Need a Band-aide?

I rarely talk about my pets on my blog because I find it truly uninteresting to read about other people’s animals and I wouldn’t want to put anyone through that. But some stories must be told.
We have a four-day vacation in Las Vegas and ask some family members to check on the cats well we are out. So far so good, but we have a very unruly yellow cat named Poncho who is a lot like his human mom in the manor of disobeying all that challenge. This is strange for a cat, at least to me.
Anyway back to the story.
David, my husband’s cousin, checked on the cats and reported that Poncho didn’t want to come in the house. This is normal for him, seeing that he walks only to the tune of his own drum. Again this is an example of his human mom. Strange!
We return home on Saturday morning to find both cats are out and are patiently waiting to be let in and fed.
Upon the hugging and kiss of both pets my husband said to me “There is something wrong with Poncho.” I then found a huge hole in Ponchos neck, I won’t even go into the sheer smell of the thing. It was grows!
This afternoon, since I have just so much time, I rushed out of work early and took him to the vets to have it checked out.

Long story short
Some Anastasia
Three stitches
And a new haircut

Priceless

Vegas Baby

I am back from Las Vegas and have lots to talk about.

I had time to spend with the family and take in some desert sights.

I love the desert but man is it dry. My skin feels like a reptile what has been hit by car and is on the side of the road drying up in the hot sun!

Anywho I was able to smuggle some hand cream on the plane, which helped immensely, just don’t ask me how I got it through the intensely secure line of the airport police and the ever strong forces of their wounds.

Also please take a look at my flickr account where there are more pictures.

More to come!

duh

Sometimes I do things without thinking.
and sometimes my brain is so full of stuff that I don't make sense

Zoom Zoom

We are preparing for another trip.
On Thursday morning we will be jetting off to Las Vegas.
This should be very interesting because this is Manolo’s first time out there.
I will be sure to bring back lots of stories and pictures.

Blue Bird Blogs

Check out what I just found.

http://bluebirdblogs.blogspot.com/

It is an easy read and is very informable.
Happy blogging

Self interview 091406

Full circle

Being faced with your past makes you aware of who you once were and who you are today.
It is funny to me that at 13 I knew who I was, what I wanted, and how to feel
But then things changed and I took an emotional growth trip around the block
Now I am 26 and right back at my 13 year old self
Of course I have grown mentally and physically but my views on life are the same

My question is if I had just stayed the way I was would I be who I am today?
Or would I be worse off because I didn’t have those crucial experiences that lead me to be my 13 your old self again?

Then:
I had long hair and a peaceful view of the world.
Between:
----------------Scary stuff and scary people---------
Now:
I have long hair and a peaceful view of the world.

Next thought:
I guess I needed that time in a drug induced coma to realize that I can still be that free 13 year-old and handle the challenges of adulthood.

Self Doubt

I clime this latter of life trying to reach the top.
Every day is another step and you would think that at my age I would have a better understanding of boundaries.

I would have the ability to overcome my fear of screwing up.
Overcome the fear of failure.

See I know by now that without taking risks you will go nowhere.
So why was it so hard for me to pick up the phone, at work, and ask what the client wants?

Because I was afraid of looking dumb.
Now I have let the issue at hand go on for three days and that makes me look worse then if I had just picked up the phone and asked the question, even if it seemed dumb at the time.

Once realizing this I asked myself do I do this in my personal life too.
That would explain the business plan that sits in my office not being used, collecting dust.

I can see my life changing right in front of my eyes. I am changing, my family is changing, it is maturing. I am taking another step in the right direction, I know I am.
I just need to get over myself and do it.

Cause a verb to happen.

Husband

You yell from the back room but I can’t seem to yell back
This, I think is because it forces me to try to get to you faster

When we talk, your views have changed and I can see a stronger man
A sexier man

You sleep light so when I fuss over not being able to sleep you wake up enough to brush my hair back, calming me

The words that drift from our mouths and into our ears are really heard by one another

We still play like school children

I want to be next to you in all your endeavors, forever

My pet name for you is commonly used among jail house jokes, that makes me laugh

Only you can make me giggle in a way that I wouldn’t want my friends to hear

We have code words that only our friends know

I hope you have a great day

Your wife

Random things

Favorite place to be:
Swimming where the rain meets the water.

The walls crack
The doors squeak
The wind howls through the window pains
The floors creak from the pitter-patter of the cat’s paws
But I am alone and the house is still
But yet I can’t help but hear a symphony of music being created from this 72-year-old house.

Poor Maggie she and her farm always get a bad rap.

Introducing Cotton Girl:
Breaking through the constraints of the nylon polyurethane mold of the everyday rat race.


Your family is as close as you want them to be.
Women tend to have children all together.
Since the human’s body doesn’t produce a litter of children we have multiple mothers with single children being born at one time.
However the women tend to have them close in time and raising them up in the tribe of family members.
Tribal knowledge.

The validity of oneself seen through the eyes of another is not imperative to me.

My body swells
The hunger grows
The attitude rears its ugly head
Pointing fingers and placing blame
Showing its undesirables
Then the sadness comes to play followed with great gilt
I am down on my knees
I beige for forgiveness
But why should I be cleansed of my deeds?

What am I talking about in this head of mine?