Actually this is a pretty lame one, but no time to chit chat. Credit to F My Life.
"Today, I quit my job that my girlfriend and I worked together at. Fellow employees are not allowed to date one another and I said it would be ok if I was the one to leave. When I got home to her and told her that I quit, she decided to break up with me. I now have no job and no girlfriend. FML."
That was pretty sad. He's just trying to do the right thing and gets screwed in the end. Time to grow up and think only of yourself. That's the only way you will make it in the world.
We have another new addition to our family - another new, new kitten. He doesn't have a name yet. And he is only 6 weeks old.
Here's the story: a friend of ours went to the winery last weekend. She came across a little kid dragging something around. No parents around, of course. This little kitten had a hair scrunchy around his waist and the kid had tied a string to the scrunchy and was just dragging him around.
He was extremely dehydrated, his eyes were crusted shut, and he was only 5 weeks old. He must have gotten lost or separated somehow from his mom.
So our friend rescued him and brought him home. She cleaned him up and took him to her sister's vet practice. He was deemed fairly healthy considering. So she started feeding him and giving him watered down milk with a syringe. The problem was that she couldn't keep him. She already had a dog and two older cats that wanted absolutely nothing to do with him; and they were leaving for Myrtle Beach for 2 weeks.
So my hubby, the sucker that swears he doesn't like cats, said that we would take him in. He insists that our other new kitty needed a playmate. That's fine.
But, at the moment, they are mortal enemies. Zoe, our 8 month old kitty, seems to be flaunting her ruling of the roost and is constantly picking / nipping / fighting with him. I do have to give him some credit though, he can hold his own and battles back against her. I guess he gets that from being on his own so early in his life.
Here he is all spread out. He really did bounce back to a healthy baby pretty quick.
Soon-to-be-best-friends (we hope).
Have a great Tuesday! And if you can think of any decent boy kitty names, let me know. We can't decide.
Wow, I take a mini vacation and completely forget to come back here even when I'm back. How lame is that?
I have to apologize to my 000,000's of fans (yes that equals a big fat zero). I am not worthy. Just couldn't get back the zip, the gusto, the want. And for that, I am truly sorry.
So I bought a kayak. It's red, white, and blue. My husband was trying to get me to buy one and I finally broke down and did. We had a complete blast on our mini vacation. No cell phone service unless we went to one specific area at the top of his friend's hunting camp.
I didn't miss the cell phone and blackberry at all, not even a little bit.
So we camped and fished and read and kayaked for 3 1/2 days. It was a total terrific, great, wonderful time. And the added bonus is that we didn't fight one time. WooHoo!
So, I'm back and I promise to do better.
At least until next week when son #3 and I head to Disney World for 5 days. Oh well.
I was just told that I look very sexy today. Of course, it was couched with "don't take this the wrong way or badly", because I am at work and it was a guy in the office across the hall from me saying it.
I don't know why he thinks that. I am just wearing black jeans and keds and my white Law Enforcement Special Agent polo shirt. I loved it. Compliments are good and that one made my day, probably made my weekend. Thanks dude!
Now, back to the "don't take this the wrong way" part. What happened to the good old days when you didn't have to worry about sexual harrassment and shit like that? Why do people get so worked up when people say something that could be a compliment? Why does it have to turn into something worse?
I think it's stupid that everyone has to take classes now, and you can't say certain shit to certain genders, and watch your p's and q's, etc. You can't even attempt to have good old fun without worrying someone might take something the wrong way.
Seriously, you should be scared. I am addicted to murder books. Horror, mystery, death, sex, detective books. I cannot get enough murder. I go to the library about once a week and after returning my 4 or 5 books from last week, exit with 4 or 5 more.
Do I have issues? Am I secretly a murderer? Was I in a previous life? (and no, I haven't decided whether I believe in that shit.)
Everybody jokes that I am brushing up on how to kill my hubby. I even respond with that answer now. Someone will ask me what I'm reading (especially since it is usually a different book from the previous day) and I say "murder". And they laugh and say something like "are you learning how to kill hubby? And then they laugh again, thinking that what they just said was so innovative and different.
Whatever. I like reading about murder. Is that so wrong?
What do you read? Or don't you? Or can't you? Right, that's why you are reading a blog (or not as is the case with my blog, I am the only one that reads this).
Have a terrific Tuesday.
And now that I have you wondering, maybe you should stay away from me or at least get on my good side.
Yeah right! Not in my house. If my husband ever stops bringing everything home to rest in our house, maybe. Maybe then I'd invite you in. All that stuff would have to disappear first. And then someone would have to clean the house.
Give it up, not gonna happen. Go visit the neighbor.
So I called in sick to work last Friday because I had to take #3 son to the emergency dental office Thursday night and he had to be back at the dentist Friday morning. The dentist fixed both of his front teeth on Friday. B is not happy; he says his teeth are too long now. Yeah, I guess we will have to get them filed down a bit next time we go to the dentist.