My Furry Little Orphans

Okay these are our new additions to the family.

The first pic is my cat and his name is Oliver.

The second pic of the little tiger kitty by himself is my son's kitty and his name is Gilbert.

The 3rd pic is Oliver in the background and Gilbert's twin brother Stewie getting ready to take a poo. Aren't they precious?

So now I am outnumered 5 to 2 in my household. Me and my beagle Sammie are the only girls :-)

In the News

So I saw two things on the news tonight that caught my attention, one because I thought it was freakin' awesome and the other one because it made me sick to my stomach.
The first was about a 72 year old man who fought off his attacker while being pickpocketed at a convenience store in Grand Rapids. This dude (a former Marine) was almost 50 years older than the guy who was trying to steal his money yet he hauls off and slugs the guy upside the head like 6 times. That guy was arrested and he definitely got what he deserved. All I can say to that one is Semper Fi baby!

And the now for the thing that turned my stomach. In Kalamzoo they are considering charging a 13 year old boy as an adult for the severe beating of a toddler. Apparently this little 15 month old boy wandered away from his house and the 13 year old found him, took him into the woods and started beating him. The mother found them. I can't imagine what would have happened to that little boy had the mother not come in time. Now that little boy has cuts, bruises, permanent damage to one of his eyes and has tremors and nightmares all the time. Then the kid's lawyer gets on there and says "yes what he did was wrong but this is a 13 year old child and my job is to make sure the courts realize that" Well lady what about that innocent little baby that the 13 year old beat within an inch of his life? I hope they throw the book at that kid, try him as an adult and put him away for a long time. What kind of sick bastard beats up a baby? What the hell is going on in the world that parents produce kids that violent? The 13 year old should be thrown in jail and they should throw away the key and the mother should be sterilized so she doesn't produce any more sick fucks like the kid she already has. Maybe I feel so strongly about this because I am a mother and my son is close in age to the little boy that was beaten. I hope that my baby never encounters that kind of evil but rest assured if he does the case will never make it to court because I will have vengeance on the person who hurts my baby.

Okay enough of that. I had the day from hell today. I wake up this morning and go to take Sammie outside. I open the garage with the door opener, set it down and walk her outside. As I'm getting her food and water (halfway around the side of the house) I hear the garage door start closing. Mind you, I didn't unlock the house before I came out so the garage was my only way into the house. So I drop her dishes and run my ass off, diving under the door just in time to keep from being locked out of my house in my pajamas. I don't know if someone else around here is on the same frequency or if our garage door is just posessed but that really sucked. Then today at lunch I had to go to the post office to mail two books I sold. I'm walking towards the building minding my own business when I walk between two cars. Out of nowhere I here this loud growl and see something lunging at me from the car on my right. I screamed and dropped my stuff thinking I'm about to get eaten by a big frickin dog but when I turn around I see a lady pulling her growling snarling POODLE back into her car. She goes "sorry, he's not friendly" Oh really?! The fact that he tried to tear off my arm told me that! Why, if the dog is so viscious didn't she have the sense to roll up the window and turn the air on for the dog instead of leaving the window down so he can attack people? Some people are just plain stupid.
And here's one more for the just plain stupid file. After I get home from work my dad calls and asks if I can come over and type a letter for him that he needs to send to the VA. I say ok and jump in my car to go over there. I'm at a stop sign waiting to turn to the road that leads to my dad's house. I edge forward and I'm about to go but a UPS truck comes flying around the corner from the opposite direction at about 60 and I have to wait for it to go by. Apparently the dumb blonde on her PHONE didn't see me stop the second time and ass ended my car. Luckily other than a few surface scratches that can be buffed out there was no damage to my car. Hurray for the durability of the HHR! And one more thing to brighten my day. I come home and flip the computer on to realize I have no internet. I call Chris to ask him how to fix it and he walks me through it but I have to go downstairs and reset the modem. Well stupid me, I leave my bowl of soup that I just made sitting at my computer desk and when I come back up the bowl is tipped over and the soup is running all over my keyboard and my three darling cats are up there enjoying my dinner. (I swear I will make mittens out of all of them if they do it again). So, how way YOUR day???

The Answers my friend, are blowin' in the wind...

For those of you who know I'm a wrestling nut, I'm still trying to figure out the whole Chris Benoit killing his family and himself thing. It is a sad situation and I honestly don't know what to think. I loved Chris Benoit the wrestler. I think he was one of the best to ever step in the ring but what kind of demons must that man have been wrestling with to kill his wife and his innocent child?? I don't think the world will ever know and I don't think its something I will ever understand. I could never imagine harming one hair on my son's head let alone killing him. My heart goes out to the members of the Benoit family and I really hope they can find some peace after this tragedy.

So I am getting overwhelmed at work lately. I have to schedule appointments for people to update their HIV tests and physicals and dental exams so they will be medically deployable because our stats suck right now and its important that they are up to date on everything. I also have a mess of leave forms to get straight and a few things the Cdr wants me to do by friday so I've been gainfully employed all week. I also have alot to get done here at the house. My in-laws will be coming in three weeks and although my house is not a giant dirt ball, it is nowhere near my standard of clean. Chris and Chucky are visiting the family now so I'm trying to get it all done before they get back.
I am also taking a 6 week long break from school because mentally, I needed one. I have Business math and the American Novel as my next two classes which start August 2nd. The other reason I am taking the break is because I still have not received my Michigan Merit Award and I still owe half my tuition from spring quarter. Well I can't start any new classes until I get that paid off so I'm working on that too.
We're in a little bit of a rough spot right now. The pressure of our financial situation is making me feel like I'm in a room thats slowly running out of oxygen. Its nothing we can't bounce back from if we manage our money carefully enough but I am getting sick of having just enough to pay the bills. I would like to actually have money left over to go do something once in awhile or start investing in fixing up this house. Even if we don't stay here I need to at least start doing the things necessary to get it ready to rent or sell. I still don't know what we're going to do but I am holding to my decision not to make any moves until I'm done with school.
In other news I went to the dentist and found out I need to get a couple of wisdom teeth pulled AND I need braces on my bottom row AGAIN because the dentist who did my braces the first time screwed up and left a tooth in he shouldn't have and now my teeth on my bottom row are all pushed together. On top of that I went to see a podiatrist about my bunions and (lucky me!) he wants to remove both of them. So I am having surgery on my right foot on the 17th and when that one heals up I'll be having surgery on my left foot. So by the middle of next year my weight will be back to normal (12 lbs gone so far...) my feet will be fixed and my teeth will be too.
And finally I have adopted three furry orphans recently. We saw a stray orange cat over at my dads house that was really friendly. We were thinking about taking it home but we knew if we put it in the car it would freak out and shred the interior of the car so we decided not to take it. Dad's neighbor feeds it all the time so its kind of at home there. Well we decided that we'd look around and see if we could find another cat. We saw an ad in the Chronicle for free kittens and we called it. The guy still had all 3 kittens left because the boobs at the chronicle put his ad in the four wheel drives section instead of the pets section and we just happened to see it. We met him and his girlfriend in the parking lot of the N. Muskegon Meijers and he pulled the three cutest little kittens out of the carrier. Two of them were grey tiger cat twins and one was grey tiger with white patches. Chris liked the twins and I liked the other one and he kept hemming and hawing and wouldn't make up his mind. We felt bad about breaking up the twins and Chris didn't want the one I wanted so I ended up agreeing to give a home to two of the kitties and promised the couple that we would take the third one along and try to find a home for it since we lived in town and they lived out in farm country and no one was willing to drive out there to see the kitties. Well we got them home and now Chris refuses to get rid of any of them and I got sick of arguing with him so we now have three little kitties (all males). Chucky's cat is Gilbert, Chris' cat is Stewie and my cat is Oliver. So now we have one dog and three cats. Hurray for me and the hundreds of dollars I'll be spending on vet bills.

Jackasses...............

So I've been feeling like complete dooky all day today (thank you mother nature, I appreciate it). I took a nap when I got home and a little while ago Chris and Chucky went to bed. So at about 11:45 pm the phone rings and thinking that it may be an emergency situation (you know since Chris' great grandma just got out of the hospital and his brother is in Iraq and my dad is well.... my dad) I pick it up. The following conversation ensues:
ME: Hello?
Guy in a girls voice: Is Chris there?
ME: He's sleeping
Guy in a girls voice: Well tell him I love him to pieces and I really miss him
ME: (after silence) Hello?
Guy in girls voice: Hello? Um I have to go.

WTF? Who the hell would be a big enough jackass to call my house this late when everyone but me is sleeping pretending to be a girl when I can hear someone snickering in the background? Who does this crap?

Maybe I should have responded like this:

ME: Hello?
GIGV: Is Chris there?
ME: He's sleeping
GIGV: Well tell him I love him to pieces and I really miss him
ME (in hysterics): You sick bastard! I don't care what your ransom note says. I don't have the $500,000 before you'll return Chris to me now please stop cutting off his fingers and mailing them to me and just let him go!"

Or maybe I should have told them that Chris decided he was tired of the lie. Two weeks ago he packed up his clothes and most of mine too, changed his name to Christiana and left me a note telling me he was going to Vegas to pursue his dream of being a showgirl.

Anyway if you can't tell, I'm really tired which is when my imagination gets all bizarre like this. I still have to shower and let the mutts in. Hopefully phone idiot doesn't grace me with another call this evening.