just at the moment I was lost in story of another person. That is how conversation works. You speak and others speak.

I think the next time someone tells me this I will respond with: "Well if you would be quiet for a minute maybe next time you will hear me."

Tomorrow I get to take my fourth photo caravan at the Wild Animal Park. Yes it is a tough life, but someone has to do it LOL. I am looking most forward to seeing my buddy seen on the left here. He is a Northern White Rhino named "Arnie" and there are less than a dozen of him left in the world.

The story of the White Rhinos really touched me. Being so critically endangered, a focus has been to try to preserve the species. Arnie here is there male and the had two females. Arnie's sad problem is he cannot get a date. The girls just don't like him - awwww poor guy. Beyond that though, the two females at the park had their own issues. The female rhinos form a bond - to a point of they will even get on the same cycle. One of the two females at the park suffered from PCOS and consequently would not ovulate regularly, the other female in turn stopped cycling. Once this was figured out, they both reached menopause. Obviously I can relate to these animals.

My mom has always joked that back when she was younger, she aspired to be a "lady hermit" (It is true I saw it in her high school yearbook). There are some days I see her point (although I would want to be one with my husband, our cats and my closest friends). Today is one of those days with two groups of people that just make me scratch my head and wonder.

The first group are the ones that have to be the center of attention. Everything is about them and typically it is nothing but drama sprinkled with a "woe is me attitude". They can be in group full of people going through the same thing and act as if it is only them that is suffering - that they are alone in the world (even though there maybe dozens of others who have it worse). It is as if they are the Queen and we must bow at their throne.

The second group is the ones that are not straight with you. They lie to make themselves either look good or to make themselves feel better. All they do is delay the inevitable and then pretend that it was the hardest thing for them to do. You give them a chance to do what you know they want to do and the act like they don't know what they are talking about. I cannot trust a person like that.

Ok I confess I have started blogging before, but take long breaks in between. Since it has been so long since I last typed in my blog, I frankly have forgotten what it is called. So anyways I decided to start over and create a new blog. Just as well, the old blog dealt a lot with our efforts to TTC and I am leaving that behind me.

So here is to a new blog and a new start.